This time, Bai Ze "rushed to the crown and was angry" to sneak into the Muma Villa to kill the hunchback Basang, there is no doubt that it is an extremely dangerous thing, and the slightest carelessness may be exposed to being surrounded by people, holding random guns, and the end is worrying.

And counting, this is the second time he has broken into someone else's territory to kill someone, last time it was in Suixian, but it was just a few local gangsters, no matter how sneaked in, it was much simpler than this time.

However, then again, Bai Ze didn't really care about the danger in his heart, and he didn't think about the consequences. People who practice martial arts, in this era, are generally too much and too heavy, and they have to submit to their hearts and minds in everything they do, and they have too many scruples, so that in just a few decades, there are fewer and fewer masters in the domestic martial arts world.

Gradually, there are some signs of greenery. Even the kung fu of many sects has been lost unconsciously, and the things left by the older generation are becoming less and less valued.

With his surname, in the past and ancient times, if there was such a kung fu, he would have already made a hero to be a hero, and when the road was uneven, he drew a knife to help, but now if he doesn't want to have an accident and affect his family, then he can only suppress his mentality.

That's the reality. Otherwise, on average, they have to carry out a "strike hard" campaign once or twice a year, and they are all prepared for whomever they want, and apart from pornography, poison, and black, the most caught are the "stunned youths" who have practiced kung fu for a few days, are young and vigorous, and are black enough.

In this way, the net is cast every year, just like the old days of catching lice with a grate grate hair, stubble after stubble, ** naked experience in front of you, who dares to "blow up the thorns", so people who have the opportunity to practice boxing in these years, the first lesson of the entry, is basically the so-called "martial arts" education, the master is the face of the face, earnestly taught, afraid that the apprentice will go out into trouble.

As a result, the heart is kind-hearted, but this punch will have no taste and no courage when practiced again.

And those who have practiced boxing throughout the ages, as long as they become famous and have a family, almost without exception are all "tigers in their hearts", who do not cause trouble, are not afraid of things, do not suffer losses, and are not humiliated.

You can be angry, blood flows five steps, between talking and laughing, cutting off your head and drinking, you can also breeze and shine the moon, and walk away with your clothes.

Although there is a tiger in his heart, he often eats the taste of flesh and blood, but he does not delay his leisure time, sniffing roses and singing to the moon.

When encountering injustices, the eldest husband is happy to enmity and hatred, with a blood surname, and the prince is arrogant and arrogant, and how hearty and happy he is to act wantonly.

It's a pity that such people have gradually disappeared with the passage of time. However, after Bai Ze had an epiphany in the interrogation room, he now has such a bit of ancient heroic demeanor and momentum.

He is now meticulous in his fists, between his thoughts, his body is like electricity, if he doesn't make a move, he will kill people like mowing grass, compared to those rangers in the biography of Taishi Gong Rangers, but it is not bad.

The reason why he heard the news from Sun Mingguang this time immediately rose up, full of murderous intentions, and he didn't even kill overnight, so he entered the Muma Villa, in the final analysis, because he was young and vigorous, and the fire was too big, but there was no one less, this was originally the young man's natural surname, and he was overly depressed, but he went against his heart.

In addition, there is another important reason, that is, what Sun Mingguang thought before, the boxing method has reached the point where he is now, spiritual practice and enterprising are often more important than blind hard practice, although this matter is not all because of him, but the mother and daughter were captured by the hunchback Basang, but it has a direct relationship with him.

If you don't know, everything is in the dark, that's okay to say, but once you know, you absolutely can't tolerate it.

Otherwise, there will be unknown flaws in his heart, which will make him continue to have deviations and mistakes in his future practice.

So when he came in this time, the hunchbacked Basang was definitely going to die.

What's more, Bai Ze also firmly believes that what he did was right. Although he is not an immortal, and immortals cannot change everything that exists and eradicate all the injustices in the world, but saving one person is one, and at some point Bai Ze will not be stingy to play the role of a scavenger who "kills one person and saves a hundred".

In short, if you want to do it, you will do it, and you will talk about the rest.

As for how big the consequences of killing so many people on the ground in Chengdu will be, he didn't even think about it.

It's like a martial arts competition between martial artists, either you don't fight, and there will basically be no "good hands" when you fight, if you are still looking ahead and backward in your mind, you are afraid of wolves and tigers, and this person will definitely be killed in the ring.

"Mr. Jobson, you ought to say hello to me before you come, so that I have plenty of time to prepare. And it's really not the right time for you to come this time, I've been targeted by some people, and you can only embarrass me by doing this! ”

When Bai Ze came to the door, he heard someone talking inside, looked in through the crack in the door, and suddenly saw the scene in the reception room, a thick blanket covered the entire ground, and a richly decorated Tibetan sofa sat on the bed with a thin hunchback in his fifties.

It was the most notorious hunchbacked Basang in the entire central Sichuan region, who looked like an ordinary old herdsman, but who single-handedly controlled the upstream drug supply channels in several surrounding cities, and at least a few thousand people lived on him, openly and covertly, and his cunning and cruel methods for many years were daunting and chilling.

There were a few butter lamps with a milky smell on the low table next to it, so the room was still bright even though the power was out. You won't lose sight.

And behind these butter lamps sat cross-legged an old lama older than him, with half of his shoulders, draped in a yellow lama robe, one hand slowly turning the prayer cylinder, and old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. It looks like the "old people" who are being offered in some temples in Tibetan Province and have entered the last years of their lives.

Behind them, four middle-aged Tibetans with sturdy bodies and calloused palms stood in a row. On the waist and legs, there are two Tibetan knives, one long and one short.

Sitting across from them was a tall white man with a tall nose and a suit and gold-rimmed glasses. The white man had curly blond hair and a sharp look that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

"Your Excellency Basang, we are also old friends, and we have had several good cooperations, so I won't go around in circles with you. The reason why I want to visit you in the name of Master Doga this time is actually because of the matter you did today, and according to some information I have obtained, the He family is indeed going to attack you. Your existence is a potential danger to them. ”

Mr. Jobson in the mouth of this hunchbacked Basang actually spoke fluent Mandarin, "The He family of Bashu, how powerful the political power in your China is, I think Mr. Basang you also know, with your current strength, you can't compete at all." Therefore, I sincerely suggest that you officially join our team, and when the time comes, you will have the strong support of our country, whether it is guns or manpower, there will be a great replenishment. ”

"Moreover, you can also go back to Tibet to recruit like-minded people, and I will apply for you to go to a secret base in Afghanistan for military training for half a year, so that you will have more say!"

[***]！

These two words suddenly popped up in Bai Ze's head.

Suddenly people are outside, and blood rushes to the head. Although Bai Ze put all his attention on practicing boxing and martial arts, he seemed to be a little impersonal in the eyes of his classmates, introverted and withdrawn, but these are all superficial things, not fundamental. His grandfather immediately fought for more than ten years, and what he was most willing to tell Bai Ze about was the things of those years, so Bai Ze always felt the same way, and the most hated thing in his heart was the traitor of Han Annihilation.

In spite of the turbulent changes in the world now, peace is the main theme, and the enemies of the war era can now sit at the same table, get along amicably, and the great abundance of material life has caused many spiritual drains.

But a country is a country!

Bai Ze was born in the new era, grew up under the red flag, can keep pace with the times, and can understand some people's thoughts and practices, but some things have a bottom line and cannot be touched.

Otherwise, his punch would have been in vain.

"Damn, these people deserve to be killed!" In an instant, Bai Ze's heart was on fire, and the hand holding the knife was fiercely tight, "There are only seven people I can see here, four Tibetan bodyguards, an old lama, plus the hunchbacked Basang and the American, it will be solved at once, without making a sound, but it is also a little difficult." It's better to get two double-barreled shotguns just now, the bullets of that thing are all steel balls, after sawing off the barrel, although the range becomes shorter, but the coverage area in a short distance is larger, just suitable for killing people in this environment. ”

Bai Ze had to grit his teeth and stay outside the door, thinking in his heart how he should make a move in order to kill everyone in the room in the shortest possible time. In addition to these seven, you also have to count the places that you can't see with your eyes, and if you can't plan it, you will inevitably have a few bodyguards.

So in this case, the first thing that comes to his mind is the gun.

Killing with firearms is the easiest, as long as two fingers move, a fool can do it when the distance is close.

However, this idea of his was forcibly cleared by Bai Ze as soon as he appeared in his heart. He is practicing boxing now, and he doesn't have enough time to practice swords, if he is tempted by the gun and distracted, he won't want to practice pure boxing in the future.

It's a pity that he hasn't been practicing swords for a long time now, and he has only practiced the most basic things with the Mudao people, otherwise he has the ability of the Mudao people, no matter how many people there are in him, just break into the door with the sword, the sword light flashes, and if he goes around the room, he can kill as many people as he wants.

"Shan Zeng Rob ............." After listening to Jobson's words, the hunchbacked Pasang did not answer immediately, but twisted his neck back, and said several words in Tibetan to a Tibetan man standing behind, and swept the door with a face like water, and his expression suddenly looked a little unhappy: "What's the matter, there is no call yet?" You go outside and take a look, and if something goes wrong, call someone to fix it! ”

But after a few words, the old fox faintly felt that something was wrong, and immediately asked his bodyguard to check the situation again.

As a result, Bai Ze outside the door seized an opportunity.

Wait until the bodyguard pulled out a long-handled electric baton from behind his waist, pressed the strong flashlight behind him, and opened the door to go out!

Bai Ze took advantage of his action of returning his hand to lead the door, suddenly attacked, and stood up from behind him, like a poisonous snake lurking in the grass, instantly sticking to the back of the big man, and then reached out to cover his mouth, and before he could react, the knife below stabbed obliquely into the chest from under the ribs.

Then he didn't pull out the knife, waited for a while, shrank his body, hid behind the big man, pushed the door and walked in.

Although the corpse will gradually become stiff after death, the limbs of the dead who have just died are still hot and can flow for a short time because the blood in the body is still hot. Bai Ze shrank in one breath according to this special surname, held the handle of the knife with one hand, provoked the corpse, and pinched the neck of the dead man with the other.

With his knowledge of human bones at this time, he could have made this man walk into the house like a living person. It's just that the way I walk is still a little awkward.

But now the entire floor is out of power, and the butter lamp in the room can only illuminate part of the space, so Bai Ze pinched this person and pushed the door in, one after the other, and no one took a second look and found the flaws in it.

But as he got closer and closer, the three bodyguards behind the hunchbacked Basang seemed to feel something strange in their hearts, one turned around to meet him, and the remaining two also held the Tibetan knife on his waist with one hand, and touched the arms of the Tibetan robe with the other.

Although guns are banned in China and controlled knives are banned, the Tibetan ethnic traditions have always been very favorable, so even now, most of the Tibetan compatriots on the streets of the city have waist knives on their Tibetan robes. As for the grassland, no one cares, almost every household has homemade muskets and guns, and it is not surprising to see anyone occasionally carrying AK forty-seven in their hands. Because those ten ** are poachers of Tibetan antelopes.

Bai Ze knew that these bodyguards had guns on them, and as soon as they found something wrong, they would shoot immediately.

So he walked briskly under his feet, and by the time the oncoming bodyguard finally realized that something was wrong, and saw the twisted muscles and expressions on his companion's face, and smelled a trace of blood in his nose, it was already too late.

Within thirty steps of his body, he is Bai Ze's world.

The bodyguard's dead body suddenly rose into the air and crashed into the accomplice opposite, and suddenly the two bodies flew backwards together, and at the same time, Bai Ze's body followed closely behind, shielded by the corpse, the person was like a violent wind, swept up, and the knife light flew out horizontally from under the corpse. Immediately, the necks of the remaining two bodyguards were cut in half.

Dou Da's head flew into the sky, Bai Ze's knife took advantage of the situation and retracted it again, and the back of the knife snapped, and it hit the head of the bodyguard who had been knocked to pieces and had not yet landed, and was immediately half of his head opened, and with a thud of plasma, he rushed up three feet high, and sprayed directly on the hunchback Basang on the sofa behind him, full of face.

(To be continued)