Chapter 71: Group Beating

  The city of Tripoli can be said to be a military fortress, where the third, fifth and eighth mechanized infantry brigades of the People's National Guard, the National Guard Brigade, as well as tank regiments and air defense missile brigades are stationed. These troops firmly guard the security protection work of Tripoli, and once war breaks out, these troops will launch a positional counterattack in the first time to ensure the safety of the capital.

  Angel and the little wildcat drove to a bar in the southeast of the city to drink and find a fight, this bar was near a brigade of the Libyan National Guard, it had always been a place for the guardsmen to drink and relax.

  Apart from the Guards Brigade drinking and relaxing here, there were also some terrorist organizations taken in by Gaddafi, including assassins and heavy criminals from various countries.

  Angel and Little Wildcat were immediately harassed by a group of people as soon as they entered the bar, who were not Guardsmen but rather escaped convicts from Morocco.

  Under Angel's teasing, she directly beat her opponent to death.

  Blood just splattered onto the new clothes of a terrorist organization next to him, which led to a dispute, and Angel killed this terrorist alive.

  This arrogant person had never appeared in this bar before, so the people in the bar began to besiege Angel and Xiaoyezi, and two more people were beaten to death.

  Things got out of hand, and the bar owner quickly called the police department next door, asking the police to come and handle the situation.

  A platoon leader of the guard troops came, and as soon as he appeared, he was kicked to pieces by Xiao Ye Mao's foot, so that the guard troops directly dispatched a company to control An Qi Er and Xiao Ye Mao in the bar. Fortunately, they were not fully armed, otherwise it is very likely that the two would have been shot dead on the spot.

  Following their aunt's example, Omo saw that things were getting out of hand and quickly called Zhao Ziyang for help.

  "Rumble!...... Rumble!......" The roar of the engine came, a line of cars from the ambushers rushed to the bar with their teeth and claws, regardless of the surrounding soldiers.

  "Halt! Halt!" Two soldiers shouted loudly, waving their hands at the leading Hummer.

  The driver of the sickle-handled car didn't care at all and directly rushed towards the two soldiers.

  Seeing the Hummer approaching without slowing down, two soldiers hastily dodged to the side, avoiding being crushed to death by the vehicle.

  With a crash, the war chariot heavily slammed into the bar, smashing a large hole in the wooden bar and continuing to charge towards the soldiers inside.

  Soldiers surrounding Angel and Little Wildcat at the bar were knocked down instantly, revealing a gap.

  "Ah, Zhao Ziyang!" Little Wildcat, holding dual knives, saw Zhao Ziyang arrive and shouted loudly with a flushed face: "Are you here to fight too? Come on, come on, it's very exciting!"

  "Wildcat sister, I'm helping you!" Along with the voice, a tall and thin young man jumped down from the last jeep and punched hard at the soldier closest to him.

  With a loud "bang", the soldier was punched in the nose by the young man, his nose twisted to one side, and blood and tears gushed down.

  "Who brought this kid here?!" Zhao Ziyang thundered, pointing at Zhao Changqing who had started a fight as soon as he came up.

  。

  He really lost his temper and came here in a swaggering manner, mainly for mediation. But this foolish young man started fighting as soon as he arrived, even if he was in the right, it's not right anymore.

  "It was I who came myself." Zhao Changzheng rushed towards Zhao Ziyang with a cute smile on his face.

  "Get out of the way!"

  Zhao Changzheng's body suddenly flashed to the side upon hearing the reminder, avoiding a big foot of a soldier behind him.

  "Bang!!!" The little wild cat opened its big eyes, jumped onto the bar counter in one leap, and kicked over two soldiers with a flying kick.

  Two soldiers were kicked in the mouth, their strong bodies flying backward, fresh blood spewing from their mouths mixed with several teeth that had been violently broken off.

  Anqi'er also refused to show weakness, grabbed the head of a soldier closest to her and heavily knocked it on the hard counter.

  A loud "thud" echoed, the soldier's entire face was smashed onto it, a face stuck to the desktop in an eerie flatness under great force. Then his body sprang back like rubber and fell to the ground, lapsing into unconsciousness.

  Things have indeed gotten out of hand, Zhao Changzheng this kid came up and started a fight, leaving no room for reconciliation between the two sides, they can only start fighting.

  "Damn it, get me a hit!" Zhao Ziyang let out a loud roar and kicked the soldier who was rushing towards him, sending him flying backwards into the crowd.

  "Heavy punches, ga ga ga...!" A strange cry echoed from Omo as he adjusted his body into a half-crouching position, left foot forward and right foot backward. Suddenly, he burst forth with explosive force, dashing wildly towards the group of soldiers with a thunderous roar.

  Like a polar bear, Omo was like a human tank, knocking the soldiers over. After colliding with them once, he changed direction and continued to collide again, repeating this several times, and finally disrupted the formation of the group of soldiers.

  "Get down, get down!" a military officer shouted in a flustered tone, ordering the soldiers to charge at Zhao Ziyang and others.

  Nearly a hundred soldiers in groups of three or five launched a siege on the outnumbered ambushers, with chairs, bottles and tables flying everywhere, kicking off a chaotic melee.

  With a "crash", a wine bottle flew onto Omo's head, smashing his skull into a bloody hole. The red wine inside found its best outlet and poured all over Omo's head and face, making him look like a blood-soaked person.

  。

  "Fuck you!" Ao Mo cursed loudly, wiping the mixture of wine and blood from his face as he looked for the son of a bitch who had smashed him with a bottle.

  As far as the eye can see, the entire bar is filled with people and flying bottles. From time to time, someone gets hit by a bottle and falls to the ground. Glass shards are scattered all over the floor of the bar, and no matter who falls down, their body will definitely be embedded with many glass shards.

  A bottle of red wine came flying straight at Omu, and when Omu looked down, he saw that the one who had thrown the bottle was a small wild cat that had abandoned its two knives to one side.

  "Oh no, be careful, silly bear!!"

  Auo Mo's head dodged to one side, avoiding the wine bottle. Behind him came the sound of the bottle body colliding with a person's face.

  "Idiot! Bastard!" Omo shouted in a rage, his mouth spewing out curses.

  "Bang" a chair heavily smashed on him, instantly scattered frame.

  "Ahhh..."

  As he roared, Omo grabbed the soldier who had attacked him and hurled him out of the bar with a single swing. At the same time, he swung his massive left fist at another soldier.

  A loud "boom" sound, the soldier was knocked to the ground, his eyes bulging out, his mouth crooked to one side, and he fainted.

  "Hey, baby, ahahahaha..." The blade flashed as it opened the fighting stance and charged at the surrounding soldiers. They shouted as they pounced, but were countered with a swift elbow strike that sent them crashing to the ground.

  "Ahhh... this kung fu, Li Xiao Long... ahhh..."

  Several wooden sticks simultaneously smashed towards the knife edge, smashing the knife edge to the point of almost falling to the ground, and Bruce Lee's signature move was also thoroughly interrupted.

  "You stupid knife, what are you reasoning with that little dragon, get out of here!" Zhao Changzheng yelled at Knife Edge, throwing a brick he had found somewhere at him.

  The blade of the brick knife hesitated for a moment, unsure how to use this weapon.

  "A single brick can bring down an entire wall."

  "Zhao Changzheng loudly told Dao Feng how to use this weapon, and a brick head fell down as a demonstration for the other party."

  Watching Zhao Changzheng's joyful and carefree shouting, Knife Edge immediately realized the powerful force of the brick, and immediately followed suit, shouting out one by one, absolutely clean and neat.

  "Wooo... Zhao tou hu, zhao tou hu..."

  The battle was incredibly fierce, with over a hundred people from the Guards Regiment and twenty or so hidden fighters packed into this small bar. In such a melee it was impossible not to get hurt, no matter who you were.

  Zhao Zi's forehead was bleeding, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Without exception, all his limbs were broken. Under this kind of group beating, it's impossible to knock someone out completely. The best way is to break their limbs and make them lose their fighting ability entirely.

  Wiping away the fresh blood on his face, Zhao Ziyang widened his eyes and charged towards the soldiers in front of him with large strides.

  At this moment, Angel's cry came from a corner of the bar. Following the sound, Zhao Ziyang saw that Angel was heavily hit on the neck by a wooden stick, and her white neck appeared a shocking purple-red mark.

  "You scolded the neighbor!" A coarse and extremely vulgar curse came out of Zhao Ziyang's mouth, his face full of blood revealed a thick and bloody ferocity, and he rushed towards the direction where An Qi'er was.

  "With a 'ka' sound, the soldier who had just swung his stick at An Qi'er was caught by Zhao Zi Yang, who used both hands to exert force and break the opponent's wrist, causing him to drop the stick on the ground. He then kicked the soldier in the chest."

  A dull cracking sound echoed, and the soldier's body arched violently like a large shrimp after one foot stepped on his chest, with fresh blood spraying from the corner of his mouth. His sternum was at least half broken under that one foot.

  "Kill them for me!!!" A roar full of murderous intent burst out from Zhao Ziyang's chest, ordering the mercenary group to start killing these soldiers.

  Don't mess with Angie, Zhao Ziyang isn't afraid of physical pain, but he's afraid of heartache, and ironically, Angie is the one who can make him heartbroken.

  With a "hiss" sound, the dull thud of a military knife entering the body was heard, Zhao Ziyang's face twitched, he had been stabbed from behind.

  "Roar!!!" "Slap!"

  A roar accompanied the sound of the blade breaking, Zhao Ziyang turned around at the same time using his back muscles to clamp down on the opponent's blade, taking advantage of the turning force to twist and break the opponent's military sword.

  。

  "Hmph..." A blood arrow shot out and splattered Zhao Ziyang's face.

  Angel directly grabbed the long knife dropped by Xiao Ye and stabbed it into the soldier's body, then rotated and pulled out, bringing out a blood arrow.

  The situation completely lost control, the snipers began to kill these soldiers. They were not in a good mood and did not care that they killed members of the Libyan brigade responsible for the security of the capital.

  "I'm going for the machine gun!" Omo shouted, pushing aside the two men in front of him and running towards the jeep.

  Upon hearing Omar's voice, two officers from the Guard Regiment who were armed with pistols immediately drew their guns and took aim at Omar, ready to shoot him.

  "Pffft! Pffft!"

  "Ahhhhh!!!!!!"

  The pistol fell to the ground with a clang, and two officers clutched at their palms in pain, staring at the ancient coins deeply embedded within.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." A crisp gunshot suddenly came from outside, and Omo was immediately forced back by a tall, beautiful woman wearing a beret and holding a gun to his head.

  The chaos in the bar stopped momentarily as both sides ceased their mutual pummeling at the sound of gunfire.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!......

  Sounds of objects and flesh colliding still echoed from the corner, only disappearing after a while. Zhao Changzheng stood up from the corner, cracked a smile, put down the brick stained with fresh blood on one side, and patted his palms as if nothing had happened.

  "Little girl, if you don't move your gun away, I won't be polite to you." Omo's voice was threatening, with a thick murderous aura in his eyes.

  "You'd better behave yourself, or your head will blow up right now." The woman with the gun pressed against Omo's head spoke in a cold voice.

  At the same time, several women wearing berets and similarly tall in stature entered the bar with guns, pointing their black gun barrels at Zhao Zi-yang and others.

  As they watched the sudden appearance of a third-party force, the soldiers of the Guard Corps couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Zhao Ziyang narrowed his eyes slightly, sizing up these unusual women.