Chapter 29
Killing the soldiers in front of him with one strike did not mean that Bai Lang and the crew were out of danger - these soldiers were not those bumpkin security guards, they were scattered and naturally formed a formation that could cover each other, and the most important thing was that the distance between them was kept so that they would not be all destroyed by a grenade. This slowed down Bai Lang's speed of killing them - if it was a few tenths of a second, they might not be able to react in time, but in one second, these people would definitely be able to react.
Fortunately, Bai Lang roared, and as a result, even if these people had time to react, they were now dizzy and unable to move, which gave Bai Lang one last chance. He finally opened the safety and fired a burst of bullets - because the bullpup with a center of gravity at the back was easier to control, and Bai Lang had strong arm strength and body control, so except for the first shot which landed on the test point, the other bullets hit all the living soldiers present very accurately.
It was exactly a semi-arc shape, and about half of the bullet was fired. All the soldiers were lying on the ground twitching - basically, these were death twitches. Bai Lang controlled the landing point and still shot very accurately. "Killing people is still the fastest with a gun... martial arts are outdated." Bai Lang said the truth. With his current martial arts, at this distance, using a gun is really the most efficient way to kill people - he can control the recoil, and martial arts training has given him sharp ears, eyes, and body coordination. Isn't this the best soldier template...
Not to mention the great strength brought by the Golden Bell Cover and the toughness of muscles and bones, which is equivalent to the bonus of an ordinary bulletproof vest... Thinking of this, Bai Lang shook his head, "I originally wanted to practice martial arts, but ended up practicing 'hidden weapon' skills... Forget it, this is better." However, the captain and crew members on the boat were terrified. Although they had heard a lot of those things while making a living on this river, it was still very scary to see several people being killed with their own eyes.
The first mate didn't know what to say. Those soldiers were indeed threatening him and asking him to take some goods upstream and hand them over to another ship. The situation seemed quite dangerous, but according to the first mate's experience, if he paid a little money, he should be able to make these soldiers stop and find other ships to do it - but who could have imagined that this guest would suddenly kill people, and kill so quickly and so cleanly.
The captain wanted to curse, and the first mate wanted to, too, but they didn't dare to. The first mate was close up, and the captain was high up and could see clearly. This guy really had the kind of martial arts that looked like those in TV shows and movies. Tearing off a person's chest ribs was as easy as peeling an orange, and kicking a person's head was as easy as kicking tofu. The tiger's roar had made the two men's ears buzz. Besides, the murderer was holding a gun...
Bai Lang also knew that he was the only one who could control the situation - "Don't just stand there, use the water gun to flush the deck, throw the dead body into the water, and throw away the guns. Then we'll leave quickly. Don't be afraid, you continue your journey, I'll get off the boat when I get to the destination - you can call the police, but I suggest it's better to report to the police of our motherland. The people in this place are not trustworthy." He kicked a corpse into the water and threw the gun in his hand into the water, signaling the crew members to move quickly.
He was not afraid of them holding guns. These men were so weak that they could not aim at him even if they played with guns. And they were all scared. They started working immediately after Bai Lang said so. The bodies of the soldiers were thrown into the river. The catfish in the Mekong River would help to gnaw them beyond recognition. Then all the weapons were thrown into the water - these things were troublesome. Once they were found out, it would be a big deal. As for the speedboat that the soldiers were riding, the driver died in the position, and Bai Lang stomped the bottom of the boat with one foot, breaking the keel. The river water quickly poured into the hull, and the speedboat began to sink.
The boat started again, and Bai Lang knew that he probably wouldn't be able to stay on the boat for long, but he couldn't leave yet. "At least I have to wait until we get to Myanmar, and if possible, maybe I can get a speedboat."
The situation was the same. The atmosphere on the boat was very tense. Everyone was afraid of Bai Lang, who killed people as easily as eating and drinking water - even if he killed Thai soldiers. There was no way. If you didn't care much before, after seeing Bai Lang kill people, you would think of Bai Lang as a tiger in human form. Bai Lang was practicing the true meaning of tiger form. At this moment, he was holding a sharp weapon and had the desire to kill. He had not yet mastered his mind, so sometimes he would reveal some murderous intent - which was even more frightening.
Fortunately, before the crew members on the ship went crazy with fear, they didn't even dare to call the police, even though Bai Lang had told them to, for fear that the tiger-like man in front of them would go back on his word and kill the person who called the police. Before they went crazy with fear, members of the Burmese drug trafficking group appeared. Compared with the military and police personnel on the Thai side, the Burmese people in front of them were mostly private armed groups, and their equipment and skills were far inferior to those of the Thai soldiers.
They were probably holding a 5-6-shot gun, and approached Yuhua 3 in a speedboat. Bai Lang did not come out, but half-crouched behind the side of the boat and observed. Bai Lang carefully looked at the people on the speedboat, and suddenly he shouted, "Everyone go back to the cabin! Get down! These people are going to attack!"
Sure enough, the Burmese armed personnel on the speedboat raised their weapons and began to fire at Yuhua 3. Fortunately, Bai Lang shouted, and almost everyone quickly lay on the deck. However, the hull of the freighter was no different from paper to the bullets of the five or six shots, and it could not stop the shooting at all. It was just because the opponent's height limited his vision, so fortunately, no one had been hit so far.
Bai Lang didn't have the weapons in his hands to reach them. To be honest, he regretted throwing away the rifles too early. He used his lightness and reaction to avoid the gunshots of those people, and quickly shuttled across the deck, trying to get close to the speedboat. "It's not realistic to attack from the air, it's better to attack from the water - fortunately I can swim. And I remember there was an episode of Mythbusters that tested bullets shooting at the water surface. It seems that as long as the depth is two meters underwater, most rifle and machine gun bullets are actually no longer lethal."
Bai Lang jumped into the water from the other side and dived quickly into the depths - he couldn't go around the bow of the boat or he would be hit by the boat. Yuhua 3 didn't stop the boat, nor would he go behind the boat to waste time. Instead, he went directly under the boat. He had a long breath and could stay in the water for a while.
