This is very troublesome, there are only a few entrances and exits of this house, the internal space is not small, and the size of the air window must not allow people to enter - Bai Lang will not shrink his bones. The house doesn't have any windows, just a gas window, a ventilation fan, and of course an air conditioner. "It's not easy to do. For a while, Bai Lang didn't know what to do, he wasn't Ethan Hunter or Jason Byrne, and he didn't know how to find out the two targets he needed in this situation.

Rushing in to kill and kill is probably the stupidest act, and it is probably impossible for Bai Lang to impersonate the audience to enter now - as a member of the former boxers, he knows very well that these guests are all entering with invitations, and now it seems that the shed is obviously closed - that is, if there are any more guests, they will not be put in. In this case, it is impossible to impersonate, you can only try to lurk outside and see if you can wait until these two people appear.

From the leader of the line responsible for selling drugs, Bai Lang confirmed that these two would definitely appear, but he also knew that with the passage of time, these two people could leave the scene early at any time - and Bai Lang didn't dare to guarantee that there was no secret passage in this place, he was just a martial arts person who had penetrated the first level of the Golden Bell Jar, and he was not the kind of super master who was almost equal to the immortal Buddha. If these two people leave, Bai Lang really has no way to continue to find them - because there is no doubt that these two people will cut off possible contact with Bai Lang in the first place, and the easiest way is to isolate the people Bai Lang may know, send them away or simply kill them.

Bai Lang sat cross-legged under the tree outside the house, and it seemed that the situation was indeed the case, no one was in or out, but Bai Lang felt that his action was very likely to fail - he had this hunch. After sitting for a few more minutes, I heard the sound of the boxing match coming from inside - the door was closed, and the sound was actually very low. Bai Lang stood up very decisively, he was ready to leave directly, Thailand seemed to be unable to stay, Bai Lang was ready to go to other places along the Mekong River.

On the Mekong River, there are many Chinese cargo ships, they often transport fruits or rice from Southeast Asia to China, and Bai Lang still has a Chinese ID card to prove his identity, and because he has money, there is a cargo ship called Yuhua 3 willing to send him to Myanmar. In this way, Bai Lang stayed on the ship with a little luggage, and the boat was transporting mangoes and bananas, which were ordered by domestic merchants and transported by them.

As a guest, Bai Lang watched the crew below work from the upper deck, using a crane to carry boxes of fruit into the cabin. At this time, there were Thai uniformed personnel with weapons coming, and they said something to the captain who was supervising the work on the side, Bai Lang didn't hear it, but he could see the captain shaking his head again and again. These uniformed personnel left quickly, and Bai Lang didn't want to ask what happened - anyway, he would get off the boat somewhere in Burma, and he would talk about what really happened.

Because he had also heard at these times that the armed drug trafficking syndicates in Thailand and Myanmar often used cargo ships on the Mekong River to smuggle and sell, and this kind of thing is probably quite common - Myanmar has the Golden Triangle here, which has always been regarded as the hardest hit area. As for such an inferior country as Southeast Asia, is it still a matter of collusion between officials and bandits to sell addictive drugs? In particular, Thailand and Myanmar are actually all military junta countries and military leaders from all walks of life.

The boat sailed and went up the Mekong River, the mother river of Southeast Asia with a large flow and rolling fields on both sides, which is still quite beautiful. Bai Lang is not very good at exercising his fists and feet on this boat, so he uses Jinggong to practice, of course, there are also small movements - this time he practiced the boxing of the square inch, the range of action is small, it belongs to the fists and feet of close shorts, and it can be practiced in his cabin.

Probably at the junction of Thailand and Myanmar, Bai Lang heard the sound of a speedboat approaching on this day. From his porthole, it looked like it was a Thai military speedboat, and it didn't seem to be, but some armed men in military uniforms anyway. These people were about to board the ship, maybe it was for inspection? Bai Lang pushed open his cabin door and walked out. He immediately saw the captain in the bridge wheelhouse, and the first mate was talking to the men again—it seemed that the situation was still very bad, because the first mate was pale.

Bai Lang can also understand a lot, of course he understands that the first mate is sternly refusing the request of these people, "ask for the delivery of certain items...... Looking at the appearance of those armed personnel, Bai Lang already felt a murderous aura. So he moved first.

Although these people seem to be really Thai soldiers, it is completely normal to say that they collude with the group to smuggle drugs, and if they want to do it, Bai Lang does not dare to bet that they will let him go, not to mention that he has always been very disgusted with this kind of thing. There was a loud bang, everyone was startled, the soldiers almost went off, and everyone looked in the direction where the sound came from - it all took only a few tenths of a second.

This is Bai Lang stomping on the deck to exert force to fly on the grass - this light skill has been integrated into his golden bell jar and the true meaning of the tiger shape, and the situation at this moment can no longer be called flying on the grass, because the feeling of lightness following the wind has given way to the feeling of a tiger riding the wind. The clouds went from the dragon to the wind from the tiger, accompanied by a sudden gust of evil wind, Bai Lang had already crossed the deck distance of more than ten meters in this tenths of a second, and directly swept out with a claw.

This claw is full of might, and it has already grabbed between the chest and abdomen of the armed person in front of him, and at this time, Bai Lang's other hand is also grabbed out, and he directly peeled off the person in front of him, and at the same time, with a retraction of his hand, he has already ripped off this person's assault rifle - of course, the strap has been torn off. Bai Lang really hadn't played with this weapon, he pulled the trigger but couldn't fire, "Damn it! What kind of broken gun is this?95?" Actually, this is an Israeli TAR-21 rifle, it does look a little like a 95.

You can't study the insurance, otherwise it will become a sieve. Bai Lang suddenly shouted, and the internal force reached his throat with a tiger roar, and he immediately felt the hot metal taste and pain in his throat, but this loud drink really shocked the people here - even on the banks of the river on both sides, there were a large number of birds flying. And Bai Lang didn't care about the pain in his throat at all, and directly took advantage of this momentum to spread out his body and pounce, sweeping out of the air with a kick, and directly kicked the soldier in front of him to skull.