The guy who touched the gun is also a veteran, Thailand has always been a general security person, and those who do this line of work have a lot of opportunities to touch the gun and shoot the gun, and even use the gun frequently in daily life, so even if Bai Lang has killed four people in the blink of an eye, the guy who touched the gun still didn't have time to get nervous and already felt the gun, and roughly fired at Bai Lang. At this time, the distance was very close, and there was no need to aim accurately - maybe the man was still trying to drag Bai Lang so that he could escape.

In short, the man was shooting and retreating.

Bai Lang carried the internal force of his golden bell jar, and within these three or five meters, it was indeed unlikely that a person who was used to using a pistol would be able to fly - the place was limited, and naturally there was no large space for Bai Lang to dodge. The point is that the time he killed the three people was enough for the guy to fire, and when Bai Lang pounced on the guy, this man fired four shots, one of which missed, but the other three shots hit Bai Lang.

Two shots hit Bai Lang's left arm, which was in front of him, and one shot hit his shoulder. And Bai Lang also really experienced the power of the Golden Bell Jar - what model of gun this person was holding, Bai Lang couldn't recognize it for a while, it looked small and exquisite, but when the bullet hit him at this distance, Bai Lang did feel the impact and felt the pain. The bullet broke his skin and pierced some of his muscles, but was firmly stuck in the muscles about three centimeters deep, and one of the two bullets that hit his arm was in the bone, and it was simply stuck in the bone.

And the same is true of a shot in the shoulder, the bullet is stuck in the bone and cannot go in, and there is not much blood coming out, and the wound squeezes the bullet even more. The pain irritated Bai Lang, and the injured tiger was even more deadly, and the man's fifth shot was too late to fire, because Bai Lang had already pounced in front of him with a bloody breath - not only the blood that flowed from his body, but also the blood stains that had been stained when he killed the three people on the sofa.

This time, Bai Lang's palm was slapped forward from top to bottom, and this palm naturally also has a name, which is called "big monument wrestler" in traditional martial arts, which can be regarded as an extremely fierce technique. And this is indeed the case, the result of this palm slap is that the entire upper body of this guy is as if it was really hit by a big stone tablet, and it is directly rotten...... At this time, Bai Lang stopped and slowly returned to breathe, while the muscles trembled slightly under the movement of internal force, squeezing out the jammed warhead and falling to the ground.

The footsteps stopped in front of the last survivor who was huddled into a ball, Bai Lang looked at this person with a smile, "I know you, but I didn't expect you to be the person in charge this time?" However, now the man shrank in front of Bai Lang and trembled, and his mouth was still chanting.

The accent was very strong, Bai Lang could hardly understand, but the left and right were just all kinds of begging for mercy, and Bai Lang didn't say much, his right hand grabbed it with a fishy wind, and directly pinched off the man's cervical vertebrae, cut off his nerves, and let this guy die at a very fast speed. "I didn't have much time, but from the moment I slammed open the window, there was a sound of gunfire, no matter how bad the security in Thailand was, no matter how corrupt the police were, it would have been about 20 minutes or so. It's time to leave. ”

Bai Lang hesitated for a moment at the pistols, "Do you want to bring a gun?" As for the clothes on his body, he could have time to change them, after all, they were stained with blood. In the end, Bai Lang washed his hands, changed into a set of clean clothes, and put a small pistol that he finally recognized into his bag and took it away. "It's quite fashionable, it's actually Walter PPK, no wonder the bullet is limited...... "The gun was small and exquisite, and Bai Lang took most of the bullets he found at the same time.

Bai Lang walked out of the door of the room - none of the neighbors on the left and right dared to stick their heads out to see, so Bai Lang went downstairs easily and quickly left through the main entrance of the house, and the police had not yet arrived at this time. Do you want to continue to kill those who ordered to be hunted down?

In fact, what he didn't know was that the power of this pistol was far greater than he imagined, don't look at the small and exquisite pistol, it still fired 7.65mm pistol bullets, but the stopping effect on unarmored targets was very strong, and "palm thunder" was the nickname of this gun. And he can get the warhead stuck, which shows that the power of the golden bell jar is close to body armor, and Bai Lang's kung fu is indeed the first in this world.

Six people died, even in Thailand, it can be called a big case, but they can't catch Bai Lang at all, and even now they can't even figure out what Bai Lang looks like - they can't issue a wanted warrant. People like Bai Lang can run hundreds of miles in one night after performing light skills, and Thailand's low level of social surveillance allows Bai Lang to run away by public transportation as he wants. On the morning of the third day, Bai Lang had arrived in Bangkok, Thailand's largest metropolis. "There should be a way to smuggle people here—but where?"

"Actually, it's nothing if you don't smuggle in, you can also practice martial arts here - as for money, it's a big deal to find trouble with those who do illegal business. Bai Lang thought, he still likes the atmosphere of life here, and generally speaking, Thailand feels better to him than Japan.

Martial arts practice to this extent, in this world has been difficult to advance, the next practice is just to continue to hone their boxing skills, and strive to be able to innovate in the current situation, at least proficiency to the limit of what can be practiced, the practice of the golden bell jar of luck into instinct, daily walking, sitting and lying also to turn into the thirty-two long boxing, and strive to practice martial arts on weekdays without revealing the mountains and waters.

Because apart from this, Bai Lang couldn't think of anything else that could be done - of course he could eat, drink, and have fun in this world and waste the rest of his time, so it would be difficult to say if he traveled back, maybe he wouldn't meet a master who would take his life at will? In short, if there was such a day, and he felt that he had not done his best, he would not be willing to die. What's more, Bai Lang didn't want to die at all.

Then hide in Thailand, where he is as stable as Mount Tai at the level of Southeast Asian countries. "That gambling syndicate probably won't come to me unless they want to die - and if I don't underestimate them, it's almost impossible for them to find me. "That's what the police in this place are capable of, let alone brothers. In this way, Bai Lang settled down in Bangkok, and he also went to the temple to hang out in addition to his cultivation on weekdays. "The body seems to have stopped growing after practicing the first level of the Golden Bell Jar?" After practicing martial arts to this extent, Bai Lang's mastery of the subtleties of his body has made great progress.

This situation, Bai Lang thought about it and felt that it was quite normal - it is estimated that the voice did not think that the holder died in the process of looking for something after a few times......