Three hours later, it was nearly late at night.

The S13 Wujian Expressway was blocked, and it was closed for 56 kilometers! Both front and back!

The bus where Guo Lu's tour group is located has become an island, the front and rear cars have been guided away, and the follow-up cars at both ends have been led to other ways, only they, not only have not moved an inch, but even the overnight, outing, eating, resting, all need to be controlled and supplied by the armed police, or monitored to the side to solve, and in a large circle outside of this, there are more than double the number of armed armed police, surrounded by layers.

But Guo Lu could feel that the external forces were far more than that, and as time went by, it seemed that there were snipers who arrived at the sniper points in the surrounding areas one after another, faintly, bringing him great threat and pressure.

Similarly, with the passage of time, the positioning of the people in the car has also changed dramatically unconsciously.

With the capacity of state institutions, can a person really be wrong?

Even if you make mistakes at the beginning, will you make mistakes again and again?

The number of armed police outside the car has increased from four platoons to at least one battalion in three hours!

There are more than 500 people in one battalion!

What kind of people are worthy of more than 500 armed police officers with armed weapons waiting to defend them day and night?

How high should his danger level be?

After thinking about this, no one on the bus dared to continue to treat him as a fool, oh, no, there was one last one left, and there was still this big grin, Yan Hongyan, the guide who could be called a "female fighter", still dared to shout at him, fool come, fool go:

"Hey, idiot, how old are you?"

"Sixteen years old."

"Wow, that's 16?"

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"Hey, idiot, is there really a computer keyboard in the air you're playing with?"

"Hmm."

"Can you play with me?"

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"Hey, idiot, did you really kidnap a policewoman?"

"Nope."

"Isn't she pretty?"

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"Hey, fool, do you think I was heroic just now?"

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"Hey, idiot, are you the man in the mask?"

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"Hey, fool, talk!"

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At the same time.

Not far to the east of the S13 Wujian Highway, in a cemetery where all local personnel had been forcibly cleared, a helicopter gunship flew in with the sound of a gust of wind stirring violently.

With the addition of this one, there are already three on this small concrete floor.

As soon as the door opened, a thin man in his fifties came down in the whistling whirlwind, and it was a little strange that there was a huge black iron box like a water tank behind him. This thing is probably very heavy, because the moment it slid down, it rolled the edge of the steel plate at the door of the helicopter into an obvious curved arc, but before it fell to the ground, it was sucked into the hand of the thin man.

Yes, sucked on the hand.

As if he was holding a basketball with his backhand, his hand hung down and was sticking to it, and the box hung three inches in the air, following him as if nothing was there.

At this time, as soon as the door of a warehouse on the other side of the clearing opened, two figures strode out, one short and stout, over half a hundred years old, and the other obese, about thirty years old.

"Hahahahahaha, Lao Huang, I haven't seen you for a long time......"

"Hello, Captain Yellow Tapir!"

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1 a.m.

Ordinary people should be asleep, and they should be in the weakest state of human function, but Guo Lu is still sitting in the corner, constantly reciting the "Wumen Prayer Sutra", just closing his eyes, as if he has fallen asleep.

Then his eyes opened again.

Because suddenly two people came in front of him, quietly.

One is naturally a strong man, and the other is still the old man.

In the dark, seeing that he opened his eyes, the strong man immediately smiled, and then, as if he was sure that he would not resist, before he said hello in advance, he took out a black cloth bag and wrapped his head.

"Come with us."

Just frowning, Guo Lu let him pull himself up and obediently walked between the two of them. Then, without alarming anyone in the car, they left the bus and walked around the ground for a while.

With each step, he was surrounded by a large number of armed policemen in the shape of flower petals, surrounding him in the center.

It seems that in order to interfere with his sense of direction as much as possible, the trajectory of the march has been changing, and it seems to be to form a psychological deterrent to him, so the countless muzzles of the guns have never left his head for a moment, so the continuous footsteps have not been stepped on like a tidal tide for a moment.

But Guo Lu secretly laughed at this.

It wasn't until he chanted so many times that the mana in his body spontaneously changed, and he didn't understand what kind of control method the "soul control body" of the "Wumen Prayer Sutra" was.

To use an analogy, let's just say that he is a ball of water. Water is invisible, so it can change into thousands of forms, such as clouds, rime, snowflakes, ice edges, or raindrops...... He had no mana before, but he didn't know any application methods, so although all aspects of his body's abilities had been greatly improved, they were not under his control, and they could not be hidden, stored, fine-tuned, or transformed.

However, at this time, he wanted this water to become, and it could become anything, along with his own qi, breath, temperament, as well as the so-called "visual impression" and "auditory residue", which could be reduced, extinguished, hidden or changed accordingly.

And with the increase in the number of recitations, this ability of fine control will become more and more delicate and exquisite.

Lao Tzu turned it gone, see how you guys check?!

Hey!

A group of scumbags, if you don't give you a long memory, I'm afraid you really don't know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is!

At this moment, you think that if you put a layer of cloth bag on me, I don't know the direction and the east and the west, right?

Tell you, your uncle, my master, I can almost echolocate now! Your numbers, the distribution of your people, the trajectory of your walking...... No matter how it is arranged, it has been! Pass through! All! Not! Use! Finish!

There's nothing to hide!

Hum!

That's it?

It's also a cloth bag!

Why don't you put a layer of black stockings on me?!

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The strong man and the old man walked separately from Guo Luzhi, one of them to take care of one side, not only to guide him, but also to monitor him, restrain him, and prevent him from escaping.

Although by now, the two of them have almost no worries, and they are even 100% sure, but listening to this laughter, the two can't help but glance at each other.

Completely scratching your head.

This kid is stupid, isn't he?

Nima was pointed at hundreds of guns, and she could still laugh!

The strong man scratched his scalp, and the old man scratched his cheek.

Almost at the same time, a ridiculous speculation arose that they wanted to cut people: didn't it? You wouldn't have made such a big formation, and you would be a fool if you caught it, right?

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