Wang Yong's ears twitched, discerning the direction of Xu Zi'an's escape, and then rushed out of the door.

Sprinting in the alley where left and right turns, reaching out and climbing from time to time, like an ape jumping over a low fence and appearing directly at another bend.

Soon, Wang Yong saw Xu Zi'an running away.

This is the last section of the street, not like the previous twists and turns, but straight to the bustling Chengnan Street.

The streets are full of cars, and there are many people who have just eaten and walked for a walk.

If Xu Zi'an escapes to the street, Wang Yong will have no chance to kill Xu Zi'an.

"Xu Zi'an, where are you going!" Wang Yong suddenly shouted.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a large group of breath burst out, like a Buddhist lion's roar, and even a faint white gas could be seen, piercing the air like a sword.

It's another use of dark energy, but it's just for sound.

The amplified sound rumbled and rolled in the air, and it was instantly transmitted to Xu Zi'an's ears.

Xu Zi'an's hurried pace of running suddenly stagnated, as if he was drunk, stumbled under his feet, and fell to the ground.

There is an upper limit to the number of sound decibels that the human ear can accept, and when that upper limit is exceeded, the vestibule of the inner ear, which is responsible for the balance of the body, will lose its function and affect the person's walking and standing.

Strenuous movements such as running are even more difficult to maintain, so Xu Zi'an fell.

It's just that the effect is limited, Xu Zi'an immediately stood up, looked at the flow of people in front of him, and ran away as soon as he gritted his teeth.

It's less than twenty meters from the street, and he can survive as long as he runs through these twenty meters!

Of course, Wang Yong also knew this, but he was still a little far away from Xu Zi'an, and it was too late to catch up.

In a hurry, I suddenly saw a string of wind chimes hanging on the wall next to me, and a half-meter-long copper pipe was inserted into the wall, and the wind chimes swayed with the wind, making a pleasant sound of ding dong dong.

Click, Wang Yong stretched out his hand and pulled out the wind chime, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one against Xu Zi'an's back.

Sou!

Like a bow and arrow, Wang Yong's body bent into an extremely curved bow, and the power suddenly burst out, and the wind chimes flew forward like a meteor.

The air blew through the copper pipe and whimpered, but the several wind chimes hanging on the copper pipe seemed to be still, without a sound, until a pop penetrated Xu Zi'an's body, and then the wind chimes jingled again.

"Hmm!" Xu Zi'an snorted, and the whole person was driven by the huge force thrown by Wang Yong and rushed forward.

He fell to the corner of the street with a pop, a string of wind chimes swaying on his back shoulder blades, and a stream of blood oozed out and stained the nearest bell red.

Xu Zi'an used his hands and feet together, like a victim who climbed out of the mine, moving towards the south street of the city little by little.

While crawling back, he shouted, "Help!

When a few people who were walking heard the shouts, they immediately gathered around, but they all stood and did not dare to do anything to help.

What if it was a porcelain touch? What if it was sent to the hospital and blackmailed?

Wang Yong watched this scene from afar, and a look of pity flashed in his eyes.

He was only one step away from killing Xu Zi'an, but he didn't expect this kid to have such a strong will to survive, and at the last moment, he crawled to the corner of the street in severe pain, and deliberately attracted a group of onlookers.

In front of everyone's eyes, how dare Wang Yong kill people? He could only shake his head helplessly, turn around and disappear into the night.

At this time, Xu Zi'an was lying on the ground looking behind him, and when he saw Wang Yong's figure disappear, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Today, this fate is saved. He never thought that Wang Yong would be so terrifying, and the four men with guns failed to block his move, and he was beaten by Wang Yong in an instant.

And the reinforcements Wei Jin who called was even more unbearable, blowing very badly, but he didn't even make ten moves under Wang Yong's hands. Is this still the Wang Yong who was beaten by Yao Xingyuan?

It's only been a few days, how can Wang Yong not only recover from his injuries, but also increase his strength?

Xu Zi'an couldn't figure it out.

But now it doesn't matter if he can figure it out, the important thing is that he has written down this hatred. Sooner or later, one day he will flay Wang Yong alive, making his death unbearable, and even trembling when he thinks of Xu Zi'an.

"Sir, do you need help?" Finally, someone came forward and asked Xu Zi'an.

But the strong killing intent in Xu Zi'an's eyes startled the man into taking a few steps back.

Xu Zi'an took out his wallet from his pocket with difficulty and threw out a wad of money inside.

"Take me to the hospital, all this money is yours. ”

Stimulated by money and confirmed that Xu Zi'an did not touch porcelain on purpose, people carried Xu Zi'an into the car and sent him to the hospital.

The white quiet residence of the street.

As soon as Wang Yong returned to the courtyard, he smelled a strong smell of blood filling the air, as if he had entered a slaughterhouse.

Wang Yong frowned, obviously he didn't have such a heavy blood before leaving.

Several of Xu Zi'an's subordinates, Wang Yong, did not kill him, although Wei Jin died, but he was injured internally, so the smell of blood was not so heavy.

What's going on?

And there was no trace of Bai Jing at the scene.

When he entered the house, Wang Yong was stunned by the scene in front of him.

I saw that Bai Jing was holding a gun to replenish bullets on the bodies of several people who were not dead, and several people who originally had some breath of life suddenly had a convulsion in their bodies and died completely.

Blood flowed all over the house, and Bai Jing's clothes were splashed with blood, looking terrifying.

"What are you doing?" asked Wang Yong in amazement.

Bai Jing turned around and saw that it was Wang Yong, so the vigilance faded and replied: "These people are staying in trouble, since you can't do it, then I'll come." Killing one person is killing, and killing ten people is also killing. We can't wait for them to be discovered by the police and expose our identities, right?"

Wang Yong frowned instinctively, although he felt that Bai Jing was cruel in doing this, but he couldn't say anything accusatory. After all, Bai Jing is also for his good.

Bai Jing walked around with the gun and confirmed that there was no one alive. Then he threw the gun on the ground, took out a few cards from the drawer and put them in his pocket, and walked out of the house.

"Throw the big man's body into the house, too. Bai Jing said to Wang Yong.

"Do you want to create a scene of black and astringent fighting?" Wang Yong immediately understood Bai Jing's thoughts.

Wei Jin is a well-known gangster in Su City, if he dies here, plus so many guns, the police will definitely investigate in the direction of the Black Society.

"Yes. Bai Jing said, and struggled to bring out a barrel of gasoline from the side room.

Sprinkled into the house little by little, and after Wang Yong threw Wei Jin's body into the room, Bai Jing took out a lighter, carefully lit a rag, and threw it in.

Rumble!

As soon as the rag touched the gasoline, a foot-high flame erupted, and the flames instantly ignited the gasoline spilled throughout the room, and the fire lines spread out one after another, engulfing the entire house.

Several of the corpses in the flames sat up from the ground as if they had been resurrected.

Wang Yong knew that this was just a normal physiological reaction. This situation is often encountered when the crematorium burns the remains of the deceased, and you will be scared when you see it for the first time, but you will get used to it when you see it more.

The flames were blazing, and the wooden house, which was already prone to fire, burned even faster when deliberately ignited.

There was a burning smell in the air, as well as a pungent smell of blood.

Wang Yong was stunned when he saw this scene, but it reminded him of a tragic scene he had seen in a certain area back then.

That time, as now, the flames burned countless corpses. The difference is that the body was burned from head to tail that time, and now it is burned after it is dead.

At that time, there was a conflict between two small and troubled countries, and the two sides fought fiercely, and one side even directly used napalm.

Napalm is a kind of bomb that burns solid gasoline to kill and kill, also called a pound bomb. It is an incendiary bomb that contains napalm and can emit a high-temperature flame when it explodes.

This thing is very vicious, and after exploding, it will form a layer of flames and sputter around, emitting a high temperature of about 1000 degrees, and can stick to people and burn for a long time.

The devastation after the napalm explosion was brutal. The napalm splashed on the body is like lard paste, viscous and burn-resistant. If a person uses his hands to slap the fire, the more he shoots, the bigger the fire, and if he rolls on the ground to extinguish the fire, he will get the whole body on fire. And once there is a lot of fire on the person, the people on the side should try to stay away from the person on fire, because the struggle of the person on fire is easy to throw the burning oil block on the person to form a secondary killing effect.

At that time, one-third of the people in that battle died on helping their comrades put out fires.

Looking at the battlefield afterwards, there was only a burned inhuman-shaped corpse left, even if Wang Yong was used to seeing dead people, he couldn't help but vomit on the spot.

And the leader of the small country that gave the order to launch a petrol bomb was still talking and laughing, proud of his masterpiece.

At that time, Wang Yong felt that the leader was too cold-blooded.

Bai Jing in front of him gave Wang Yong that feeling again after a few years.

The dead and wounded were calmly executed, and then they were set on fire. Wang Yong didn't expect this delicate-looking woman to do such a thing.

"Let's go, the fire is getting bigger, and the police will be there soon. Bai Jing looked at the fire and said lightly.

It seems that the person who has gone through iron and blood at this moment is not Wang Yong, but her.

Wang Yong retracted his thoughts, and the two walked out of the courtyard one after the other.

Deliberately shuttled through the alley, and went around a long way before going out of another alley and onto the street.

Bai Jing stood still at the intersection and said to Wang Yong: "Thank you for saving me today, I know, what is said to be the grace of the dripping water is too fake, and I have no ability to save you." But I'm still grateful to you. Let's leave it at that, I'll find a smuggler out of the country, in case today's things can't be contained, you just push it on me. Xu Zi'an probably won't be silent on his side, after all, he also has human life on his hands. ”

After experiencing life and death, Bai Jing is like a different person. Not only did he become bolder, but his thoughts also became cold and clear.

Wang Yong nodded and did not speak.

He didn't want to know which country Bai Jing was going to, let alone say anything polite about a smooth journey.

The two were originally two duckweed in the wind and rain, but they collided together by chance, and the root system became entangled. The entanglement is untied, or they are scattered, and they have nothing to do with each other.

This is life, this is cause and effect.

If it is tainted with "cause", it will bear "effect".