Chapter 28
This is very troublesome. There are only a few entrances and exits in this house. The internal space is not small, and the air vents are definitely not big enough for people to enter - Bai Lang does not have the skill of shrinking bones. This house has no windows, just air vents and ventilation fans, and of course air conditioning. "It's not easy." For a moment, Bai Lang was not sure what to do. He was not Ethan Hunt or Jason Bourne, and he had no idea how to find the two targets he needed in this situation.
Rushing in to kill and kill would probably be the stupidest thing to do. Even if Bai Lang wanted to pretend to be a spectator, it would probably be impossible - as a former boxer, he knew very well that these guests entered with invitations, and now it seemed obvious that the studio was closed - that is, if there were more guests, they would not be allowed in. In this case, pretending to be someone else was impossible, and he could only try to lurk outside and see if he could wait for the two men to show up.
From the leader in charge of drug trafficking, Bai Lang confirmed that these two people would definitely show up, but he also knew that as time passed , these two people could leave early at any time - and Bai Lang couldn't guarantee whether there was a secret passage in this place. He was just a martial artist who had passed the first level of the Golden Bell Cover, not a super master who was almost equal to immortals and Buddhas. If these two people left, Bai Lang really had no way to find them - because there was no doubt that these two people would cut off any possible contact with Bai Lang as soon as possible. The simplest way was to isolate the people Bai Lang might know, send them away or simply kill them.
Bai Lang sat cross-legged under a tree outside the house. The situation seemed to be developing in this way. No one came in or out, but Bai Lang felt that his action was likely to fail - he had this premonition. After sitting for a few minutes, he heard the sound of boxing inside - the door was closed, and the sound was actually very low. Bai Lang stood up decisively. He was ready to leave directly. It seemed that he could not stay in Thailand. Bai Lang was ready to go to other places along the Mekong River.
There are many Chinese cargo ships on the Mekong River, which often transport fruits or rice from Southeast Asia to China. Because Bai Lang still has a Chinese ID card to prove his identity and has money, a cargo ship called Yuhua 3 is willing to take him to Myanmar. In this way, Bai Lang took a few simple luggage and lived on the ship. The ship transported mangoes and bananas, which were transported by domestic merchants after being ordered.
As a guest, Bai Lang was on the upper deck watching the crew working below, using a crane to deliver boxes of fruit into the cabin. At this time, armed Thai uniformed personnel came over and said something to the captain who was supervising on the side. Bai Lang didn't hear it, but he could see the captain shaking his head. These uniformed personnel left quickly, and Bai Lang didn't ask what happened - anyway, he would get off the ship when he arrived somewhere in Myanmar, and if there was anything, he would talk about it later.
Because he had heard that armed drug trafficking groups in Thailand and Myanmar often used cargo ships on the Mekong River to smuggle and sell drugs. This kind of thing was probably quite common. There was the Golden Triangle in Myanmar, which had always been a disaster area. As for such a low-quality country in Southeast Asia, would it be a big deal for officials and bandits to collude to sell addictive drugs? Especially since Thailand and Myanmar were actually military governments, with various military leaders.
The boat started, going upstream along the Mekong River. This mother river of Southeast Asia has a large flow, and the fields on both sides are quite beautiful. It is not easy for Bai Lang to practice boxing on this boat, so he uses static exercises to practice, of course, he also has some small movements - this time he is practicing boxing in a small space, with small movements, belonging to close-range short-range boxing and kicking, which can be practiced in his own cabin.
Around the border of Thailand and Myanmar, Bai Lang heard the sound of a speedboat approaching. From his porthole, it seemed to be a Thai military speedboat, but it didn't seem to be, anyway, it was some armed personnel in military uniforms. These people were rushing to board the ship, perhaps for a surprise inspection? Bai Lang pushed open his cabin door and walked out. He immediately saw the captain in the bridge cabin, and the first mate was negotiating with those people - it seemed that the situation was not good, because the first mate's face was livid.
Bai Lang could understand a lot, and of course he understood the first mate's stern rejection of these people's request, "Requesting to transport certain items..." Looking at the armed men, Bai Lang already felt a murderous aura. So he moved first.
It's better to believe it than not. Although these people seem to be Thai soldiers, it's completely normal to say that they are colluding with the group to smuggle drugs. If they want to do it, Bai Lang dare not bet that they will let him go, not to mention that he always hates this kind of thing. There was a loud bang, and everyone was startled. The soldiers almost fired their guns. Everyone looked at the direction where the sound came from. All this took only a few tenths of a second.
This is Bai Lang stomping his foot on the deck to perform Flying on the Grass - this light skill has been integrated into his Golden Bell Cover and Tiger Form True Meaning. At this moment, it can no longer be called Flying on the Grass, because the feeling of lightness and elegance following the wind has given way to the feeling of a tiger riding the wind. Clouds follow the dragon and wind follows the tiger. With a sudden gust of evil wind, Bai Lang has crossed the deck distance of more than ten meters in a few tenths of a second and swept out with one claw.
This claw was so powerful that it grabbed the chest and abdomen of the armed man in front of him. At this time, Bai Lang also grabbed with his other hand and cut the man in front of him. At the same time, he pulled back his hand and pulled off the man's assault rifle - of course, the strap had been torn off. Bai Lang had never played with this weapon before. He pulled the trigger but it didn't fire, "Damn safety! What kind of broken gun is this? Type 95?" In fact, this is an Israeli TAR-21 rifle, which does look a bit like Type 95.
You can't study to open the safety, otherwise you will become a sieve. Bai Lang suddenly shouted, and the internal force was transported to his throat like a tiger roar. He immediately felt the burning metal taste and pain in his throat, but this shout really shocked the people here - even on the river banks on both sides, a large number of birds flew up. Bai Lang didn't care about the pain in his throat at all, and directly took advantage of this momentum to spread his body and pounced forward, kicking out in the air, directly kicking the soldier in front of him and breaking his head.
