No matter how angry Sol's side was, after the big killing, Hou Zi entered the so-called sage mode, and he had no distractions. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Through careful analysis, he summed up and discovered the empirical law of gaining strength after killing people.

"The more people I kill, the more power I can get, and the stronger I kill, the more power I can get, as long as I always adhere to justice and eliminate harm for the people, there will always be a day when my ideals will be realized."

After washing a municipal government in blood and harvesting hundreds of lives, his original injuries have been completely healed, and he officially has his own life field, getting rid of the embarrassment of being killed in seconds by those with range-type abilities.

Coupled with the high-frequency knife, its own combat power is already comparable to that of a person with a high-level ability.

In the time when he was not blinded by the desire to kill, he began to plan his future course.

"Now that such a big case has been made, I have completely torn my face with them, even if I escape from the country, they will definitely not let me go, it is better to continue to stay in China, implement my justice to the last moment, do my best, use the knife in my hand, and wipe out the grievances in my heart!"

"In my current condition, there is no need to eat; It has a speed comparable to that of high-speed rail, and basically does not need to use transportation; Strong physical fitness, sleeping in the wilderness will not have any problems. ”

"When I don't need to punish evil, I can disguise myself as a homeless man, or hide in some mountain bump, and it will not be easy to track me down."

"This high-frequency knife is similar to a broken bamboo pole when not in use, it seems that this group of dead spies has long expected this, if it is made like a dragon slaying knife, it will be troublesome to disguise."

After defining himself as a righteous martyr, Hou Zi began his own constant wandering, constantly fleeing, and constantly implementing his so-called righteous path.

"Su Ya, female, thirty-two years old, Chinese nationality, divorced, has a son, whose son now lives with his maternal grandparents in Aris, USA, this time it is likely that the exit is to protect several people to return to China, and the detailed address of residence is ......" According to the detailed information provided by the intelligence agency, Bai Mo quickly found out the whereabouts of the last required owner of the corpse.

"It's a bit troublesome, I actually went to the United States."

Because of the growing racism in the United States, the exclusion and deportation of non-whites in various states has been devastating.

"Now the people in the intelligence department are also in a hurry to evacuate, and other people can't help in the past, so it's more convenient for me to go alone."

"Chen Xi, prepare for me, I'm going to Arri, USA."

"Hmm."

After more than half a year of running-in, Chen Xi is already completely familiar with the character of this boss, he never explains the reason for giving orders, nor does he need his subordinates to give advice, he only needs to do what he asks, in fact, he is an extremely self-conscious person.

"He's going to the United States to find this woman?" Bai Mo's request, together with the information he had previously inquired through the intelligence department, quickly reached the ears of several leaders through the intelligence team dedicated to him, "No matter what his reason is, let him pay attention to safety, the United States is in a mess now, arrange a special plane for him." ”

"It would be nice if the guys in the research institute were as worry-free as him, never doing things behind his back, and doing research all day long, Huaguo has always been unable to research, but there are too few people like him, and there are technocrats who are power-grabbing everywhere."

"He alone has produced a quarter of the total number of data results of the entire research institute, and he is indeed a genius."

"You don't have to inform us about such small things in the future."

"Yes, chief."

Although anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is an independent army supported by China, after all, the two countries are not officially at war, and civilian flights can still come and go, but the number of people has been greatly reduced because of xenophobic riots, not to mention the special plane representing the Chinese government.

After the leader spoke, everything was naturally completed at the fastest speed, and only two days later, Bai Mo, who habitually carried a large box, boarded the special plane specially prepared for him alone.

It was also the first time that the driver and crew on the special plane saw a bodyguard and a leader who did not bring any entourage to board the plane.

But they have long been responsible for receiving high-ranking officials, and they already have excellent quality of service, and they don't ask why it is one of the important rules.

"You don't need to prepare anything for me." As soon as Bai Mo got on the plane, he directly said to the service staff present.

"Yes."

Setting the box aside, he leaned back in his seat, his shoulder-length hair casually on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes quietly.

Twelve hours later, Bai Mo appeared in Moore City, Arri, alone with a suitcase.

Arria is a state that the Independence Army has not invaded, unlike the southeastern states, which have been ravaged by war, although both sides have refrained from using weapons of mass destruction, but like the fighting between the able, all kinds of artillery and bombing, still inevitably caused a lot of damage.

The buildings remain largely intact, with little change from pre-war levels, except for the sporadic sporadic graffiti and sporadic gunfire.

"The second-class people are all out of this country!"

"Yellow, black, brown, you are inferior to the green, Waaaaaaaah!"

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The streets and alleys are full of all kinds of venting graffiti slogans, telling the creator's madness, and Bai Mo has even seen a few people, who have just smoked marijuana, picked up spray paint, and staggered on a wall.

But none of this has much to do with him, as long as his target doesn't die. Bai Mo took out the online map and followed the location provided on the information.

The farther he walked to his destination, the more chaos he discovered. The idle rioting youths, some with gasoline bottles and some with guns, seemed to be running to one place.

Along the way, Bai Mo did not hide his spiritual energy fluctuations at all, and his strong aura was almost substantial, oppressing all the ordinary people in the vicinity, making them even feel a little difficult to breathe.

Although the other party was obviously an Oriental face, most of the thugs chose to dodge, and only a few who were not afraid of death or did not believe in evil, and those with heavy firearms dared to shoot at him.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

"Dada!" Several of the arms are tattooed with "...... "GREATAGAIN" tattooed white man, roared and pulled the trigger in his hand.

"When people are in a crazy group, they are prone to lower their IQ." The whistling bullets were forcibly reversed by the telekinetic wall that surrounded Bai Mo, returning towards their launchers.

Before the word "my ......" could be said to God, several people with guns had already been hit into a hornet's nest by their own bullets.

If anyone notices the guns they hold on their corpses, they will find that a bullet flying upside down from the barrel of each gun completely destroys the structure of the gun.