This point guard is great

Chapter 92 Extra Story 2.2 Photography is Art

A big black brother of two field teams was smashed headlong unwillingly.

Ma Hong and Christine were very measured in their strikes. Except for the wild stone picked up by the roadside at the beginning, the rest were smoothed out. Although the smashing was definitely not light, it would not kill people.

The ammunition intercepted the enemies running up. Below, Ma Hong saw that Christine had started to make contact with the opponents. These little black girls were quite fierce, and the big black brothers didn’t even take out their knives. Fortunately, Christine was well-prepared and very professional.

Seeing that she is still in the mood to hook up with other girlfriends, and can still hold the girl's chin to tease her when she smashes the knife, Ma Hong is sure that she should be in no danger.

The big black brother under Ma Hong had already lost some blood against the stone and came up. According to the previous agreement with Christine, Ma Hong shook a rope in the shadows under the confused eyes of this group of big black men, wearing tactical gloves on his hands, belt buckles and hanging buckles on his waist.

A few members of the field team finally rushed up, and as a result, seeing Ma Hong jumping down again and flipping over, a large piece of rotten fish and shrimp smacked off their heads, what a smell.

From then on, Ma Hong easily kicked over the two black men, and Christine smashed down with two sticks very smoothly, and the scene became a little quiet for a while.

10 beats 2, but now the two people have nothing to do, but the one with the most people is beaten up by them, and the two of them are dizzy. Is there any law?

Gathering the team, Mahon and Christine laughed and walked into the darkness.

Fromm was so angry that he almost jumped off the stairs, but looking at the height of the two-storey building, it's okay, it hurts to jump down.

But it’s impossible to calculate like this. If it’s a mess on the road, they’ll be disgraced if it’s passed out, so they must be chased. Now Fromm has confirmed that there are only two opponents, and there are still 8 people on their side, excluding the two fainted brothers.

In the darkness, Ma Hong seemed impatient after waiting too long, and threw a stone again.

The range was huge. Fromm saw it but thought it was missed, so he didn't care, but who knew that the stone hit the wall next to it all the way, and it bounced back and hit him on the head.

Raising his hand to catch the bouncing stone, Fromm covered his bleeding forehead and licked it. The bloody smell filled his mouth. Fromm became angry, but the angrier he became, the calmer Fromm was.

As a point guard, even in the face of a desperate situation, the mentality must not be messed up.

Just like facing those three monsters three times before, even though Fromm had already been beaten in the first wave, he still found a way out.

"Back first, get out of the range of his stone's attack." Without Tie Hanhan stepping forward, Fromm calmed down and made the best judgment.

A group of people retreated quickly, and Ma Hong appeared in the darkness at this time, looking at them with a contemptuous smile.

At the entrance of the alley, Fromm led people to stop and faced Mahon across the street.

"Be careful, let's push forward from the left and right at the same time. They hit the stones very accurately. Find something to block them. If we catch them, we will win!"

Calmly giving the order, Fromm was also bloody and directly let go of his suppressed head and picked up a rotten board to block in front of him.

The NBA would bleed and leave the game, but Fromm's battlefield didn't say that.
"Rush over!"

Shouting to cheer themselves up, five members of the wild team rushed back again, and the three girls were left to take care of the sick. They confirmed their eyes. This time, Ma Hong and the others were obviously looking for personal grievances with the wild team, and they should not drag others into the water.

And Fromm didn't let these girls leave the alley, this was to prevent Mahon from misunderstood him and asked them to report to someone.

Who is right and who is wrong is not important now, only the outcome is important.

Ma Hong went back to the darkness secretly again with a smile. This time without throwing a stone, Fromm easily rushed through the alley, but the place was open in all directions, and he didn't know where Ma Hong and Christine went.

"Fromm, let me show you first." The teammate on the other side shouted.

Fromm waved his hand vigorously, signaling him to shut up. There are too many pig teammates who can't beat them by themselves: "Don't move around, now they are in the dark and we are in the light, don't be used as a target, observe the above."

There are stairs on both sides of this kind of alley in the United States, and it is too simple to hide two people.

In fact, this is not a gunfight, otherwise, in such a place, as long as Ma Hong and Christine squatted on the folded stairs with a pistol, they didn't need to shoot very accurately, and they would have to finish shooting at the entrance of the alley.

Just as the wild team was looking for the enemy, suddenly there were screams from behind.

MD is finished, he only left the wounded and three unarmed girls, Ma Hong didn't talk about Wude to surprise the wounded, damn it.

With a roar, Fromm began to charge back, but when their formation was in disarray, Ma Hong suddenly jumped out from under the debris on the roadside!
Wielding the electric shock device with both hands, he successfully pressed two people in one face-to-face.

Fromm turned his head angrily, picked up a wooden board and threw it at Mahon, but a goddess of war in a tight-fitting leather jacket with long hair fluttering in the alley had already killed her. She kicked another person carrying a wooden board a few meters away with her feet professionally. Christine did not forget to carry a big stone in her hand when kicking him.

Originally, I was outnumbered, but in an instant, Fromm realized that it was lonely here... so cold.

There is no need to continue the fight. Ma Hong still has an electric shock device in his hand, and Christine is still holding a swinging stick. The number of weapons is not dominant, and Ma Hong is both here. I don’t know who has taken the companion away.

Throwing down the wooden board, Fromm sat down on the ground in a decadent manner: "It's up to you to kill me or break my hand. Let my brothers go. This matter has nothing to do with them."

Ma Hong and Christine looked at each other and smiled, and the two looked down at Fromm with smiles from the corners of their eyes.

In this environment, Fromm is really a little flustered, and it’s over like this, I hope they don’t break my hand, it’s okay to beat me up, it’s okay to break two bones, but if my hand is injured, I can’t play basketball anymore.

If you lose, you will be a bachelor, and it's not Fromm's turn to choose.

After the time came to 10 minutes.

Fromm sat in the alley with a face of resentment, his face and body were covered with various childish patterns with markers. The point is, he is not wearing any clothes now, and Fromm doesn't hate Mahon or Christine, he hates the three pig teammates in front of him holding oil pens!

What the hell were these three girls thinking? He thought of all the bad results, but Fromm didn't think that the screams just now were made by these three nympho girls themselves, and I didn't see that they had any friendship with Christine, but it was just a hasty meeting. They actually betrayed themselves as compatriots.

Fromm looked hopeless, feeling that his life had come to an end at this moment.

With the same fate as him, there is another poor boy from the field team, but that guy is better, at least he is still in a coma and has not woken up.

It might be a good thing to fall asleep when She died.

The camera in Ma Hong's hand took pictures one after another. Which man doesn't have the ideal of an artist.

After the operation was over, Mahon squatted in front of Fromm...

(End of this chapter)