Zhang Lu's peek was not abrupt.

Because at this time, Zhang Lu is not the only one hiding in different corners and peeking.

Almost half of the miners are peeking.

In addition to the two new miners who were recruited later, there may still be some vague concepts.

Most of the old miners actually know it in their hearts.

There is no possibility that they will leave.

If Yuan Xiang can open a situation.

Perhaps... This is also their chance.

Don't mention anything else.

Suppose Yuan Xiang can leave with all his beards and tails.

Then secrecy will become a joke.

If the secret can't be kept anymore.

Then there's a glimmer of possibility... They will no longer be so tightly constrained.

At this moment, Yuan Xiang no longer has a trace of the past, his originally honest and cautious face is full of arrogance, and the black wind-like figure blows into the crowd, like a big bird with wings spread and diving.

The warrant officer in the lead showed a mocking sneer on his face.

The well-trained soldiers did not show the slightest timidity because Yuan Xiang showed that he was far stronger than ordinary people, but as if they were very experienced, they dispersed regularly.

"Fire!"

The concentration of fire from the submachine guns formed an invisible torrent of bullets, and even an elephant surrounded by such a barrage would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Yuan Xiang couldn't avoid such a firepower network at all, he practiced iron palms instead of Ling Bo microsteps.

But Yuan Xiang, who has trained the family heirloom iron palm to an extremely high and profound realm, naturally has his confidence.

He didn't have to hide.

Tyre!

With a loud shout, Yuan Xiang took a deep breath, and his jade-like palms were suddenly congested and expanded, becoming the size of two fans.

Zhang Lu recognized that this move was a killing move that Yuan Xiang did not pass on to him, and once he had heard Yuan Xiang vaguely mention it before, called 'Big Stone Mill'.

Although the name is rough, it bears the traces of the roughness and lack of cultural level of most warriors in the old society.

However, when Yuan Xiang agitated his qi and blood, he expanded his hands like a grinding plate, and with a clamp between his hands, the steel could be easily ground.

This move big stone mill changed in Yuan Xiang's hands, the original killing move turned into a defensive move, and the palm of his hand waved the bullets that were difficult to see with the naked eye, and they turned into metal particles under the grinding of his hands.

The miners who hid far away had long been stunned, they had never thought that an ordinary human being, a person who gets along day and night, could be so powerful that it was beyond common sense.

Although... In fact, the energy crystals they dig every day are also part of the transcendental.

Bang! Bang!

Yuan Xiang's whole person was sluggish, like a pigeon that had been hit by an arrow.

His eyes bulged out like dead fish eyes, his originally rejuvenated face was full of hideousness, and there was a hole the size of a fist in the palms of his hands and chest.

The battle ended in the most concise and incredible way possible.

Yuan Xiang died, he died cleanly and completely, and he died simply and decisively.

He didn't even have time to say a word or two about complaining or sighing.

The soldier in the tall tower in the distance put away the sniper rifle in his hand, his face expressionless, as if he had just killed not a superhuman who had broken through the limits of humanity, but just an ordinary criminal.

At this moment, the shock in Zhang Lu's heart surpassed everyone.

Although he is not as self-inflated as Yuan Xiang, he has also faintly regarded himself as superior because of his iron palm.

What's more... He put himself in the shoes of a conspirator, a bystander, and watched everything around him pass and happen.

But reality taught him a vivid lesson.

No matter how high the kung fu is, it can't resist modern firearms.

If you block it, it only means that the gun that hits you is not strong enough, and the bullet that hits you is not powerful enough.

Yuan Xiang's body was quickly transported away, and there was no explanation for what would be done with it. Many miners speculated that Yuan Xiang would definitely be sent to slice and unplan.

Looking at the military helicopter in the distance, Zhang Lu was inevitably a little sad, but he was silently relieved in his heart.

Yuan Xiang died, not captured alive, so the possibility of him being found was also minimized.

In the next period of time, Zhang Lu did not absorb energy crystals with his iron palm, and he didn't hand over too many energy crystals, which was a little more than ordinary miners.

Some of the external manifestations of the iron palm's achievements were deliberately erased by Zhang Lu, and his palms began to become rough and uneven, and even surging qi and blood all the time, making his palms look a little bigger than others.

This is a typical example of practicing the law and quickly becoming an iron palm.

After Yuan Xiang's incident, Zhang Lu could faintly sense that there were many people watching him, and it was no longer just a camera placed in the mine.

He couldn't hide the fact that he learned the Iron Palm from Yuan Xiang, but he wasn't sure if he had absorbed energy crystals.

Nengjing is Zhang Lu's capital for revenge, and Zhang Lu naturally will not give up absorption, but is more cautious and careful.

Yuan Xiang's easy fall, but also gave Zhang Lu a wake-up call, revenge in the future must not be careless with modern firearms, otherwise someone will be shot black, and no matter how high the martial arts are, it will be in vain.

At the end of the month, according to Zhang Lu's request, Yan Yu used his salary to buy him some medicinal materials for practice.

Yuan Xiang, the hand-raising prescription that Yuan Jiatie Zhanggong matched, taught Zhang Lu.

Next, in addition to mining and practicing every day, Zhang Lu added potions to maintain his hands. As the potion took effect, Zhang Lu's palm seemed to have repaired a little, and it was a little normal.

This is naturally also Zhang Lu's trick, but he is still very careful. Ordinary potions are naturally far inferior to energy crystals, and their effects should not be so obvious.

Underground, Zhang Lu slowly rubbed the rock wall with his hands, trying his best to control the desire to absorb energy crystals, his eyes were slightly dull and numb, similar to most miners. A boring and depressing life will not be transformed by a good salary. This place is just too boring and lacks joie de vivre.

It was another dull and boring day.

Zhang Lu was still wondering in his heart when he would be able to get out of this place.

The more the fire of hatred in his heart burns, the calmer he becomes... It's like a pool of stagnant water.

He prayed all the time.

The legendary gods were all begged by him.

He begged Qiao Jun to live well, not to be arrested and put in prison because of the incident, and not to be killed by his competitors.

Because that would be too cheap for him.

Hatred... Zhang Lu wants to report it himself!

He had to crush Qiao Jun's bones one by one, and then... Then they put him in the house and burned him.

Let him also feel the pain of waiting for death to eat away at his body in the midst of the fire.

It is this kind of hatred and anticipation that makes Zhang Lu persistent and firm.

Time is in a hurry... Three years have passed in a flash.

In the space of three years.

There were several more mining accidents.

The original batch of miners are basically dead.

And new miners, there are still people joining in.

Among them, there are black households from the Indo-Black Kingdom who have smuggled over, and there are also some who have committed crimes or escaped from their hometowns by hiding from debts.

Like Zhang Lu, they are all people at the bottom of society, and they all have their own hardships.

But they were all ordinary people.

No ruthlessness, no determination.

That's what the mine needs, even if it's a silent death... There will be no one to investigate and dig up the cause.

And those, with too dazzling bad records... They may be thorns.

It is an unstable factor for the acquisition of energy crystals.

will not be admitted.

Thinking about it this way... It seems that Zhang Lu can come in, and it can be regarded as a little back door.

After all... His past resume, albeit ordinary.

But he has a blood feud, and his heart must have changed drastically... It's a destabilizing factor.

Work as always... Wait for your time.

And the opportunity came quietly under the invisible gaze of a certain Chaos Demon God.

Everything... It's all so deserved.

Rumble!

The dome above his head seemed to shake violently.

A terrible siren sounded instantly.

Zhang Lu ran down the mine towards the mouth of the shaft.

Smack!

The soldier in charge of guarding the mouth of the well fell, his chest covered with blood, and his body fell to the bottom of the well and shattered.

"There's an accident up there!" Zhang Lu was familiar with this soldier, although according to the regulations he could not reveal his name to any miners, but Zhang Lu had seen the scene of his training, and he could hit ten flying glass bottles with ten rounds of submachine gun shots from a hundred meters.

"Look at the wound on his chest, it should have been caused by a large-caliber firearm, which directly pierced the body armor. Zhang Lu took a few steps back, then took a deep breath and rushed towards the wall of the well.

It may be safe to stay underground for the time being, but Zhang Lu knows that this is the opportunity he has been waiting for for a long time.

Hesitation misses opportunities.

His hands were just against the rock wall as if they had barbs, and Zhang Lu exerted force with both hands, climbing towards the well like a big gecko.

The camera installed at the wellhead appears to have been destroyed by bullets or explosives.

The broken line is sure to be foolproof.

The head poked out slightly from the wellhead, and the dust outside the wellhead was filled.

Many of the disheveled, frenzied-eyed men, who seemed to be shouting some kind of slogan, frantically stormed the camp of the soldiers guarding the mines.

Rumble!

The men fell with the cold sound of gunfire, but before they died, they pulled the fuse of the explosives on their bodies, and the smoke and dust from the huge explosion blurred their vision. Even a battle-hardened warrior will inevitably lose a little bit of proportion in the dense explosion.

There are so many people who risk their lives to storm the mines, and they completely put life and death out of the way.

"Who are these people? It's like crazy, they're not afraid of death at all!" Zhang Lu was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him, and at the same time felt a piercing chill.

As the saying goes, those who are stunned are afraid of being stunned, and so many people are not dying, even if the elites of a hundred battles face such a situation, they are afraid that they will not be able to please them.

Even if Zhang Lu didn't know how to march and fight, he could see that the soldiers in charge of guarding the mine were constantly shrinking the defensive line, and began to look conservative, waiting for reinforcements.

At the same time, in the smoke and dust.

Zhang Lu's gaze unconsciously shifted in one direction.

It was a bearded middle-aged man in a white linen dress with special symbols tattooed on his eyebrows and cheeks.

Judging by the shape of his face and the color of his pupils, he should be a new ear.

In this vast and barren land, the Sinerthai people have long been synonymous with riots.

The bearded middle-aged man held a bone Xiao in his hand, walked barefoot on the ground full of corpses and sand, and recited the "Ancient Source Sutra" passed down from generation to generation, and his deep eyes exuded a strange ghostly light.

Everywhere the eye passes.

Some of the soldiers who resisted, involuntarily, pointed their guns at their original robes.

Their faces were clearly frightened and defiant, but they couldn't control their hands.