Chapter 42: No evidence of death

boom!

The huge force caused the accelerated balance of the car body to be broken instantly. The driver subconsciously blew the steering wheel, and the whole car suddenly rotated violently and hit the rows of landscape trees on one side. Suddenly, a harsh sound of glass breaking sounded.

The most feared thing for objects in high-speed movement is sudden turn and pauses. The powerful inertia that follows is enough to catch anyone off guard.

A huge roar spread from afar. With the flashing of the front headlights, Wang Yue clearly saw the woman who had just shot at him with a gun. At this time, he had been thrown out of the passenger seat of the passenger, and lay on the ground with his head down motionless, bleeding from his face, not knowing whether it was life or death.

In contrast, the driver who drove the car had a more flexible reaction. As soon as the car was turned off, he suddenly jumped out of the broken windshield in front.

"I still want to run?" Seeing the plan failed, the man jumped out of the front of the car and immediately jumped forward. Wang Yueyuan was more than ten steps away, and sneered, and threw out the deformed car door that was still in his hand. Woo! The sound of breaking through the air was like the whistling north wind, and it was hitting the man's back. It immediately flew three or four feet high and plunged to the ground.

It was not until this time that Wang Yue had time to look at it carefully. The man was not tall, but very strong, with a short head, eagle-eyed eyes, and a sharp look. Although he was hit by such a fierce attack, he still didn't say a word. From this point of view, Wang Yue could feel that this man was probably a soldier with special training. At least he was.

Once again, most of the subordinates of Salon were recruited by thugs and bodyguards from retired soldiers from all over the country. He became more and more aware of the origin of these people, and it was inseparable from Salon.

Wang Yue threw out the car door dozens of kilograms from a distance and smashed the man to the ground. This huge impact force was almost as good as being hit by an oncoming car. After an ordinary person was hit, he would not only break many bones, but his internal organs would break and move. However, the man was extremely tenacious. He fell to the ground, and his other hand suddenly grabbed it back, grabbed a corner of the car door, and pulled it hard, pulling it down.

When Wang Yue approached, he turned over on the ground, then kicked his legs, and immediately rushed up against the ground like a poisonous snake. At the same time, he had already pulled out a black saber dagger from somewhere, and silently stabbed Wang Yue's lower abdomen.

The driver was agile and could react instantly after suffering such a serious injury. He seized the opportunity to take a fatal blow. He was obviously a killer who was well versed in this way. He was also skillful in his movements and devoted himself to it. Even the dagger was specially made. The black blade penetrated into the black night without even a trace of reflection. He was a good player like him, and had a partner who had been together for many years, cooperated with tacit understanding, and drove a car to attack people in the middle of the night. Even if he lost his hand due to an accident, it was easy to retreat.

But no one expected that Wang Yue's progress was so fast that he had just become a formal student of the Iron Crusader. After practicing the Secret Cross Hand, he could increase his explosive power to such an incredible level. Not only did he dodge bullets, he even ran and sprinted at a short distance faster than a car. He pulled the door down as soon as he reached out...

After witnessing it, even the two killers in the car had gone through countless storms and were extremely experienced in killing people, but for a moment they were stunned and a little at a loss. As a result, the car crashed into the landscape tree next to the road and fell into a desperate situation.

Wang Yue walked slowly, and stabbed him in front of the other party with a dagger in his hand, but he didn't care at all. He just stretched his hand forward and grabbed the man's wrist, and then stomped his right foot as if he was conditioned on his right foot. It was the "right cross hand" he had practiced in the club for a day today.

Step close to each other and seal the center line with your hand.

Although Instructor Patton had told him before that the secret cross hand was a secret method to train muscles and increase physical strength, and it did not have much effect in actual combat, but this move was used by Wang Yue now, and it was just right, as if it was a thousand times of tempering and natural results.

The man stabbed the man with a knife, his forearm was flexed and stretched out before he could even stretch his arms. The next moment, Wang Yue grabbed his wrist and then closed his five fingers.

Crack!!Bang!

It was as if a crispy biscuit was broken in half. The man's wrist holding the dagger, his bones suddenly shattered into pieces, and the red muscles and white tendons and fat were suddenly pinched into something like a meat paste, squeezed out from the gaps of his fingers.

Blood splattered everywhere, and immediately spewed out two or three meters away.

At the same time, his feet also fell firmly on the man's head. At once, he could only hear a muffled bang, as if a big watermelon was broken. The man's nose, mouth, eyes, and facial features were all sunk inward in an instant, and the sticky blood and brain mass splattered everywhere. Then he saw the entire skull shattering and shattering under his feet. He stomped down and stepped on the huge head in half.

He never thought that his power would suddenly become so exaggerated. Wang Yue raised his foot and looked at the pile of red and white sticky things under his feet, and he felt a little crying without tears.

The strength grew so fast that he couldn't even have time to fully grasp it.

Originally, he used this cross-hander instinct to use this trick, and he had some idea of ​​experimenting in his mind, but he never expected that the cross-hander, which was modified by the thing in his head, would be so cruel in actual combat.

And as a result, his idea of ​​getting a confession from this man was completely dead.

Wang Chaozong only told him that Sharon was now Kandahar City, but he didn't mention the specific location. Obviously, he didn't want to ask him to interfere in this matter anymore. However, Wang Chaozong had the intention of calming down the situation, but Sharon Jasbo refused to stop there, otherwise why would he repeatedly attack his family?

Wang Yue is not sure yet. Is it just that the salon already knows that he did the Wildfire Bar. But when things develop to this point, they have to wait passively, but it is definitely not his style.

On that day, when Sharon Jasbo ran away, he had the intention of killing the roots. Today, he asked someone to attack him with a black gun, so how could Wang Yue bear it anymore?

He rubbed his feet and walked to the woman lying on the ground again. He kicked her with his feet, but when he saw that there was no reaction, he turned the person over and looked closely and saw that he was actually a young girl with good figure.

It’s a pity that at this time, the person was lying on the ground, with a large pool of blood under his body. Although there were still some slight ups and downs on his chest, he saw that it was no longer possible. Wang Yue squatted down and reached out to press the girl’s neck. However, when he fell from the car, his neck bone was half broken. It was a miracle to be able to survive until now.

The girl was wearing a black windbreaker, with a breast enlarged and a slender waist, and lay on the ground with her back facing the sky. She could vaguely see a touch of delicateness on her chest.

Judging from his figure and age, he should still be a person who is in school.

Moreover, Wang Yue also found that on the inside of the girl's torn windbreaker, there was a silver-white harp-shaped brooch, and the patterns and patterns on it also seemed familiar.

I held it in my hand, put it under my nose and smelled it, and there was a faint smell of lavender.

"I should have seen this type of brooch in Old Tom's store once before. It doesn't seem to be a valuable thing...it seems to be a souvenir distributed somewhere..."

He stood up and looked at the body under his feet. Wang Yue looked up and saw that someone was talking not far away. He knew that the sound of the crash just now was too loud, which woke up the nearby residents. Maybe someone had called the police now.

I didn't stop at the moment, and I stretched my body and left quickly.

Although there are already monitors and other things in this year, due to technological level and cost, it has not yet developed to the point where it can be applied to the streets and alleys of the entire city. No one has witnessed it with his own eyes, so it is naturally impossible to see what he did on the scene.

Besides, the various situations at the scene looked like a car accident. Even if someone would question the driver's justice, Wang Yue also believed that no one would be able to find him in a short period of time.

In the next two days, Wang Yue walked to the fighting club to practice "Cross Hands" every day. Patton saw that although he was "not very talented", he was hardworking and although some movements were still not satisfactory, he gradually showed some of the styles in Cross Hands. So he took advantage of the opportunity before he went to the headquarters and found some time every day to teach Wang Yue some movements and breathing skills, and then left by himself without any questions.

After these two days of practice, Wang Yue's understanding of the movements in his mind became more and more profound. He could gradually control the output of power, so he would not be unable to control it as he did that night. However, he was hiding these changes from Patton. In his body, he was the soul of the former Nine-level Immortal Master of the Federation. After countless experiences, he certainly knew the importance of low-key behavior when power could not protect himself.

According to Patton, although the Secret Cross Hand is just an introductory skill for formal students to practice, it will take one month to achieve results if you want to practice as fast as possible, and the increase in physical strength and strength is far from his current level.

The rafters that stood out were rotten first. Now Wang Yue only hopes to practice fighting skills quietly without interruption, in order to restore his mental power as quickly as possible.

Compared to fighting skills, he is actually more accustomed to using the power of his spirit.
Chapter completed!