Chapter 242

Wang Yong's ears stirred, discerning the direction of Xu Zian's escape, and then rushed out of the door.

In the lane where you turn left and right, you sprint continuously, reaching for a climb from time to time, like an ape crossing the low wall and directly appearing at another corner.

Soon, Wang Yong saw Xu Zian running away.

This is the last section of Mie street. Unlike the previous seven turns and eight turns, the pen goes straight to the bustling Chengnan street.

The streets are full of cars, and there are many people who have just come out for a walk.

If Xu Zian escapes to the street, Wang Yong will have no chance to kill Xu Zian.

"Xu Zian, where are you going?" Wang Yong suddenly gave a big drink.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the breath of the big ball burst out. It was like the roar of a Buddhist lion. He could even see a faint white air running through the air like a sword.

This is another use of the dark force, just used on the sound.

The amplified sound rumbled in the air and reached Xu Zian's ears in an instant.

Xu Zian's hasty running steps suddenly stagnated, just like he was drunk. He staggered under his feet and fell to the ground.

There is an upper limit for the decibel of sound that can be accepted by the human ear. When the upper limit is exceeded, the vestibule of the inner ear, which is responsible for body balance, will lose its function and affect people's walking and standing.

It's hard to maintain such violent movements as running, so Xu Zian fell down.

But the effect was limited. Xu Zian immediately stood up and looked at the flow of people in front of him. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he ran away.

It's less than 20 meters away from the street. As long as he runs over the 20 meters, he can live!

Wang Yong certainly knows this, but he is still far away from Xu Zian. It's too late to catch up.

In a hurry, I suddenly saw a string of wind chimes hanging on the wall next to me. A half meter long copper pipe was inserted in the wall. The wind chimes swayed with the wind and made a pleasant sound.

With a click, Wang Yong reached out and pulled out the wind chime. No matter what, he threw it at Xu Zian's back.

Whoosh!

Like a bow with an arrow, Wang Yong's body is bent into an extremely curved bow. His strength suddenly bursts out, and the wind chime flies forward like a meteor.

The air whimpered through the copper tube, but the wind chimes hanging on the copper tube were still. There was no sound until the sound came into Xu Zian's body.

"Well!" Xu Zian snorted. Driven by Wang Yong's huge throwing power, he rushed forward.

Putong fell down on the street. A string of wind chimes swayed from the shoulder blade on his back. A stream of blood seeped out and dyed the nearest bell red.

Xu Zian used both hands and feet, just like the victims climbing out of the mine cave, moving little by little to the South Street of the city.

While climbing, he cried: "help! Help

Several walkers immediately gathered around when they heard the cry, but they all stood up and did not dare to do anything to help.

What if it's porcelain bumping? What if they were sent to the hospital and blackmailed?

Wang Yong looked at the scene from a distance, and a touch of pity flashed in his eyes.

It's only one step short of killing Xu Zian. I didn't expect that the boy had such a strong will to survive. At the end of the day, he crawled to the street and deliberately attracted a group of people to watch.

How dare Wang Yong kill in full view of the public? Can only helplessly shake his head, turned into the night.

At this time, Xu Zian was lying on the ground looking behind him. When he saw Wang Yong's figure disappear, he took a breath.

Today's life was saved. He never thought that Wang Yong was so terrible. He took four men with guns, but they couldn't stop him. He was beaten by Wang Yong in an instant.

Wei Jin, who called for reinforcements, was even more unbearable. He blew very hard, but he didn't even get ten moves under Wang Yong's hands. Is this the same Wang Yong who was hanged by Yao Xingyuan?

Only a few days later, how can Wang Yong not only recover from his injury, but also greatly increase his ability?

Xu Zian didn't understand.

But now it doesn't matter if he can figure it out. The important thing is that he wrote down the hatred. Sooner or later, he will peel Wang Yong alive, making him miserable to die. Even if he is a ghost, he will tremble at the thought of Xu Zian.

"Can I help you, sir?" Finally, someone came up and asked Xu Zian.

But Xu Zian's strong sense of killing in his eyes surprised the man back a few steps.

Xu Zian took out his wallet from his pocket and threw out a bunch of money.

"Take me to the hospital. It's all your money."

Under the stimulation of money and the confirmation that Xu Zian didn't touch the porcelain on purpose, people carried Xu Zian to the car and sent him to the hospital.

Bai Jing's residence in Mie street.

As soon as Wang Yong came back to the yard, he smelled a strong smell of blood in the air, as if he had entered the slaughterhouse.

Wang Yong's brow was wrinkled. Before he left, he didn't have so much blood.

Wang Yong, one of Xu Zian's subordinates, didn't kill him. Although Wei Jin died, he had internal injuries, not so bloody.

What happened?

And there was no sign of Bai Jing at the scene.

As soon as he entered the room, Wang Yong was stunned by the scene.

See Bai Jing is holding a gun in the body of a few people who did not die to fill the bullet, originally still have some breath of life of a few people suddenly body twitch, completely dead.

Blood is flowing all over the room. Bai Jing's clothes are splashed with blood. It looks terrible.

"What are you doing?" Wang Yong asked in amazement.

Bai Jing turned around and saw that it was Wang Yong. Then she faded her vigilance and replied, "these people are future troubles. Since you can't do it, I'll do it. Killing one person is killing, killing ten people is killing. Can't we wait for them to be discovered by the police and reveal our identity? "

Wang Yong instinctively frowned. Although he felt that Bai Jing was cruel in doing so, he could not say anything to blame. After all, Bai Jing is also for his good.

Bai Jing walks around with a gun and confirms that there is no live one. Then he dropped the gun on the ground, took out some cards from the drawer, put them in his pocket and walked out of the room.

"Throw that big man's body into the house, too." Bai Jing told Wang Yong.

"Do you want to create a scene where black and astringent people will fight?" Wang Yong immediately understood Bai Jing's idea.

Wei Jin is a famous gangster in Suzhou city. If he died here, with so many guns, the police will definitely investigate in the direction of "black and astringent will fight".

"Yes." Bai Jing said, and put forward a barrel of gasoline from the side room.

Sprinkle a little bit to the house. After Wang Yong throws Wei Jin's body into the house, Bai Jing takes out a lighter, carefully lights a rag and throws it in.

Boom!

As soon as the rag touched the gasoline, a foot high flame appeared. The flame instantly ignited the gasoline spilled in the whole room, and the flames spread and engulfed the whole house.

And a few bodies in the fire were burned and sat up from the ground, as if they were resurrected.

Wang Yong knows that this is just a normal physiological reaction. Crematorium in the burning of the body of the dead often encounter this situation, the first time to see will be afraid, see more also used to.

This wooden house is easy to catch fire, and it burns quickly when it is deliberately ignited.

There was a burning smell in the air, and a pungent smell of blood.

Wang Yong looked at this situation, this scene suddenly a Leng, but let him think of a tragic scene he saw in a certain area.

That time, as now, the flames burned countless bodies. The difference is that the body was burned from beginning to end, but now it is burned after death.

At that time, there was a conflict between the two turbulent small countries, and the two sides had a big fight, and even one side directly used the power.

A kind of bomb that uses solid gasoline combustion as its killing force, also known as nanopound bomb. The utility model belongs to the combustion mode which is filled with napalm and can emit high-temperature flame in case of explosion.

This thing is very vicious. After explosion, it will form a layer of flame and sputter around, emitting a high temperature of about 1000 degrees, and can stick to people and burn for a long time.

The tragedy after the explosion was extremely cruel. The napalm splashed on people's body is as thick and durable as pig ointment. If people slap with their hands, the more they slap, the bigger the fire will be. If they roll on the ground to put out the fire, the whole body will be full of fire. In addition, once there are more fires on people, people on the side should try to stay away from the people on fire, because it is easy for the people on fire to throw the burning oil on other people and form a secondary killing effect.

At that time, one third of the people in that battle died helping their comrades put out the fire.

Looking at the battlefield afterwards, there was only a burned corpse in the shape of a person. Even though Wang Yong was used to seeing dead people, he could not resist spitting it out on the spot.

And the leader of the small country who ordered the launch of * was still laughing and proud of his masterpiece.

At that time, Wang Yong felt that the leader was too cold-blooded.

In front of him, Bai Jing gave Wang Yong that feeling again after a few years.

The wounded were killed and burned. Wang Yong didn't expect that this charming looking woman could do such a thing.

"Let's go. The fire is going up. The police will be there soon." Bai Jing looked at the fire and said faintly.

It seems that the person who has experienced iron and blood at the moment is not Wang Yong, but her.

Wang Yong took back his thoughts and walked out of the yard one by one.

Deliberately shuttle in the alley, around a long way to get out from another alley on the street.

Bai Jing stood at the intersection and said to Wang Yong, "thank you for saving me today. I know that it's too false to say that the kindness of dripping water and Yongquan is rewarded. I have no ability to save you. But I still appreciate it. Let's say goodbye. I'll find a snakehead to sneak out of the country. In case today's affairs can't be covered, just push me. I don't think Xu Zian will make any noise there. After all, he has human lives on his hands. "

After experiencing a life and death, Bai Jing is like a changed person. Not only did the courage grow, but also the mind became cold and clear.

Wang Yong nodded and said nothing.

He didn't want to know which country Bai Jing was going to, and he didn't want to say anything polite.

The two were originally two duckweeds in the wind and rain. They bumped into each other by chance, and the root system became entangled. The entanglement is untied, or each side is scattered, no longer related.

This is life, this is cause and effect.

If you are infected with "cause", you will end up with "result".