Chapter 882

This was very troublesome. There were only a few entrances and exits to this house, and the internal space was not small. The size of the transom window definitely couldn't allow a person to enter—Bai Lang didn't know the bone-shrinking technique. There were no windows in this house, just transom windows and ventilation fans, and of course, air conditioning was installed. "Not easy to handle." For a moment, Bai Lang couldn't decide what to do. He wasn't Ethan Hunt or Jason Bourne, and he simply didn't know how to ferret out the two target figures he needed in this situation.

Rushing in and killing, killing, killing was probably the stupidest behavior. Bai Lang now wanted to pretend to be an audience and go in, which was probably impossible—as a former member of the fighters, he knew very well that these guests all came in with invitations, and now it seemed obvious that the venue was closed—that is, if any more guests came, they wouldn't be let in. In this case, impersonation was impossible, and he could only try to lurk outside to see if he could wait for these two people to appear.

From the leader responsible for the drug trafficking line, Bai Lang confirmed that these two would definitely appear, but he also knew that as time passed, these two 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 penetrated the first level of the Golden Bell Shield, not a super expert who could fly high and low and was almost equivalent to an immortal or Buddha. If these two people left, Bai Lang really had no way to continue finding them—because there was no doubt that these two people would cut off possible contact with Bai Lang at the first opportunity. 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 development of the situation seemed to be indeed like this. No one came in or out, but Bai Lang felt that his action was very likely to fail—he had this premonition. After continuing to sit for a few minutes and hearing the sound waves coming from inside due to the boxing match—the doors were tightly closed, and the sound was actually very low. Bai Lang stood up very decisively. He was ready to leave directly. It seemed that Thailand could not be stayed in. Bai Lang was ready to go to other places along the Mekong River.

On the Mekong River, there were many Chinese cargo ships. They often transported fruits or rice from Southeast Asia to China. And because Bai Lang still retained his Chinese ID card to prove his identity, and because he had money, a cargo ship called Yuhua 3 was willing to send him to Myanmar. Just like this, Bai Lang took a little simple luggage and lived on the ship. This ship was transporting mangoes and bananas, which were ordered by domestic merchants and then transported by them.

As a guest, Bai Lang watched the crew working on the upper deck, using a crane to send boxes of fruit into the hold. And at this time, Thai uniformed personnel with weapons came over. They 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 repeatedly. These uniformed personnel left soon. Bai Lang couldn't ask what happened—anyway, he would get off the ship when he reached somewhere in Myanmar, and if there was really anything, he would talk about it then.

Because he had also heard during this time that armed addictive drug trafficking groups in Thailand and Myanmar often used cargo ships on the Mekong River for smuggling and trafficking. This kind of thing was probably quite common—there was the Golden Triangle in Myanmar, which had always been considered a disaster area. As for such inferior countries in Southeast Asia, was it a big deal for officials and bandits to collude in trafficking addictive drugs? Especially since Thailand and Myanmar were both military government countries, and there were various warlords.

The ship set sail, going upstream along the Mekong River. This mother river of Southeast Asia had a large flow, and the fields on both sides were continuous, which was quite beautiful. Bai Lang couldn't practice fist and foot on this ship, so he adopted static kung fu to practice. Of course, he would move a little bit—this time he practiced fist techniques in a small space, with small movements, belonging to close-quarters short-range fist and foot techniques, which could be practiced in his own cabin.

About at the border between Thailand and Myanmar, Bai Lang heard the sound of a speedboat approaching on this day. Looking out from his porthole, it seemed to be a speedboat of the Thai military, but it didn't seem to be, anyway, it was some armed personnel in military uniforms. These people shouted and wanted to board the ship, perhaps for inspection? Bai Lang pushed open his cabin door and walked out. He immediately saw the captain in the bridge wheelhouse, and the first mate was negotiating with those people—the situation looked very bad because the first mate's face was livid.

Bai Lang could also understand a lot. Of course, he understood the first mate sternly refusing the demands of these people, "demanding to transport certain items..." Looking at the appearance of those armed personnel, Bai Lang already felt a murderous aura. So he moved first.

In this kind of thing, it's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't. Although these people looked like they were really Thai soldiers, it was perfectly normal for them to collude with the group to smuggle drugs. And if they wanted to take action, Bai Lang didn't dare to bet that they would let him go, not to mention that he had always been very disgusted with this kind of thing. With a "thud" explosion, everyone was startled, and those few soldiers almost misfired. Everyone looked in the direction where the sound came from—all this took only a fraction of a second.

This was Bai Lang stomping on the deck to add force and using the Grass Flying skill—this lightness skill had already been integrated into his Golden Bell Shield and the true meaning of the Tiger Form. At this moment, the situation could no longer be called Grass Flying, because that kind of light and drifting feeling following the wind had given way to the feeling of a fierce tiger arriving with the wind. Clouds follow the dragon and wind follows the tiger. Accompanied by a sudden evil wind, Bai Lang had already crossed the deck distance of more than ten meters in this fraction of a second, and directly swept out with one claw.

This claw was full of momentum, and with one grab, it grabbed the chest and abdomen of the armed personnel in front. At this time, Bai Lang's other hand also grabbed out, directly giving the person in front of him a big peeling, and at the same time, his hand shrank and pulled off the person's assault rifle—of course, the strap had been torn off. Bai Lang had never played with this weapon. He pulled the trigger but couldn't fire, "Damn safety! What kind of broken gun is this? 95?" In fact, this was an Israeli TAR-21 rifle, which indeed looked a bit like a 95.

He couldn't study how to open the safety, otherwise he would become a sieve. Bai Lang suddenly gave a violent shout, channeled internal force to his throat, and gave a tiger roar. He immediately felt the hot metallic taste and pain in his throat, but this violent shout indeed shocked the people here—even on the river banks on both sides, a large number of birds flew up. And Bai Lang didn't care about the pain in his throat at all, directly used this momentum to unfold his figure and lunge, and kicked out in the air, directly shattering the soldier's skull in front of him. ===== CHAPTER 883 =====