Chapter 25
The guy who pulled out the gun was also a veteran. Thailand's public security has always been average, and people in this line of work have plenty of opportunities to touch and shoot guns, and even use guns frequently in daily life. So even though Bai Lang had killed four people in the blink of an eye, the guy who pulled out the gun still had no time to get nervous before he pulled out the gun and fired at Bai Lang. At this time, the distance was very close, and there was no need to aim accurately - perhaps the man was trying to hold Bai Lang back so that he could escape.
In short, the man was retreating while shooting.
Bai Lang used his inner strength of the Golden Bell Cover, and within this three to five meters, it was indeed unlikely for someone who was used to using a pistol to be shot away - the space was limited, and naturally there was no large space for Bai Lang to dodge. The key point was that the time he took to kill the three people was enough for the guy to open fire. When Bai Lang rushed towards the guy, the guy fired four shots, one of which missed, but the other three did hit Bai Lang.
Two shots hit Bai Lang's left arm, which was protecting the front, and one shot hit his shoulder. Bai Lang also truly experienced the power of the Golden Bell Cover - Bai Lang couldn't tell what type of gun this man was holding for a while, it looked small and exquisite, but when the bullet hit him at this distance, Bai Lang did feel the impact and pain. The bullet broke his skin and penetrated part of his muscle, but was firmly stuck in the muscle about three centimeters deep, and one of the two bullets that hit the arm hit the bone and was simply stuck in the bone.
The same thing happened with the bullet in the shoulder. The bullet was stuck in the bone and could not penetrate. Not much blood came out, and the wound squeezed the bullet. The pain stimulated Bai Lang. The wounded tiger was more deadly. The man didn't have time to fire the fifth shot because Bai Lang had already rushed in front of him with a bloody smell - not just the blood that flowed out of his body from the gunshot, but more of the blood stains when he killed the three people on the sofa.
This time, Bai Lang's palm slapped forward from top to bottom. This palm naturally has a name. In traditional martial arts, it is called "Big Stone Tablet Smashing Hand", which is considered to be an extremely fierce technique. And the situation is indeed like this. The result of this palm slap is that the guy's entire upper body is like being hit by a big stone tablet, and it is directly rotten... Only then did Bai Lang stop and slowly recover his breath, and his muscles trembled slightly under the movement of internal force, squeezing out the stuck bullet and dropping it on the ground.
Bai Lang paused in front of the last survivor who was huddled together. He looked at the man with a half-smile, "I recognize you, but I didn't expect you to be the person in charge this time?" Bai Lang had indeed seen this man before him. He used to run around the senior executives of the group, and sometimes he was a bit condescending and bossy to professional boxers like them. But now this man was huddled in front of Bai Lang, trembling, and still mumbling something.
The accent was so thick that Bai Lang could hardly understand it, but it was just a bunch of begging for mercy. Bai Lang didn't say much, and with his right hand, he grabbed the man and broke his cervical vertebrae, severing his nerves, killing him very quickly. "There wasn't much time to begin with. There was a noise from the moment I broke the window, plus the gunshots. Even if Thailand's security is bad and the police are corrupt, they should have arrived in about twenty minutes. It's time to leave."
Bai Lang hesitated for a while at the pistols, "Should I take the guns with me?" As for the clothes on his body, he could change them in time, after all, they were stained with blood. In the end, Bai Lang just washed his hands and changed into 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 a Walther PPK, no wonder the bullets are limited..." The gun was small and exquisite, and Bai Lang took away most of the bullets he found.
Bai Lang walked out of the room - none of the neighbors dared to stick their heads out to look, so Bai Lang went downstairs easily and left quickly from the front door of the house. At this time, the police had not arrived yet . Should we continue to kill those who ordered the killing? Bai Lang thought about this later.
What he didn't know was that the power of this pistol was much greater than he imagined. Although it was a small and exquisite pistol, it fired 7.65mm pistol bullets, but its stopping effect on unarmored targets was very strong. "Palm Thunder" was the nickname of this gun. And he could make the bullet stuck, which showed that the power of the Golden Bell Cover was close to that of a bulletproof vest. Bai Lang's kung fu was indeed the best in this world.
Six people died, which is a big case even in Thailand, but they couldn't catch Bai Lang at all. Even now, they don't know what Bai Lang looks like - they can't even issue a wanted order. A person like Bai Lang can run a hundred miles overnight after performing Qinggong, and Thailand's low level of social surveillance allows Bai Lang to take public transportation as he pleases. On the morning of the third day, Bai Lang had arrived in Bangkok, the largest city in Thailand. "We should be able to find a way to sneak here - but where to go? "
"Actually, it doesn't matter if I don't smuggle. I can practice martial arts here as well. As for money, the worst that can happen is I can cause trouble for those doing illegal business." Bai Lang thought. He quite liked the atmosphere of life here. Overall, Thailand gave him a better feeling than Japan.
It is difficult to make further progress in this world after practicing martial arts to this level. The next step is to constantly hone my boxing skills, and strive to bring forth something new under the current circumstances. At least I need to practice my proficiency to the limit, and turn the luck method of practicing the Golden Bell Cover into instinct. I also need to incorporate the 32-move long fist into my daily walking, sitting and lying down, and strive to practice martial arts without showing off on weekdays.
Because apart from this, Bai Lang couldn't think of anything else to do - of course he could waste his time eating, drinking and having fun in this world, but if he did that, it would be hard to say what would happen if he traveled back. Maybe he wouldn't meet a master who would take his life at will? Anyway, if there came a day when he felt that he had not done his best, he would not be willing to die. Besides, Bai Lang didn't want to die at all.
Then he would hide in Thailand. With the standard of Southeast Asian countries, he was as stable as a rock here. "That gambling group shouldn't come looking for me unless they want to die - besides, it's not that I underestimate them, it's probably almost impossible for them to find me." The police here only have this much ability, let alone brothers. In this way, Bai Lang settled down in Bangkok. He would go to the temple to hang out after practicing on weekdays. "My body seems to have stopped growing after practicing the first level of the Golden Bell Cover?" After practicing martial arts to this level, Bai Lang has made great progress in mastering the subtle details of his body.
Bai Lang thought about this situation and felt that it was quite normal - the voice probably didn't expect the owner to die of old age while searching for something after a few times...
