Early the next morning, Wei Ran boarded a passenger ship bound for Yakutsk, carrying a backpack filled with clothes, camouflage cloth and two large bricks.
When the passenger ship full of locals arrived in the middle of the Lena River, Wei Ran quietly threw the backpack in his hand into the river.
After destroying the last bit of evidence, the rest of the journey became much easier. As for Xiabejiash behind him, there was nothing unusual about the police station where the guards had been watching him all night.
Obviously, those who stole mammoth tusks did not report the matter to the police in good faith. Even if they drove away the heavy truck that may have been filled with cargo, Wei Ran was not surprised at all.
Almost as soon as he boarded the Yakutsk pier, the burly man dressed as a miner who had missed him at the airport pressed him on the shoulder.
It was almost a subconscious move. Wei Ran didn't even have time to think about it. He grabbed the opponent's wrist with his backhand and pulled and twisted it hard. With a crisp "click" sound, Mao Zi also let out a suppressed scream.
"Asshole! One of our own!" Maozi, who had a dislocated wrist, gasped and took out Wei Ran's smartphone from his pocket and shook it.
Wei Ran, who had already twisted the opponent's dislocated arm to his back, only reacted belatedly at this moment. He had almost forgotten the set of massage and bone-setting techniques he had learned when completing the skill mission in Aiyangdian.
However, he did not expect that the first person to enjoy this treatment after coming back would be the "nanny" that he had avoided.
"Sorry, sorry." Wei Ran quickly took the phone from the other party and put it in his pocket.
"Let go of my hand!" The middle-aged man's cheeks were so painful that they were twitching.
"wait a minutes!"
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he pulled the opponent's palm hard, pulled and pushed, and with a "click" he helped the opponent complete the reset of the dislocated wrist.
To say that this guy was tough, even though his big rough face was red and deformed from holding back, he only let out a muffled grunt that could kill people.
"Um...you stretch your wrist?" Wei Ran took a big step back and suggested rather awkwardly.
The guy looked at the frightened eyes of the passengers around him, suppressed the urge to shoot Wei Ran in the face, tried to move his sore wrist, reluctantly greeted the latter, and followed
He got into the van that had been abandoned at the airport.
It wasn't until there was no shadow on the dock behind him that the strong man driving the car suddenly asked, "Did you use Chinese Kung Fu just now?"
"Chinese Kung Fu?" Wei Ran laughed dumbly, shook his head and corrected, "It's Chinese medical skills."
"Medical skills?" The strong man turned to look at Wei Ran, "Can you teach me?"
"this..."
Wei Ran was immediately troubled when he heard this. He was not reluctant to teach, but he didn't know how he learned it. How could he start teaching it?
As if he saw Wei Ran's embarrassment, the strong man actually said with some regret, "If it's embarrassment, forget it, but how about we make a few gestures later?"
"forget it"
Wei Ran shook his head without thinking, and said concisely, "The skills I know are all for joints. I guess you don't want to experience the feeling of joint dislocation all over your body."
"I'm even more curious about how you reset the dislocation." The strong man raised his still sore wrist and said curiously, "I didn't even react."
"This is not easy to explain." Wei Ran grinned. If Suisui's grandfather could explain this matter, he could not explain it.
"How about at least demonstrating it?" As the strong man spoke, he turned the steering wheel and drove the car to a thermal power station close to the city.
This guy likes to be tortured, right?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, then simply stopped saying anything and followed the other person out of the car and walked into a huge locked warehouse.
This warehouse is filled with one-meter-square wooden boxes. In some of the boxes opened, you can still see some metal parts of unknown purpose. And above the head, there is a rusty box with the sickle and hammer logo remaining.
Gantry crane.
But the most eye-catching thing in this warehouse is a naked guy hanging upside down from a gantry crane by a thick chain.
And around this guy, there was a diesel barrel with a charcoal fire burning, as well as several men and women wearing various clothes, different shapes, different genders and even different ages.
"How did you bring him here?"
Before the strong man could close the iron door of the warehouse, a woman who looked to be in her forties, wearing a suit and tie, with an excellent figure and makeup, asked with a trace of hostility.
"This little guy just dislocated my hand and reset it before I even reacted." Mao Zi, who brought Wei Ran in, said with some arrogance, "Anyway, there's still a long way to go before the plane he wants to take takes off.
It takes several hours, so why not let him perform for us... No, no, no, it should be called academic exchange."
With this sentence, all the men and women in the warehouse became interested. One of them rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Wei Ran to take action, "Little guy, let's have an academic exchange, and let me watch it by the way."
Look at the level of students taught by that bastard Culp."
No matter how slow his brain was, Wei Ran could see that even without the incident on the pier, the strong man would have found an excuse to bring him here. It was clear that he wanted to attract these middle-aged uncles and aunts who were obviously hostile to him.
How can we resolve our hatred?
The strong man who brought Wei Ran did not hide anything, but explained directly, "In order to catch you, we have not rested for two or three days, and as long as we catch you, we will have a chance to go to Europe.
Work, so young man, if you want to go back to Chita, either let us beat you up or beat us up."
"A bunch of idiots looking for abuse"
This chapter is not over yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wei Ran cursed blatantly in Chinese, sideways dodged the fist of Mao Zi who walked in front of him, lowered his head and pounced forward, easily dodging it.
Hit the opponent's whip.
Before it was over, just as Wei Ran's hands touched the ground, his heel also hit the knee of the leg supporting the opponent's body.
The balance of Maozi's body was instantly broken, and he was about to kneel to the ground. He quickly stepped on the ground with the leg that had not kicked Wei Ran.
But just as his leg touched the ground, Wei Ran kicked him up and down with his feet, and then he sat down heavily on the cement floor.
The second time he destroyed the opponent's body balance, Wei Ran, who was half lying on the ground, did not stop. He directly pressed the opponent's neck with the sole of one foot, and kicked the opponent's arm that was supporting the ground with the other foot, taking advantage of the opponent being used by him.
When he pushed his neck with his foot and lost his balance for the third time, he grabbed the opponent's other arm and pulled it back.
With a heartbreaking "click" sound, Wei Ran immediately let go of his hand, slowly got up from the ground and patted the dust on his butt.
The fight between the two ended in less than 10 seconds, and the result made many idiots in the warehouse wide-eyed.
The middle-aged woman in formal clothes walked to the side of her companion, ignored the other person's severe pain, grabbed the other person's dislocated arm and shook it, "Is it really dislocated? Kuzmic, come here and have a look at him."
Before he finished speaking, a bearded man sitting on a wooden box and wearing a railway employee's uniform stood up, crushed the cigarette butt on the lap of the unfortunate man who was hanging upside down, and walked slowly to the man with a hoarse scream.
Next to a companion with a dislocated elbow.
The strong man who brought Wei Ran over stopped the bearded man named Kuzmic, turned to Wei Ran and said, "Victor, come on."
Wei Ran glanced at the woman in the suit until the woman let go of her out-of-control arm and took a few steps back. Then he walked over to Mao Zi, who he had just fought with, squatted down, held the woman's arm and asked, "With
Tell your companions, how about I buy you a drink and stop playing?"
"I told you not to—click!"
Two completely different voices sounded from this Maozi's mouth and elbow joints at the same time, and all the middle-aged Maozi watching the excitement swallowed subconsciously.
"So how about I treat everyone to a drink?" Wei Ran grabbed the other person's other hand and pulled him up, smiling and asking the people around him.
"Victor, where did you learn that? Why don't I remember that bastard Culp has this ability?" the defeated general asked while rubbing his sore elbow. As for Wei Ran's suggestion of drinking just now
, but was directly ignored by everyone.
“I didn’t learn this from Culp.”
Wei Ran explained with a smile, but in fact, he was also surprised at his performance just now. Objectively speaking, before he used those two big lifting poles to return to the war-torn Aiyangdian, any one of these idiots could put him
I was so tortured that I felt like dying. But Metal Book taught me how to massage and straighten my bones, which directly bridged the gap between the two parties.
Just like the fight just now, he did not react subconsciously, but every move and move came out of his mind as if it came naturally, and was used by his body at will and achieved the desired effect.
So when we return to Hongqi Forest Farm, will we have a chance to challenge Culp? Wei Ran is happily imagining the scene of giving Culp a massage to set his bones.
"Since it wasn't taught by Culp, forget it."
The woman in formal clothes raised her wrist, revealing a small watch to check the time. Then she pointed at the naked man hanging upside down and said, "Victor, you can treat us to a drink if you want, but before we drink,
How about you give us a show?”
"Use him?" Wei Ran looked at the other party hesitantly.
"No one here should be willing to fight with you. After all, we have to work tomorrow."
As he spoke, the bearded man named Kuzmic picked up a red-hot shovel from the diesel barrel burning the bonfire and patted the bare buttocks on the back, waiting for the hoarse scream to resound through the warehouse again.
, then explained, "So let's use him. This bastard is a personal trafficker. There are many beautiful girls in the town around him who were sold to the smuggler by him."
"Speaking of this, have you completed your mission?" the strong man who brought Wei Ran over asked as if he just remembered.
"It's done." Wei Ran responded simply. He walked over to the trafficker who was still screaming, reached out and dislocated the trafficker's jaw first, and then asked, "So where are the girls he sold?"
"All the girls he prepared for this year have been saved, but the ones before can't be helped."
A man who was watching the excitement came over, curiously holding the trafficker's dislocated chin and shaking it from side to side, "Anna, don't send this bastard to generate electricity yet, I think you can use it to learn."
“It’s really a waste to directly burn the electricity generated.”
Another drunk man came over, picked up one of the trafficker's dislocated arms, and imitated Wei Ran's previous movements to complete the dislocation of the elbow joint, but just look at the skin and muscles that were lifted up by the bones.
, he just knows it with his eyes.
"Let Kuzmic take the time to perform a vocal cord surgery on him first. As long as he doesn't make any noise, you can do whatever you want." The woman in formal clothes agreed to her companion's request indifferently.
Under the urging of these middle-aged idiots who were overly fond of learning, Wei Ran was particularly generous in demonstrating the techniques for dislocating and resetting various joints.
This is not that he deliberately showed off, it was just reciprocation in disguise. After all, the other party was the "nanny" arranged by Culp for him. If he really had an accident while completing the assessment task, these people would most likely
Try your best to send yourself back safely.
In this case, if the other party is willing to learn, he will naturally be willing to demonstrate it, and by the way, he can avoid these overly energetic middle-aged people from causing trouble for him.
Accompanying these people, they studied the bone structure for more than an hour, until the bearded man named Kuzmic gave the trafficker who fainted an injection, and then everyone stopped with unfulfilled interest. Under the leadership of the woman in formal clothes, three or five people
The group walked towards the canteen of the power station.
