Bai Lang's figure brought a fishy wind, just like the Bengal tiger in Thailand. The wind arrived with momentum before anyone arrived. Because the bodyguards and even the leader himself were carrying guns, and there were automatic rifles among them.
, so Bailang must kill the opponent before he cross-fires - otherwise, it may be difficult to escape even with his kung fu.
Like a pounced tiger, Bai Lang waved his palm, and before the bodyguard in front of him could turn the muzzle of his gun - the bodyguard was pulling the trigger and firing at the door panel, but he only saw something from the corner of his eye.
Pounced over. Bailang slapped the man on the side with a palm, turning the man into a cannonball and blasting towards the bodyguards.
This is pure strength. With one palm strike, the person has turned into a ball of rotten flesh at the point where the palm was struck, but the force still pushed him to fly out. Bai Lang once read in a martial arts novel that the palm power is called Xin Jinhuo Chuan Shen Gong.
It can easily transmit its own internal power through multiple people and directly transmit it to the target to explode. It can even coerce the internal power of those who serve as "channels" and turn it into a violent blow.
Bai Lang is still far from being able to match this kind of magical skill. Now he just uses his strength to turn people into flesh bullets. But it seems to be really effective. The dead bodyguard who flew out bumped into a bodyguard holding an automatic rifle. The two of them
They all made a terrible sound of fractures and fractures, and then collapsed into a pile - the kinetic energy was exhausted at this point.
Bai Lang had already killed two people, but his footsteps did not stop. When he shot out with his right hand, his left hand was already ready to attack. After approaching the second person, he grabbed the second person with his left tiger paw, and his arm was covered with blood.
The splash was torn off - at this time, even the remaining people couldn't fire, because this person's body happened to completely block the white waves.
Bailang tiptoed again and changed direction. This kick also used enough force. The marble floor exploded, and the gravel flew like shrapnel. This gravel was enough to break the head and bleed, but Bailang was carrying a golden bell.
With the Shenmao Skill, these stones did not hurt or itch at all. The exploded stones made those people stunned for a moment, and they also made instinctive body dodge movements.
So this cost them their lives. The muzzle of the gun, which had been turned around, stopped shooting for a brief moment. Bailang bypassed the bodyguard who was bleeding profusely, grabbed the two bodyguards with his left and right hands, and fired with his tiger claws.
With such force, the two people were turned into blood gourds in the blink of an eye by tearing and squeezing them, which were the kind of blood gourds that were torn open and twisted. And the last bodyguard was also cut into two pieces by Bai Lang's sweeping leg kick.
Bailang straightened up and shook off the blood on his hands, but still turned around very vigorously. The leader was still holding a weapon. This guy couldn't keep up with Bailang's movements. After a blur, his wrist hurt sharply and he dropped the gun.
His wrist has been complicatedly fractured. "I ask, you answer." A hand pressed him into the sofa, and Bai Lang sat down opposite the leader.
The guy with the broken hand was wailing very softly, and the massive blood loss seemed to have almost killed him. What Bailang wanted to know was who advocated killing him, who was responsible, and who he should find now to end this matter.
What? It all depends on whether the leader in front of him cooperates or not. This leader is much more mature than the young man, and knows that he will definitely die, but a tough guy can't pretend - Bailang's internal force to force a confession is for ordinary people without internal force.
, is almost impossible to solve.
After obtaining satisfactory information, Bailang did not torture the leader, but just punched his head to pieces and gave him a good time. Bailang also washed his hands in the house, changed his clothes and went out - he
We also need to seize time and catch the people who decided and were responsible for this matter before they know that the situation has changed and run away.
"Finally, there is no need to force a confession anymore. It's good to be able to kill the opponent directly." Bailang felt a lot more relaxed. After all, this kind of thing is indeed very troublesome, but it also exercises one's martial arts. Facing the extremely fast fighting with firearms, it is really
It can temper people more than simple cultivation.
At this time, Bailang's true meaning of the tiger shape has gone one step further, and he has completely integrated the tiger's artistic conception into his martial arts. From then on, his movements are like that of a tiger, and the power of the tiger's claws and palms that imitate the tiger's palm are even better.
Going a step further, there is already a charm. "One hand is a tiger's claw, and the two hands facing each other are the tiger's mouth..." Bailang gesticulated as he hurried on, "A row of palms to hit and the tiger's claws to tear...
To deal with ordinary people, the damage is absolutely overwhelming. Just one palm would kill an ordinary person."
Anyway, we arrived at the place. The ones who really thought we were going to hunt him down and take action were actually the group's big boss and the boss responsible for all kinds of dirty work. Others were unwilling to get involved. The whereabouts of these two people have always been very secretive.
, Fortunately, the leader in charge of the medicine really knows their whereabouts. "If I can kill two, then kill two. If I can't kill one, then I will leave and go to Myanmar or Laos and Vietnam. Anyway, I can practice martial arts anywhere."
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Bailang stopped in front of a cement building, "Keeping secrets and ever-changing whereabouts is the best life-saving weapon... plus a few bodyguards for personal protection." Bailang felt it was a bit tricky, in this house
He didn't know what the pattern was, so it seemed he could only give it a try.
Bailang took out the pistol, the PPK pistol he got from the former dead ghost, and the two AKs from the drug boss, but Bailang didn't want them - because both guns were deformed during the fight. And the other guns were deformed.
Guns in human hands are not very suitable, at least they are slightly larger in size, and Bailang feels that it is not easy to hide.
The PPK pistol is small in size, highly accurate, and can carry a lot of bullets. At least Bailang brought two special magazines and all twenty rounds of bullets. "I have thirty-four bullets now, which is generally enough."
"But this will test Bailang's marksmanship. It seems that he has experience in unarmed martial arts, but he really has no experience in fighting with guns.
Bailang didn't rush in. Instead, he hid in the shadows, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and simulated the battle situation in his mind. "It's really not easy to handle, so let's adapt to the situation." Bailang gently touched the ground and raised his hand.
As soon as it was set up, it was already set up at the transom window about three stories high. Using one hand to support his body, Bai Lang looked inside carefully.
"Very thick wall..." The first thing he noticed was the thickness of the transom wall. It seemed to be made of cement. It would be difficult to break it open with a physical hammer. After the internal force was gathered into his eyes,
, you can still see a little bit even in the dark night, not to mention there are lights in this house. What Bailang saw was a black boxing ring.
The house is a large space, with fifty or sixty people inside, both men and women, all well-dressed or wearing evening gowns. They should be waiting for the underground fight that is about to start. "I can't see those two guys." Bai Lang
He cursed and said that he didn't know these two leaders. For him, this was the biggest challenge.