Chapter eight hundred and seventeenth stinging dragon
Zhang Lu's peek was not unexpected.
Because at this time, Zhang Lu was not the only one hiding in different corners and peeking.
Almost most of the miners were peeking.
Except that the two newly recruited miners may still have some vague concepts.
Most old miners actually understand it in their hearts.
There is no possibility of them leaving.
If Yuan Xiang can open up a situation.
Maybe...this is also their chance.
Don't mention anything else.
Assume that Yuan Xiang can leave completely.
Then keeping it secret will become a joke.
If the secret can no longer be kept.
Then there is a slight possibility... they will no longer be so strictly constrained.
At this moment, Yuan Xiang no longer had any trace of his past. His originally honest and cautious face was filled with arrogance, and his black wind-like figure blew into the crowd, like a big bird spreading its wings and swooping down.
The leading warrant officer's face showed a trace of sarcasm.
The well-trained soldiers did not show any timidity because Yuan Xiang showed that he was far more powerful than ordinary people. Instead, they dispersed in an orderly manner as if they were very experienced.
"Fire!"
The concentrated firepower of the submachine gun formed an invisible torrent of bullets. Even an elephant surrounded by such a barrage would be torn into pieces in an instant.
Yuan Xiang simply cannot avoid such a firepower network. He is practicing Iron Palm, not Lingbo Weibu.
But Yuan Xiang, who has practiced the iron palm inherited from his family to an extremely advanced level, naturally has his confidence.
He doesn't need to hide.
Hey!
With a loud shout, Yuan Xiang took a deep breath, and his jade-like palms suddenly swelled with blood and became as big as two round fans.
Zhang Lu recognized that this move was a killing move that Yuan Xiang had not passed down to him. He had heard Yuan Xiang vaguely mention it once before, and it was called 'Big Stone Mill'.
Although the name is rough, it bears traces of the roughness and lack of education of most warriors in the old society.
However, after Yuan Xiang stirred up his energy and blood, his hands expanded like millstones. With both hands clamped, fine steel could be easily ground.
Yuan Xiang's "Big Stone Grinding" move changed unexpectedly in Yuan Xiang's hands. The original killer move turned into a defensive move. The bullets that were invisible to the naked eye turned into pieces of metal under the movement of his hands.
particles.
The miners who were hiding far away had been stunned for a long time. They had never thought that an ordinary human being, a person who got along day and night, could be so powerful. It simply exceeded common sense.
Although... in fact, the energy crystals they mine every day are also part of the extraordinary.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yuan Xiang was stunned, like a dove that had been hit by an arrow.
His eyes protruded like dead fish eyes, his face that had returned to youth was full of ferocity, and in the palms of his hands and chest, there were holes the size of fists.
The battle ended in the most concise and incredible way.
Yuan Xiang died, he died cleanly and decisively.
He didn't even have time to say a word or two of complaints or emotions.
The soldier on the tower in the distance put away the sniper rifle in his hand, his face expressionless, as if what he had just killed was not a superhuman who had exceeded the limits of humanity, but just an ordinary criminal.
At this moment, the shock in Zhang Lu's heart surpassed everyone else's.
Although he is not as self-aggrandizing as Yuan Xiang, he still vaguely regards himself as superior to others because of his success in Iron Palm.
What's more, he put himself in the perspective of a conspirator and a bystander, watching everything pass and happen around him with cold eyes.
But reality taught him a vivid lesson.
No matter how high your kung fu is, you can't resist modern firearms.
If you block it, it only means that the gun hitting you is not strong enough and the bullet hitting you is not powerful enough.
Yuan Xiang's body was quickly taken away, and there was no explanation of how it would be disposed of. Many miners speculated that Yuan Xiang would be sent to be sliced and dissected.
Looking at the military helicopter disappearing in the distance, Zhang Lu was inevitably a little sad, but he was silently relieved.
If Yuan Xiang died, instead of being captured alive, the possibility of him being discovered would be minimized.
In the next period of time, Zhang Lu did not use his iron palm to absorb energy crystals, and the energy crystals he handed over were not too many, which was just more than the average miner.
Some of the external manifestations of Iron Palm's success were deliberately erased by Zhang Lu. His palms began to become rough and uneven, and even qi and blood surged all the time, making them look a bit bigger than others.
This is a typical sign of not practicing the right way and quickly becoming an iron palm.
After what happened to Yuan Xiang, Zhang Lu could faintly notice that many people were monitoring him, and it was no longer just cameras placed in the mines.
He couldn't hide the fact that he learned Iron Palm from Yuan Xiang, but he wasn't sure whether he absorbed the energy crystal.
Energy crystals are the capital of Zhang Lu's revenge. Zhang Lu will naturally not give up absorbing them, but will just be more cautious and careful.
Yuan Xiang's easy demise also reminded Zhang Lu that he must not be careless with modern firearms in his future revenge, otherwise he will be shot in the dark and no matter how high his martial arts skills are, it will be in vain.
At the end of the month, Yan Yu followed Zhang Lu's request and used his salary to buy him some medicinal materials for practicing.
Yuan Xiang taught Zhang Lu the hand-nurturing prescription of the Yuan Family Iron Palm Kung Fu.
Next, in addition to mining and practicing martial arts, Zhang Lu also used potions to maintain his hands every day. As the potions took effect, Zhang Lu's palms seemed to have been repaired a bit, and they looked a bit normal.
This is naturally Zhang Lu's trick, but he is still very careful. Ordinary potions are naturally far inferior to energy crystals, and the effect should not be so obvious.
Down the mine, Zhang Lu slowly rubbed the rock wall with his hands, trying his best to control the desire to absorb energy crystals. His eyes were slightly dull and numb, similar to most miners. The boring and depressing life will not be replaced by richness.
The salary brings about a change. This place is too boring and lacks the joy of life.
Another dull and boring day.
Zhang Lu was still wondering when he could get out of this place.
The more the fire of hatred in his heart burned, the calmer he acted... like a pool of stagnant water.
He prayed every moment.
He prayed to all the gods in legend.
He begged Qiao Jun to live a good life and not be jailed because of the incident, nor be killed by his competitors.
Because that would be too cheap for him.
Zhang Lu wants to avenge himself!
He would first crush Qiao Jun's bones one by one, and then... put him in the house and burn him to death.
Let him also feel the pain of waiting for death to eat away at his body in the fire.
It was this kind of hatred and expectation that made Zhang Lu persistent and determined.
Time flies...three years have passed in a flash.
In three years.
Several more mining accidents occurred.
The original group of miners are basically all gone.
And new miners are still joining.
Among them, there are some who came here smuggled in from the Indian and Black countries, and some who have committed crimes or escaped from their hometowns to hide from debts.
Like Zhang Lu, they are both people at the bottom of society, and they all have their own difficulties.
But they are all ordinary people.
No ruthlessness, no determination.
This is what the mine needs. Even if he dies silently... there won't be anyone who investigates and digs out the cause.
And those with too glaring bad records... they may be a bit thorny.
It is an unstable factor for collecting energy crystals.
Will not be admitted.
Thinking about it this way...it seems that if you can get in through a clear path, you can consider it a little bit of a back door.
After all...his past resume is ordinary.
But he has a blood feud, and his heart must have undergone drastic changes... It can be regarded as an unstable factor.
Work as always...waiting for the opportunity.
But the opportunity came quietly under the invisible gaze of a certain Chaos Demon God.
Everything...is so natural.
boom!
The dome above my head seemed to shake violently.
The shrill siren sounded instantly.
Zhang Lu ran along the mine tunnel towards the wellhead.
Snap!
The soldier who was responsible for guarding the wellhead fell down, his chest was bloody and bloody, and his body fell to the bottom of the well and was shattered.
"Something happened up there!" Zhang Lu is familiar with this soldier. Although he cannot reveal his name to any miner according to regulations, Zhang Lu has seen his training scene. He can hit ten with ten bullets from a submachine gun from a hundred meters away.
Flying glass bottles.
"Looking at the wound on his chest, it should have been caused by a large-caliber firearm, which directly penetrated the body armor." Zhang Lu took a few steps back slightly, then took a deep breath and ran toward the well wall.
It might be safe to stay underground, but Zhang Lu knew that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time.
If you hesitate, you will miss the opportunity.
His hands were just pressed against the rock wall as if they were hooked. Zhang Lu exerted force with both hands and climbed up the well like a big gecko.
The camera installed at the wellhead appears to have been destroyed by bullets or explosives.
The broken line ensures that everything is foolproof.
He slightly poked his head out of the wellhead, and there was a lot of dust outside the wellhead.
Many people with messy clothes but crazy eyes seemed to be shouting some kind of slogans, and they were madly attacking the camp of soldiers guarding the mine.
boom!
The cold gunfire rang out, and these people fell down, but before they died, they pulled out the fuse of the explosives on their bodies. The smoke and dust raised by the huge explosion blurred their vision. Even the warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles were caught in the dense explosion.
, it is inevitable to lose a little sense of proportion.
There are too many people risking their lives to attack the mine, and they completely disregard life and death.
"Who are these people? They look... like crazy, they are not afraid of death at all!" Zhang Lu was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him, and at the same time he felt a biting chill.
As the saying goes, those who are stunned are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of losing their lives. With so many people desperate for their lives, even the elites of Baizhan will not be able to get over this situation.
Even though Zhang Lu didn't know how to march and fight, he could still see that the soldiers guarding the mine were constantly shrinking the defense line and began to appear conservative, waiting for reinforcements.
At the same time, in the diffuse smoke and dust.
Zhang Lu's gaze unconsciously shifted in one direction.
It was a bearded middle-aged man wearing white linen clothes with special symbols tattooed on his eyebrows and cheeks.
Judging from the shape of his face and the color of his pupils, he should be from Xinertai.
In this vast and desolate land, the Xinertai people have always been synonymous with violence.
The bearded middle-aged man was holding a bone in his hand, walking barefoot on the ground full of corpses and sand, reciting the "Ancient Source Sutra" that had been passed down from generation to generation, and a strange light emitted from his deep eyes.
Wherever your eyes pass.
Some of the resisting soldiers involuntarily pointed their guns at the original robe.
Their faces clearly showed fear and resistance, but they could not control their hands.