Chapter 55: Mixing a Pool of Water

The "China Containment Alliance" conference, led by the Black Dragon Society and attended by Japan, Vietnam, Thailand, Myanmar, the Philippines, as well as domestic and East Turkistan forces, was originally planned to be held two days later. However, because the ** and East Turkistan forces, which can play the most role at present, did not arrive at the scheduled time, the Black Dragon Society postponed the meeting period for three days.

The organizations that have arrived are the "Black Dragon Society" in Japan, the "Jungle Serpent" in Vietnam, the "Sword of the Goddess Antipolo" in the Philippines, the "Tessie Tigers" in Thailand, and the "Ghost of the Mekong" in Myanmar. The "Sword of the Goddess Antipolo" and the "Ghost of the Mekong" are both relatively new. And Thailand's "Tessie Tigers" organization is actually a complete underworld organization. It's just that now the leader of this organization has close contacts with the "Black Dragon Society", so he came to join in the excitement and make a big noise.

At this moment, in the VIP gambling room on the second floor, two Japanese, one Thai, two Burmese and two Filipinos are betting on stud at a table. It seems that it is the Japanese who have won, because the two of them talk in Japanese from time to time, smiling all over their faces. The faces of the Thais were calmer, while the faces of the two Filipinos and two Burmese were not good.

At the end of another round of betting, a Japanese man won again, and he was so happy that he was holding his chips in his arms and giggling at the same time. This one, the two Burmese lost the most, and one of them couldn't help but curse something in Burmese. I think the Japanese don't understand. As a result, the Japanese man next to him, who had not won the money, suddenly stood up and scolded: "Ba Ge Yalu!" and slapped the Burmese in the face.

Enraged, the Burmese flipped the table, rushed over, and kicked the Japanese in the abdomen.

The Japanese man fell to the ground and rolled over, apparently kicking him badly.

The person next to him who won the money asked in Japanese with concern, and the person explained in Japanese. The Japanese who won the money had an ugly look on their faces, and they scolded "Baga!" and shouted outside the door, "Shimada-kun, come in!"

At his call, the door opened, and a Japanese man in a samurai suit rushed in. The man pointed his finger at the Burmese man who had scolded and kicked him, and shouted in Japanese, "Hit me!" ”

Shimada, dressed as a samurai, rushed forward, with a wave of his right hand on the top, and his right leg on the bottom swept over.

But unexpectedly, the Burmese man did not have stage fright at all, and stopped his waist and leg below, as if he had not seen it, hugged his fist with both hands, bowed his body, and rushed in with his legs. By this time, Shimada's leg had swept to his waist, but because he rushed forward, that leg passed the shin that hit hardest, and touched the thigh.

I saw that the Burmese stretched out his left hand and fished it out, then put the opponent's leg at his side, bent his right hand and smashed it with an elbow.

Instinctively, Shimada held his head in his hands and actually blocked the elbow. But at the same time that the Burmese's right elbow was checked, his left hand grabbed his leg and pushed forward, and at the same time, his right leg swept out with a low whip, and with a second force, Shimada was swept out.

Shimada fell to the ground, hurriedly turned around and tried to get up, the Burmese had already changed his left leg, and another low whip leg, swept straight over his head, this leg was full of strength, only to hear a snap, the samurai named Shimada fainted directly.

This Burmese turned out to be a master of Bin Dao!

Bin Dao is a Burmese martial art that is quite close to Muay Thai.

Everyone knows that Muay Thai is known in the martial arts world for its ferocious leg sweeps, sharp knees, and sharp elbow moves. However, while everyone admires and admires Muay Thai, few people can understand that the style is quite close to it, but the actual rules are more open, the style of play is more ferocious, and the technique is more abundant.

Modern Muay Thai is a product of the evolution of the modern sports ring, based on ancient Muay Thai, evolved in response to the evolution of modern ring rules, and added modern boxing gloves to the game. Comparatively, Burmese boxing is closer to ancient Muay Thai.

Today's Burmese boxing is still bare-handed, with no boxing gloves and headbutts and throwdowns, similar to the pattern of street fighting, with ferocious fighting and overly open rules that are incompatible with modern sports. Because of this, Burmese boxing has not been promoted, and its influence in the world martial arts is still weak.

The Japanese samurai didn't expect that his opponent would be a Bin Dao master, and he was caught off guard and was stunned all at once.

At this time, the working bodyguard of the casino had already heard the news, and after stopping it, the Burmese did not dare to continue to make trouble. After all, this is someone else's territory.

The two Japanese who were involved in gambling looked ugly, and the one who fell to the ground hurriedly stood up and said to his friend, "This person is too barbaric, I'm leaving!" As he spoke, he ran out of the VIP room in a panic despite his friend's dissuasion, and disappeared in a moment.

The Japanese man was very disgraceful, glared at the Burmese fiercely, and then stepped forward to pick up his samurai and leave.

The three Filipinos looked at each other, but the Thai smiled and said something, and then picked up the chips on the table and left. The two Burmese looked at each other, and the person who didn't do it glared at the man with a stern expression, and even got up to leave. The man who beat the man had a little sneering on his face, picked up the chips on the table, and hurriedly followed.

The three Filipino "little blacks" also glanced at each other, took the remaining chips on the table, and went back to the room with sad faces.

The Japanese who had been beaten and left early walked to the corner of the passage, suddenly knocked on the door and got into another private room, and the person who opened the door inside turned out to be Xu Zhiren. When he came out after a while, he was already dressed as a Chinese person last year. Then he stood at the intersection, watched the people who were in the VIP room with him just now, walked past him one by one, took out his mobile phone, followed behind the Burmese man who beat people, and followed while making a phone call. After determining the route of the Burmese people, they went to another fork in the road.

In the warehouse, Xie Cunguan put down the phone and immediately stood up.

At this moment, he is dressed in black, completely dressed as a Japanese samurai. However, on his waist, there was no too much knife or short knife, only a wakicha. Xie Cunguan walked out of his warehouse, took a few steps forward, and arrived in the aisle. Then he followed the aisle, walked to the aisle that Wang Yibing said, and continued to walk forward. Walking straight to the staircase from the second floor, not far from the staircase, a slightly darker place, I stopped there, with my back to the aisle, as if I was in front of the window enjoying the night view of the sea, and stood quietly.

From behind, I saw only a dark person.

When the two Japanese came over, they looked at him, but they didn't see anything clearly, and walked over.

Then the Thai came over, still looked at him, and walked straight over.

At this time, Xie Cunguan walked out, he made the appearance that he was on the phone, holding the phone with his hand and covering his face. The Burmese man in front of him passed him. Xie Cunguan ignored him, but stood in the middle of the road, blocking the last Burmese.

The Burmese looked at him coldly with a provocative look.

Xie Cunguan pulled out the flank with his right hand and threw it into the air with one hand. The Burmese slowly took off his shirt, wrapped it around his arms, hugged his hands up, and fixed his eyes on the wedge in his hand, and pulled away.

Xie Cunguan took a step forward with his left leg, and in the middle of this progress, his left hand shook, and his broad sleeve slipped out and fell forward to the ground. Before he could hit the ground, his right foot was already raised, and with a twist of his toes, he accurately mixed a heavy rope and jerked his leg forward.

The knife in his hand slashed at the Burmese neck with an arc of light.

When the Burmese saw the knife in his hand cut down, they did not retreat but advanced, and raised one of the arms wrapped around his clothes high, and even wanted to face the knife closely. But as he rushed forward, he suddenly heard a thud, his body shook involuntarily, and his eyes looked down in disbelief. Under his lower abdomen, with a loud thud, a piece of iron fell.

It was Xie Cunguan who kicked out a Shen like a meteor with his foot, hitting him in the abdomen.

The cold light flashed, and the Burmese throat opened like a child's mouth. He clasped his hands weakly to his throat, where blood foamed with the sound of air. Xie Cunguan's knife peak swept through his throat, and as soon as his body squatted, he stabbed his backhand straight into his heart. Then, without taking the knife, he took two straight steps forward and ran up the stairs.

At this time, the Burmese who found that his companion had been killed had already screamed, and the cry alarmed the security guards downstairs, and several security guards immediately pulled out their batons and followed the Burmese's instructions to chase up the stairs. Use the walkie-talkie while chasing and contact the security support upstairs.

Xie Cunguan turned the warrior up the stairs and covered his face. He had just gone upstairs and turned a corner, when two security guards had already intercepted him in the hallway. Xie Cunguan was helpless, so he wanted to turn back and go downstairs. But by this time, the security guards downstairs had already swarmed the stairs.

In a hurry, Xie Cunguan threw out the end of his hand against the upper right corner of a window.

Obviously, as he had estimated, the glass on the cruise ship was the same shattering point as the glass on the tour bus. When Xie Cunguan retracted his head, he threw it on the handrail of the stairs, and then rushed forward, jumping out of the broken window, and sliding down quickly while he was entangled in the stairs.

One floor outside is the deck, and at the moment there are almost no people on the deck except for a few security guards patrolling.

The sound of glass shattering naturally alarmed the security guards on the deck, and when he turned around, he saw Xie Cunguan slipping down. The three closest security guards didn't know what was going on, but they instinctively drew their batons and ran over screaming, trying to arrest someone.

Before Xie Cunguan slipped to the ground, the head of Shen on top had already slipped away, and at the last two meters of distance, he fell down directly.

As soon as his head sank to the ground, Xie Cunguan reached out to catch it, and threw it directly to the security guard at the back with a flick of his hand. At this time, the security guard in front had already arrived, and the rubber baton in his hand smashed down his head and face.

Xie Cunguan stepped forward, got up and fell with his hands, turned his head up and turned out of the monkey shape, slipped under his feet, and stuck to the body of the security guard, with both hands out, straight to the armpit and shoulder socket of the security guard, as soon as he pulled out the roots, he threw the person out and smashed it on the body of the second security guard. Then turn around and run.