The guy who took out the gun was also considered a veteran. The security in Thailand has always been mediocre. Those who work in this industry have a lot of opportunities to use guns. They even use guns frequently in daily life, so even Bailang can be killed in the blink of an eye.
Four people, the guy who took out the gun had already taken out the gun before he could be nervous, and opened fire roughly at Bai Lang. The distance was very close at this time, and there was no need to aim accurately - maybe the man was just trying to hold Bai Lang back.
You can escape by yourself.
In short, this man was retreating while shooting.
Bailang mobilized the internal power of his golden bell, and within these three to five meters, it was indeed impossible for a person accustomed to using a pistol to fly away - the space was limited, and naturally there was no large-scale space for Bailang to dodge. The key was
The time it took him to kill the three people was enough for the guy to open fire. When Bailang pounced on the guy, the guy fired four shots, one of which missed, but the other three shots hit Bailang.
Two shots hit Bai Lang's left arm guarding the front, and one shot hit the shoulder. Bai Lang also truly experienced the power of the golden bell - what type of gun was this man holding? Bai Lang couldn't recognize it for a while.
, it looked small and exquisite, but when the warhead hit him at this distance, Bailang did feel the impact and pain. The warhead broke his skin and penetrated part of his muscles, but it was firmly
It was stuck about three centimeters deep in the muscle. One of the two bullets that hit the arm hit the bone and was simply stuck on the bone.
The same was true for the shot on the shoulder. The bullet was stuck in the bone and could not penetrate. There was not much blood, and the wound squeezed the bullet. The pain stimulated Bai Lang, and the injured tiger was even more deadly.
, this man had no time to fire his fifth shot, because Bailang had already rushed in front of him with a bloody smell - not only the blood that flowed out from his body, but also the killing of the three people on the sofa.
stained with blood.
This time, Bailang's palm slapped forward from top to bottom. Naturally, this palm also has a name. In traditional martial arts, it is called the "Big Monument Slammer", which can be regarded as an extremely fierce technique. And this is indeed the case.
, the result of this slap was that this guy's entire upper body seemed to have been hit by a big stone tablet, and it was immediately broken... At this time, Bailang stopped, slowly regained his breath, and his muscles
It vibrates slightly under the movement of internal force, squeezes out the stuck warhead and drops it to the ground.
The footsteps stopped in front of the huddled last survivor. Bai Lang looked at this person with a half-smile, "I recognize you, but I didn't expect you to be the person in charge this time?" Bai Lang had indeed seen the person in front of him.
He was running around the group's senior staff, and sometimes he had a condescending attitude towards professional boxers like them. However, now this man was shivering in front of Bailang, still mumbling something.
The accent was so thick that Bai Lang could hardly understand it, but the words on the left and right were just various words of begging for mercy, and Bai Lang didn't say much. He grabbed the man with a fishy wind in his right hand and directly crushed the man's cervical vertebrae and severed him.
His nerves caused this guy to die very quickly. "It didn't take much time to begin with, but there were sounds from when I opened the window, plus gunshots, no matter how bad the security in Thailand was and how corrupt the police were, probably
It'll be here in about twenty minutes. It's time to leave."
Bailang hesitated for a while between the pistols, "Do you want to bring a gun?" As for the clothes on his body, he could change them in time, after all, they were stained with blood. In the end, Bailang washed his hands and changed into a set of clean clothes.
A small pistol that he finally recognized was put into his bag and taken away. "It's quite fashionable. It's actually a Walter PPK. No wonder the bullets have limited power..." The gun was small and exquisite, and Bailang took it away at the same time.
Most of the bullets he found.
Bai Lang walked out of the room door - none of the neighbors dared to stick their heads out to see, so Bai Lang easily went downstairs and left quickly from the front door of the house. At this time, the police had not arrived yet. Do you want to continue?
Kill those who ordered the hunt? Let’s talk about this Bailang later.
In fact, what he didn't know was that this pistol was far more powerful than he imagined. Even though it was a small and exquisite pistol, it still fired 7.65mm pistol bullets, but its stopping effect on unarmored targets was very strong. "Palm Thunder"
"That's the nickname of this gun. And he can make the bullet jam, which shows that the power of the golden bell is close to that of a bulletproof vest. Bai Lang's kung fu is indeed the best in this world.
Six people died, which is considered a big case even in Thailand. However, they couldn't catch Bai Lang at all. Even now, they don't even know what Bai Lang looks like - they can't even issue a wanted order. People like Bai Lang,
After practicing Qinggong, he can run hundreds of miles overnight, and Thailand's low level of social control allows Bailang to take public transportation as he pleases. On the morning of the third day, Bailang has arrived in Bangkok, the largest city in Thailand.
"You should be able to find a way to sneak across here - but where?"
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't smuggle in. You can also practice martial arts here. As for money, you can just go to those who do illegal business." Bai Lang thought. He quite liked the atmosphere of life here. Generally speaking, Thailand
It feels better to him than Japan.
After practicing martial arts to this level, it is already difficult to make progress in this world. The next step in practice is just to constantly hone your boxing skills and strive to be able to innovate under the current situation. At least the proficiency must be practiced to the limit.
, turning the luck method of practicing the Golden Bell Shield into instinct, and turning it into the Thirty-two Ways of Changquan in daily walking, sitting and lying, and strive to practice martial arts without showing off on weekdays.
Because apart from this, Bailang can't think of anything else to do - of course he can eat, drink and have fun in this world and waste the rest of his time. In this case, it will be difficult to travel back through time. Maybe he won't meet a master who wants to kill him at will.
His life? In short, if there comes a day when he feels that he has not tried his best, he will not be willing to die even if he wants to. What's more, Bailang doesn't want to die at all.
Then hide in Thailand. According to the standards of Southeast Asian countries, he is as stable as a rock here. "That gambling group probably won't come to me unless they want to die - not to mention that I don't underestimate them. I'm afraid it's almost impossible for them to find me."
Impossible." The police in this place only have this ability, let alone brothers. In this way, Bailang settled down in Bangkok, and he also went to the temple to hang out after practicing on weekdays. "The body is training to be the first in the golden bell shield.
It seems that he stopped growing after the pass?" After practicing martial arts to this level, Bai Lang has made great progress in mastering the subtleties of his body.
Bailang thought about this situation and felt it was quite normal - the voice probably didn't expect the holder to die looking for things after a few times...