Chapter 73: The army blocks the way (first update please give me a monthly vote)

Although Bai Ze is now a master of boxing skills, he has killed Hou San, a master of monkey boxing, on Mount Emei before, and killed several evil gangsters in anger.

But for those who break into the lair of the underworld like tonight, kill people like grass and ignore them along the way, and then catch people and kill people like ancient raids to eliminate evil, they still dare not even think about it in today's society.

However, once the matter was done, Bai Ze felt proud and a feeling of joy surged.

The pasture of Humpback Basan occupied almost half of the entire Muma Mountain slope, and the area was naturally very large. After Bai Ze jumped downstairs, he carried Jobson and flipped over the wire mesh in a few steps. He gathered his mind along the way and kept paying attention to all changes under his feet and outside his body.

The result was very unexpected. When he got out of the forest and climbed over the outside wall, a harsh alarm sounded inside the entire ranch, and it was late.

"Is it just coming out like this?" Standing on the ground behind the wall, Bai Ze looked back, but even he felt a little incredible. How could he leave so easily?

You should know that although he had only three moves and two moves in the fight between Doga's old lama, the physical strength and energy consumed between life and death were the largest ever. He thought that if he wanted to come out, he would fight all the way like Guan Erye passing five levels and killing six generals, but he didn't expect that these people's reaction was so slow.

It seemed that it was a group of mobs. As soon as the hunchbacked Basang died, the dragons had no heads, and immediately panicked and turned into a mess of sand. He didn't stop at the moment, but just grabbed Jobson and jumped into the mountains.

The Muma Villa behind him was brightly lit for a while and the crowds were filled with noises. I don’t know how many people panicked about this and were in a panic all day long. Bai Ze glanced at the right direction and walked quickly. A raindrop as big as a bean was scraped towards him, which fell on his head, but could not destroy the passion in his heart at this moment.

I wear an iron sword and kill people when I get angry. I cut my thighs and drink, chatting and laughing, ghosts and gods are shocked. I want to learn from the ancient style and regain my heroic spirit. My reputation is the same as dirt, and those who disdain to be kind are ridiculed... This is the true heroic spirit of a martial artist, and those who practice boxing should do this.

Bai Ze took steps like flying, his qi and blood surged. In the darkness, it seemed that his whole mind and spirit had already passed through the barriers of time and space, overlapping his body and mind with the rangers who "killed one person in ten steps and did not leave a thousand miles" thousands of years ago.

"At that time, the Grand Historian wrote the Spring and Autumn Period, and specially wrote biography for the Zhu family, the monks, the monks, the monks, and the monks, saying that the person 'will be trusted, the actions must be fulfilled, and he has promised and will not love his body...' As a commoner, what I do today is all about my original heart. Although I kill people like numb, I feel indescribable pleasure in my heart."

Everyone has chivalrous spirit. Even "people" like Wang Jingwei wrote poems such as "Sing generously in Yanshi, calmly as a prisoner of Chu. He led his sword to become a quick man and lived up to his youth." This made him famous for a while. What's more, he was a person like him who practiced boxing since childhood and was born with a proud heart.

If it were the past, it would have been fine. Now that he had blood on his hands and had more than 20 lives on his body, Bai Ze was like moving to several mountains on his back, and he suddenly "live".

From the inside out, from the small to the world, to the big to the spirit of boxing, all have changed drastically from the past.

And this kind of change is extremely rare nowadays when it is peacefully developing, both at home and abroad.

"Bang" An hour later, Bai Ze circled a big circle from the top and down halfway up the mountain, and then found the Buick business car he drove by on the side of the road when he was here, and threw Jobson into the car as soon as he reached out.

It is already two in the middle of the night.... Although there are not many pedestrians on the road and it is still raining heavily, the more electronic eyes they go to the city, he has covered his face, covered in blood, and is carrying a living person in his hand. If there is no car to carry it, it will definitely cause an uproar.

In particular, Jobson is still a foreigner with a legitimate name and "legal" status. His domestic policies for such people are at least very favorable on the surface. Once the relevant handling is not in place, it involves diplomatic relations, which is very troublesome.

"Ah... it's useless for you to arrest me. I'm diplomatic immunity unless you kill me privately. But I think... Since you have tried so much and brought me out, you will definitely not kill me, right?"

His body fell heavily on the seat, and Jobson, who had almost been stiff all over, suddenly moaned. As soon as his neck twisted, he made a series of staggered joints, like a machine that had not been running for a long time, and the gears were rusted. Then he suddenly leaned his upper body and could speak quickly without using Bai Ze's fingers to clamp it. It can be seen that these agents have very good physical constitutions.

"That's not necessarily. There's never any reason for me to kill." Bai Ze sat in the front driver's seat, and did not start the engine immediately, nor did he look back immediately. He seemed to have expected Jobson to wake up long ago: "And, aren't you usually carrying poison on your body? On your collar? Or porcelain teeth? Or the ring on your hand? If you don't die, there will naturally be someone else to deal with you."

"As long as you don't kill me on the spot, I will not die and take poison and commit suicide. That is something that only fools do." Although Jobson looked bitter and his body was still numb and sore, he could only support half of his body, but he didn't feel worried when he spoke: "In addition, can you tell me who you are? Judging from your killing looks and methods, it should not be trained by your official country, and you don't kill me. Do you want to send me to the police station? The training I received includes all means to fight the trial. As long as I can survive three days, our people will negotiate through diplomatic channels. When I return to China, you will not benefit from it. Instead, you will be investigated by a series of secret investigations. Why not let me go now. I have a foreign trade company here, with a market value of about 80 million, and I can give it to you all."

"And I promise that as long as you let me go, I will leave China tomorrow and never come back. It is terrible to have someone like you in this country."

"Would you give this person to Sun Mingguang, or call Mogao Grottoes?" Without Jobson's words behind him and promised to buy them for a lot of money, Bai Ze always ignored it. He leaned on the chair and slowly adjusted his breathing. After resting for 17 or 18 minutes, he recovered some physical strength and energy.

When Jobson was left not to kill him, he instinctively wanted to hand over this person to "up" and if he could find something out from his mouth, it would naturally be beneficial to the country and the people, and it would be much more useful than killing him. But at this time, he got in the car and was worried about who he gave him to.

Logically speaking, Sun Mingguang is closest to him and has been observing the hunchbacked Basang for a long time. It is most convenient to give him the person. But the first night between Bai Ze and Sun Mingguang was still very unhappy, and beat him almost to the point of being disabled. Now he is sent to the door, and Bai Ze can't even erase this face.

Mogao Grottoes itself are also very strange. Although they have another identity, they hang a department sign of the "Health Committee" in front of the unit. They act mysteriously. Although Bai Ze has his business card and phone number, he has always felt a little repulsive to him.

It seems that out of instinct, I am unwilling to interact with these people too deeply.

However, these people have some relationship with Mu Dao Ren, so he would not doubt anything.

"Okay, don't talk so much nonsense"

Bai Ze frowned, reached out and pressed Jobson's carotid artery, causing him to faint. He finally became more quiet in his ears. Then he didn't want to think too much, so he started the engine and kicked the accelerator violently, and the car rushed to the asphalt road from the bushes.

At this time, the wound on his left shoulder had been eroded by rain and turned a little white. He felt a little like a woody feeling when he touched. Although the wound was not deep, he had to deal with it in time. Although martial arts practitioners often were injured, they paid more attention to their physical care. Otherwise, over time, the injuries were even more injured, and some secret injuries would always remain.

In addition, Bai Ze's head was also dizzy and hot. The last move of the old Lama Doga's true words lion roar made him churn his blood and his eyes were filled with stars. Although it seemed nothing serious outside, it actually hurt his inner self.

From the eardrums of both ears and eardrums to the internal organs, they are still suffering from vague pain.

But at this time, he didn't have time to check and cultivate carefully, so he had to drive the car back to the city before talking.

Although they killed the hunchbacked Basan, they were not found. They were getting farther and farther away from Muma Villa, Bai Ze thought of the mother and daughter who had not had time to find them, and they couldn't help but bit their teeth and crunch them, with a cold light in their eyes. He wished he could turn back and kill them.

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"After all, I'm young and have insufficient experience. Otherwise, if you plan and then act, you should rescue the person first."

The confession he received was not locked up here, but was secretly hidden in a place in the mountains along with other groups of women. Bai Ze was originally unfamiliar with Chengdu, but even in the middle of the night, he was determined to look for it, but he could not find it, so he had to find another way.

Bai Ze curled his mouth and couldn't help but feel a little depressed. He just thought about his own lessons about this matter. The fundamental reason was that his boxing skills were not strong enough. Otherwise, he would be as capable as a Mu Taoist. No matter what he did, he would just break in and kill and catch. How many guns and cannons should be bitten by mosquitoes, and he would naturally be able to confess and save people from water and fire.

Not as troublesome as it is now.

As soon as he drove off the wooden horse, he saw two military vehicles parked neatly on both sides of the road ahead. As soon as he was shocked, a completely black military jeep suddenly blocked the window and crossed the middle of the road. Bai Ze frowned, saying that Sun Mingguang was not giving up, and transferred the people from the armed police brigade to wait for him here, and suddenly felt fierce.

The brake stopped and was about to take action when the lights on the jeep opposite suddenly flashed twice. As soon as the door opened, a lieutenant colonel officer wearing a military uniform and carrying "two bars and two stars" on his shoulders.

Thank you for your support. The plot of Lao Lubai entering Muma Mountain to kill people at night has finally ended in this chapter. Bai Ze also learned from it. In the following plot, Bai Ze...

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