The Altai falcon, which has been trained for many years, is also very good, an eagle's cry, at the last moment, it spreads its wings and makes a sharp stop in the air, grabs two flying knives left and right with both claws, and the eagle's beak pecks sharply to block a flying knife, but the fourth flying knife is inserted into the Altai falcon's wings, causing it to let out a mournful roar, and a dark brown feather falls from the sky. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing that he didn't kill the Altai Falcon, Lin An stretched out his hand and pulled out four flying knives again, the falcon is the eye of the other party in the sky, and it will be safer to kill it, but before Lin An can shoot again, the ascetic who drove the snake before shouted and threw the snake staff in his hand at Lin An like a javelin.

But seeing that after the ascetic threw the snake staff, he changed the seal in his hand, and recited a spell in his mouth, Lin An didn't dare to be careless, turned around and ran, and another ascetic had already chased after him.

Looking at the flying snake staff out of the corner of his eye, Lin An was suddenly shocked, the snake staff in the air actually came to life, with a big mouth open, and the sharp fangs looked terrifying, it turned out that the snake staff turned out to be a living king cobra, what the hell is this?

Lin An remembered the instructions on the note, took out a package of special realgar powder, and threw it at the cobra "snake staff" with a hidden weapon, and a bang hit the snake's head, and the yellow powder formed a yellow mist, and the screaming cobra fell to the ground and rolled over, and the black-clothed warriors who surrounded him were in a mess, and many people rubbed their eyes and screamed, thinking that it was some poison.

In another place, the leader of the black-clothed warriors had already saved the Altai Falcon, Lin An saw that the opportunity had been lost, and he turned around and ran away unwillingly, Lin An had been gradually forced out of the anger by this group of Indians who were chasing relentlessly, and it was the first time he was so embarrassed.

Lin Anxin was indignant, and reached out to take out the last bag on his waist, manpower is sometimes poor, and the pursuit of three days and three nights has made him a little exhausted, no matter how great his ability is, he can't help the siege and killing of many people.

took out the note from the bag and saw the handwriting on it, Lin An, who was usually always expressionless, actually smiled.

There were only eight words on the note: "Load into the fog, counterattack and kill!"

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"What's that?" said an alert black-clothed warrior as he looked at the mist in the distance, frowning and wondering.

"Don't make a fuss, it's just the fog, quick, keep chasing, he wants to escape by the fog!" shouted the masked black-clad samurai with the Altai Falcon.

Hundreds of people and two ascetics just buried their heads in pursuit, not noticing that Lin An had quietly changed into a black chemical protective suit, and also put on a glass helmet on his head, only to see him bury his head into the mist.

An ascetic chased into the mist, saw Lin An standing in place resting, thought he was exhausted, and looked carefully at the strange clothes on his body and couldn't help but be stunned, what was the glass cover on the other party's head for?

The ascetic was stunned, Lin An turned around and ran again, the ascetic shouted, issued a secret signal for his companions, guiding Lin An to escape in the direction, and hundreds of people entered the fog and chased after him.

Without warning, without warning, a black-clothed warrior convulsed and fell into the mist, the Altai falcon with a wing injury on his arm tried to fly into the sky, but then fell to the ground, fluttering and struggling for a while and then silent, and then one after another black-clothed warriors fell, because of the fog, many black-clothed warriors thought that their companions were attacked by Lin An.

One of the dizzy ascetics finally sensed that something was wrong, the mist was poisonous! Before he could shout a warning to his companion, Lin Jianqi slapped him to the ground.

More and more black-clothed warriors fell, and everyone noticed that something was wrong, but they were already deep in the fog and couldn't find a way out, so the clever black-clothed man soaked his mouth and nose with urine and scattered in all directions, trying to escape from the poisonous fog.

Urine can be detoxified, but not all poison can be cured, in the end, the black-clothed warrior was still unwilling to fall on the road, another ascetic bit off one of his fingers, as if using some kind of secret technique, the speed of his body soared suddenly, and he grabbed Lin An's shoulder, but Lin An shrunk his head and slapped his backhand, and the weak ascetic then fell to the ground.

Hundreds of black-clothed warriors and two ascetics were all wiped out, a gust of wind blew, Lin An glanced at the black-clothed warriors everywhere, and secretly frightened, these people may not be his opponents when they fight alone, but as long as ten people are on it together, he is also overwhelmed by parrying, and he was easily killed by a fog.

Where did this poisonous fog come from? Lin Anxin sighed at Lin Jianqi's clever calculation, these people did not die in his hands, but were counted by Lin Jianqi for life and death, and it was really like what was said in the ancient book, strategizing and winning a decisive victory thousands of miles away.

Lin An originally wanted to find the source of the fog, but thinking of Lin Jianqi's advice to let him achieve the purpose of this trip, he would return to Hong Kong quickly, Lin An naturally did not dare to disobey Lin Jianqi's order, Lin Jianqi had always had no last resort, he didn't want to cause an accident to himself because of his curiosity.

What Lin An didn't know was that as soon as he boarded the plane, a major event happened in India that shocked the world again.

In 1969, Union Carbide Corporation of the United States established Union Carbide (India) Co., Ltd. in the northern suburbs of Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh, India, specializing in the production of insecticides such as ditricarb and carbaryl. The chemical raw material for these products is a highly toxic gas called methyl isocyanate (MIC).

In the early hours of December 3, 1985, an explosion occurred in the steel tank where the factory stored liquid methyl isocyanate, and 40 tons of toxic gas leaked.

In the first three days after the gas leak, 4,000 people died in Bhopal, but the death toll has actually exceeded 8,000, because the local government is also trying to help Union Carbide cover up the truth, and they do not yet know how serious the consequences of the gas leak will be.

In another space, the Bhopal gas spill has caused more than 550,000 deaths from lung cancer, kidney failure, liver disease and other diseases related to chemical poisoning, more than 200,000 Bhopal residents are permanently disabled, and the cancer rate and child mortality rate of local residents are much higher than other cities in India, making it one of the worst industrial disasters in human history, bringing more than 800,000 casualties to India.

Paper can't contain the fire, although the public data of the Indian political axe shows that 4,000 people died, but it also shocked many Indians, many Shiva believers believe that this is the calamity caused by Indira's anger to the gods, the "Times of India" sent reporter Kamini to Hong Kong, through the officials of the Indian Consulate in Hong Kong, to interview Lin Jianqi at Villa 7 Big Wave Bay Road.

Upon learning of the Bhopal gas leak, Lin Jianqi, who was interviewed alone, first asked about the number of deaths, and Indian female reporter Kamini did not dare to hide it and bluntly told that the death toll was as high as 4,000.

"If it is not purified, there will be two hundredfold casualties. Lin Jianqi sighed.

"Two hundred!?" Camini's eyes widened instantly.

Two hundred times the number of 4,000 people is 800,000 people, and their country, India, will suffer 800,000 casualties? That's 800,000 lives, Camini shuddered at the thought of this terrible consequence, and the pen in her hand fell to the ground. (To be continued.) )