Chapter 167: Catching the Thief

Huaiyang Mansion City does have a completely different style from Jicheng, but the prosperity is the same. Bai Lang found an inn to foster Huang Huma, and he went to the Weiwei Mansion in Huaiyang City to find help. "It's not a local snake, and I can't find this Maodong Mountain just by relying on the news in my hand. ”

As far as Bai Lang thinks, Mao Dongshan has committed so many cases, how can the local Weiwei Mansion keep an eye on him for a long time - the reward order has come out, and there must be a degree of internal and external collusion. Moreover, the existence of Mao Dongshan is equivalent to slapping the face of the local Weiwei Mansion.

The head of the local Weiwei Mansion is a fat man, and the middle-aged greasy fat man is called Qiao Feng - when he heard this self-introduction, he looked this guy up and down with the ability of Bai Lang. Qiao Feng is also a congenital master, Bai Lang felt strange why he didn't go to catch that Mao Dongshan himself?

This Qiao Feng heard Bai Lang Bai Yuzhu, the captain of the Silver Medal, ask him like this, and his face did not change at all, "Naturally, because this Mao Dongshan has also entered the innate nature, there is no absolute certainty, and this official is indeed not very easy to do." If the official doesn't move, he doesn't dare to mess around, if the official moves and something goes wrong, I'm afraid he really won't be able to control this place. ”

Two rivers converge, three religions and nine streams, this place is like Jicheng, with gangs and gangs dividing each other's territory and industries. There is more than one innate master in the city, and the clans and gangs of the family all have innate masters, and they are all involved in each other, and Qiao Feng, as an innate master in the Weiwei Mansion, suppresses everyone in the official face.

After all, they didn't dare to tear the dough and do it, not to mention what would happen if the three innate masters in the Weiwei Mansion moved, just thinking about it, if the Weiwei Mansion masters transferred from Jicheng or other places started to clean, everyone present would definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

Bai Lang was warmly welcomed by Qiao Feng, and Qiao Feng was very happy to be able to break the game, especially for the innate masters who were able to break the situation, especially to arrest outright vicious people like Mao Dongshan. He took out a stack of papers, which were all conclusions and inferences drawn from the analysis of Mao Dongshan's whereabouts, which outlined the forces belonging to Mao Dongshan and the scope of his activities.

"These are guys who have been found to be substantiated, and they belong to the guys who obey Mao Dongshan's orders, and these are guys who have no evidence, and can only be said to be the hidden pile of Mao Dongshan, right. Bai Lang looked at the two stacks of papers, "It's easy to do, let's deal with it." Qiao Feng grabbed Bai Lang, "What is going to happen to Bai Weiwei?" ”

Bai Lang smiled and patted the stack with evidence, "This stack can be tortured, and after the torture, simply kill it." He patted the other stack, "Well...... Hahahaha, it's the same. Qiao Feng pretended to be shocked - this was Bai Lang's personal understanding and opinion.

"By all means, these are all involved in the whole body, and you must not be so reckless, Captain Baiwei. Think about it again, consider studying and researching it again...... After finishing speaking, he made a gesture to take it back, but Bai Lang snatched it away and walked away directly-it was not surprising that Qiao Feng didn't stop him at all.

Although there are a lot of people in the local Weiwei Mansion, most of them have their own responsibilities - in fact, they are the head catchers, but they are more similar to the police in Bailang's modern society, and they belong to vertical management. Bai Lang put the paper in his arms, and after going out, he went to the inn to rest.

He also had to figure out how to act - Bai Lang had not done social research, and he didn't know how to verify the truth and falsehood of this. But he can kill people and dare to kill, anyway, just find someone with solid evidence first, "This road thief is...... Is there a whole village full of bandits?"

Bai Lang rubbed his eyes, what was written on this paper was that the entire mountain village was full of old thieves, and the old thieves brought new thieves, that is, children were born to be thieves, which can be regarded as one of the local problems. "Why don't you go to exterminate it? The terrain is a fart, wouldn't it all be solved by going to a congenital master?

There are no innate masters in this thief village, but Mao Dongshan has a connection with these people - the connection between money and manpower, it seems that Mao Dongshan was born in this kind of thief village.

Bai Lang decided to go to this village for trouble first, this kind of thief has no discipline at all, don't look at them killing people and setting fires, but once they are caught and tortured, no one can insist on not recruiting.

There was no need for a horse to cross the mountains and mountains, so Bai Lang went out directly like this - at most, he brought a few strips of dried meat and a gourd of water, and he didn't even bring Jin Chuangyao. After flying dozens of miles on the grass, he squatted on a tree to rest for the night, and under the condition of ensuring a good rest, Bai Lang entered the mountainous area.

In this mountain, there is no distinction between east and west, north and south, the woods are very dense, and the mountain is not very high but quite steep. There were no major roads in the mountains, and both roads were paved along the banks of the Gan and Xiang rivers that flow from the edge of the mountains. "The thieves in these thieves' villages all have martial arts, and they are flexible and mobile and make a living by robbing pedestrians on the road. There are also a lot of ...... who have committed crimes outside."

This mountain is full of poisonous snakes and beasts, and the beasts are okay, but this poisonous snakes and poisonous insects are really difficult to deal with - and many of them are poisonous flowers and poisonous weeds. Bai Lang ignored these things at all, and Bai Lang, who carried the magic of the Golden Bell Jar, these poisonous snakes and poisonous insects couldn't break through his qi at all.

This is true in theory, but there are always exceptions.

"What's this?" Bai Lang jumped up, dodging a golden streamer out of thin air. This golden streamer really broke through his protective qiβ€”the golden bell jar that was pushed three feet away. It was a beetle, a golden beetle the size of a child's fist. The beetle had a pair of large jaws that looked quite vicious, and the wings inside the carapace were buzzing, levitating itself in the air.

There is a horn protruding forward on the back of the beetle, "Extra-large unicorn, but what is the matter with the big jaws of this carnivorous worm?" Bai Lang was a little surprised, and the beetle suddenly burst out from behind with a sound, and once again turned into a streamer and rushed towards Bai Lang. The white wave brought a whirlwind to the side of the body, and when the hand was swung out, it directly carried the beetle in.

The whirlwind didn't slow down the beetle, but a palm slapped the beetle directly into the ground. "It's not dead, is this beetle's entire body made of gold and iron?" Bai Lang looked at the beetle embedded in the ground and was still moving, and stretched out his finger and poked it without relenting.

This stab has already used the martial arts of the Southern Dipper Holy Fist, and the fingers have indeed pierced the gold and iron, directly piercing the back of the beetle. Bai Lang quickly withdrew his fingers and threw them out directly along with the qi on his fingers. "This beetle's bodily fluids are poisonous!" he looked at his discolored fingers, and used his internal force to force the gray-black from the base of the finger upwards, and finally into the tip of the fingernail.

The front end of the fingernail spontaneously broke under the action of internal force and fell to the ground. The green bodily fluids that emerged from the stabbed beetle sneered at the air, gradually dissolving itself, leaving only a golden shell and six golden hollow claws. All the plants within three feet of the ground in the vicinity died, and even the surface of the ground appeared abnormally grayish-black.