Special Years

Zhuang Yan wanted to laugh all the time.

After all, a thief is just a thief, and it is quite good at scaring people. Don't you have to think about whether the trail can be chopped down to two meters away from the roadside?

Zhuang Yan's only scruple is the motorcycle. He doesn't want to hurt himself, nor is he stupid enough to stand in the middle of the road to stop the car.

Seeing that Zhuang Yan did not move, the speeding thief sitting in the back seat was very proud.

fuck! Isn't that a little soldier! No, I'm scared to see the knife.

Of course, he would never have thought that he would meet a genuine special forces soldier here, and he was the only non-commissioned officer who had just been selected and trained from the entire army reserve team to go abroad to participate in the special forces training.

When the motorcycle rushed to three meters away from him, Zhuang Yan was quick-witted, and slammed the wooden stick on the broom toward the motorcycle rider.

The position of the hit is very accurate, and I don't want to hit the head, for fear of killing this fellow.

Hit the arm.

Snapped--

The stick breaks immediately.

The motorcyclist screamed "Ow", and then the car lost control, swayed a few times as if drunk, and slammed into a green garbage truck parked on the road ahead.

bang-

The loud noise made the solemn eyebrows jump.

The motorcycle fell to the ground, and the rider rolled on the ground holding the hands, crying and shouting.

On the contrary, the car thief who was sitting in the back seat with the knife was not injured. He fell to the ground and probably scratched his skin. After grabbing the camera that was already hanging around his neck, he didn't dare to pick it up, and even rolled it. Climb, stagger, and flee to the place where it deviates.

At this time, people from the surrounding shops came out, as did the young girl with the round hat.

Going up solemnly, he pulled out the waistband of the hapless rider's pants, and then pulled his pants down.

The long jeans suddenly wrapped around his feet, and the guy would stumble even if he tried to stand up.

run?

No way, unless you run with your trousers in your hands, or run with your bare bottom and briefs.

What's more, now that he has been hit so hard that he can't lift his hands in pain, let alone run away.

The accomplice was dishonest and slipped away, leaving him alone.

Zhuang Yan threw the waistband to an uncle who came over: "Uncle, help to tie it up."

"Okay!" The uncle was instantly full of energy, took the belt, stepped forward and knelt down halfway, and pressed his right knee directly on the motorcycle rider's waist with a body of nearly 200 pounds, and the pain caused him to scream again.

"Ah - take it easy, forgive me!"

The uncle scolded: "Now I know it hurts? Why don't you think that others will hurt too?!"

There have been a lot of robbery on this street recently.

Many innocent passers-by were robbed. Many of them were pulled to the ground because they subconsciously tried to protect their bags and belongings.

The shop owners and residents here have long hated them, but these people come and go without a trace, robbing them and running. Motorcycles can run faster than four wheels in urban areas, so they can't catch them these days. of.

Okay now, finally someone has been arrested. If you don't have a good toss, how can you be worthy of the business decline caused by the robbery?

Zhuang Yan glanced at the back of the speeding thief who was fleeing in the distance, and handed over the things in his hand and his big-brimmed hat to the girl with the round hat.

"Girl, help me take care of things first, and hurry up to call the police."

After speaking, he pulled his legs and chased in the direction of the speeding car thief.

"Ai, ai-"

The young girl, worried about the solemn safety, shouted from behind: "Stop chasing, stop chasing."

How could Zhuang Yan hear it? After training in the barracks for so long, and seeing a little thief, of course he had to try his skills and use him as a test object.

Besides, the speed at which the thief ran...

Solemn felt appalling.

...

The speeding car thief in the rush is actually broken at the moment, and without the motorcycle, he may be caught at any time.

Originally, I thought that the noon time was the most lax hand of the patrol, and I planned to come out and make an order. When I went back and sold the dirt, I would have money to go to Happy.

Unexpectedly, people are not as good as heaven, and today I deserve to be unlucky, and I actually encountered a soldier.

It's no problem to meet a soldier, but it happens to a soldier who dares to shoot, and when he shoots, he almost can't escape.

He even regretted that he had angered the soldier by swinging his sword against him. He knew that this was the case, but he didn't order his accomplices to approach the roadside and try to hit the soldier. .

When people get down, fart hurts their heels!

While cursing in his heart, he ran towards the suburbs.

This place was originally a secluded neighborhood. Cross this side street, run south, pass two construction sites, and then enter the suburbs. There are some rural areas close to the urban area. Many outsiders rent houses here, and they are also themselves and their accomplices. Our base camp, when we get there, it's safe.

It is a little far away, it is estimated to be five kilometers.

Still, it's better than being caught at the police station.

After running for a while, the speeding car thief felt that he could hardly breathe, so he could only stop and gasped for breath with his hands on his knees.

"Run! Why didn't you run?"

Suddenly, a loud voice came from behind.

When the speeding thief looked back, all the hair on his body exploded!

I fuck!

Isn't that the soldier?

When did you get behind you?

Less than twenty meters away!

Moreover, the soldier didn't seem to be chasing him anymore, he slowed down and walked towards him like walking on the street.

"Aren't you very good at running?"

Zhuang Yan looked at the speeding car thief with a grin and thought it was very interesting.

This guy……

How many kilometers can you run?

The speeding thief had no choice but to start racing again.

run, run...

Finally, his physical strength was about to collapse, and he had to stop again.

Looking back, I almost cried.

The **** soldier was still twenty meters behind him.

Not far, not close, still smiling and looking at himself.

"Run! Why don't you run!?"

The soldier started shouting the same sentence again.

The speeding thief can only continue to run~www.readwn.com~ This time, he has completely run away.

I couldn't keep up with my physical strength, not to mention I didn't give myself a shot in the morning, and now I'm going to get addicted.

In the end, he stumbled under his feet, and this guy came to eat **** and fell directly into the sand in a clearing.

Zhuang Yan walked up slowly and stood still a few meters away.

"Are you still running? If you don't, just go back to the police station with me."

The speeding car thief felt like he was about to cry, what kind of monster is this, I'm afraid it will run for three kilometers without taking a breath.

Yintang is black today, what the **** isn't it?

"Bing... Bing Da... eldest brother... how... just... Willing to let go... me!"

Zhuang Yan said, "You can let me go, lie down on the ground, I'll come and tie you up, and I'll let you go when I get out of the house."