Killing the soldiers in front of him with one blow does not mean that Bai Lang is out of danger with the crew. These soldiers are not those who are traversing, and they all dispersed and naturally formed a formation that can cover each other. The most important thing is that the distance between them maintains a distance that will not be reimbursed by a grenade. This makes Bai Lang's killing them a little slower - it may not be able to react in a few seconds, but these people will definitely be able to react in one second.

Fortunately, Bai Lang roared, and the result was that even if these people had time to react, they were dizzy and unable to move. This gave Bai Lang a last chance. He finally turned on the insurance and just made a shuttle - because the rifle with the center of gravity was easier to control, coupled with Bai Lang's powerful arm strength and physical control ability, except for the first landing point being a test, other bullets hit all the living soldiers present very accurately.

It happened to be a half arc, and the bullets were about half shot out. And all the soldiers were lying on the ground and twitching - basically this was the twitching of death, and Bai Lang, who controlled the landing point, was still shooting very accurately. "It is better to use a gun to kill the person the fastest... the martial arts are out of date." Bai Lang said the fact. In terms of his martial arts now, using a gun is really the most efficient way to kill people at this distance - he can control the recoil, and practicing martial arts brings him the coordination between his sharp ears and eyes and body. Isn't this the best soldier template...

What's more, the strength brought by the Golden Bell Cover and the toughness of the musculoskeleton are equivalent to the bonus of an ordinary bulletproof vest... Thinking of this, Bai Lang shook his head, "I wanted to practice martial arts, but I ended up practicing a whole bodyguard kung fu... Forget it, it's good." However, the captain and crew on the ship were frightened. Although I had heard of a lot of things about making a living on this river, it was still very scary to see a few people being killed like this.

The first mate didn't know what to say. The soldiers were indeed threatening him and asked him to take some goods upstream and hand them over to another ship. The situation seemed to be quite dangerous. However, according to the first mate's experience, if he paid a little, he should be able to stop and find other ships to do it - but who would have thought that this guest would kill people suddenly, and kill so quickly and so neatly.

The captain wanted to scold, but the first mate wanted to, but he didn't dare to - the first mate was close and the captain could see clearly from a high point. This guest really had the kind of martial arts like in TV series and movies. Tearing off a person's chest ribs is as easy as peeling off an orange peel, and kicking a person's head is like kicking tofu, and the tiger roar is still buzzing the ears of these two people. Besides, the murderer is still holding a gun in his hand...

Bai Lang also knew that the situation could only be controlled by him - "Don't stand there, use a water gun to rush the deck, throw the dead into the water, don't want the gun, and then let's go quickly. Don't be afraid, you continue the voyage, I will get off the boat when I get to the place - you can call the police, but I suggest it's best to report to the police in the motherland. People in this place are not trustworthy." He kicked a body into the water, threw the gun in his hand into the water, and signaled the crew to move quickly.

He was not afraid of them holding guns. These people were frivolous and could not aim at him even if they played with guns. And they were all scared, and Bai Lang would do his job immediately as soon as he said that. The soldiers' bodies were thrown into the river, and the catfishes on the Mekong River would help them to chew them out of recognition, and then all their weapons were thrown into the water - these things were troublesome, and once they were found out, there would be big trouble. The speedboats in which the soldiers were on died in their positions, and Bai Lang stomped the bottom of the ship and broke the keel bones. The river water quickly poured into the hull, and the speedboat began to sink.

The boat drove again, and Bai Lang knew that he might not be on the boat for long, but he couldn't leave yet. "At least I'll talk about it when I arrived in Myanmar, and if possible, maybe I could get a speedboat."

The same is true. The atmosphere on the boat is very tense. Everyone is afraid of killing people like Bai Lang who eats and drinks water - even if he kills Thai soldiers. There is no way. If you don’t care much, after watching Bai Lang kill people, you will look like a tiger in a human form. Bai Lang practices the true meaning of tiger shape, and now he is also the time when he has a sharp weapon and killing intention arises. His control of his own mind has not yet reached the point of being proficient and flawless, so sometimes there will be some kind of murderous intent - which is even more scary.

Fortunately, it was not long after, before the crew members on the ship went crazy, they didn't even dare to call the police, even if Bai Lang had already told them to call the police, for fear that the tiger-like man in front of him would go back on his word and kill the person who called the police. Before they were scared crazy, members of the Myanmar group selling addictive drugs appeared. Compared with the military and police personnel in Thailand, the Burmese group in front of him was mostly a private armed group, and they were far from comparing with those Thai soldiers in terms of equipment and skills.

They were holding five or six rushing in their hands, and they were sitting in the speedboat and approaching Yuhua 3. Bai Lang did not stand out, but half-squatted behind the side of the boat and observed. Bai Lang carefully looked at the people on the speedboat, and suddenly he shouted, "Everyone goes back to the cabin! Leave down! These people are going to take action!"

Sure enough, the Burmese armed personnel on the speedboat raised their weapons and began to shoot at Yuhua 3. Fortunately, Bai Lang shouted, and basically everyone was lying on the deck quickly. However, the hull of the freighter was no different from paper to the bullets that were rushing to five or six times, and could not stop the strafing. It was just because the vision was limited by the opponent's height, so luckily it has not hit anyone yet.

Bai Lang didn't get their weapons. To be honest, he regretted that the rifles were thrown too early. He used his light skills and reactions to avoid the pointing of those people's guns, quickly shuttled across the deck, and tried hard to get close to the speedboat. "It's not realistic to hit the air, it's better to go into the water to attack - fortunately I can swim. And I remember that there was an episode of the Rumor Terminator who tested the bullets to shoot the water surface. It seemed that as long as it was two meters underwater, most of the rifle machine gun bullets were actually no longer lethal."
Chapter completed!