Chapter 883

Killing the soldier in front of him did not mean that Bai Lang and the crew were out of danger—these soldiers were not those bumpkin security guards; they scattered and naturally formed a formation that could cover each other. The most critical thing was that the distance between them was maintained so that they would not be wiped out by a single grenade. This made Bai Lang's speed of killing them a little slower—a fraction of a second might not be enough to react, but in one second, these people could definitely react.

Fortunately, Bai Lang gave such a shout, and the result was that even if these people had time to react, they were now dizzy and unable to move, which gave Bai Lang a final opportunity. He finally opened the safety and fired a burst—because the bullpup gun with a rear center of gravity was easier to control, plus Bai Lang's strong arm strength and body control ability, so except for the first shot which was a test, the other bullets accurately hit all the living soldiers on the scene.

It happened to be a semi-arc shape, and about half of the bullets were fired. And all the soldiers were twitching on the ground—basically, this was the twitching of death. Bai Lang, who controlled the landing point, still shot quite accurately. "Killing people is still fastest with a gun... martial arts are already outdated." Bai Lang said the truth. With his current martial arts, at this distance, using a gun is indeed the most efficient way to kill—he can control the recoil, and practicing martial arts has given him sharp ears and eyes and body coordination, which is the best soldier template...

Not to mention the addition of the great strength brought by the Golden Bell Shield and the toughness of muscles and bones equivalent to an ordinary bulletproof vest... Thinking of this, Bai Lang also shook his head, "I wanted to practice a set of martial arts, but I ended up practicing a set of 'hidden weapon' kung fu... Forget it, forget it, this is also good." However, the captain and crew on the ship were scared to death. Although they had heard a lot about those things while making a living on this river, seeing a few people killed like this was still very scary.

The first mate didn't know what to say. Those soldiers were indeed threatening him, asking him to take some goods upstream to hand over to another ship. The situation seemed to be 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 thought that this guest would suddenly kill people, and kill so fast and so cleanly.

The captain wanted to scold, and the first mate wanted to, but they didn't dare—the first mate was at close range and the captain saw it clearly from a high position. This guest really had that kind of martial arts like in TV series and movies. Tearing off a person's chest ribs was as easy as peeling an orange peel, and shattering a person's head was like shattering tofu, and that tiger roar made the ears of these two people buzz until now. Besides, this fierce man was still holding a gun in his hand...

Bai Lang also knew that the situation could only be controlled by him—"Don't stand there stupidly, use a water gun to flush the deck, throw the dead into the water, don't want the guns either, and then let's go quickly. Don't be afraid, you continue the voyage, I will get off the ship when I reach the place—you can call the police, but I suggest reporting to the police of the motherland. People in this place are not trustworthy." He kicked a corpse into the water casually, threw the gun in his hand into the water by the way, and signaled the crew to move quickly.

He was not afraid of them taking the gun. These people had floating steps, and even if they played with guns, they couldn't aim at him. And they were all scared. As soon as Bai Lang spoke, they immediately worked. The soldiers' corpses were thrown into the river water, and the catfish in the Mekong River would help gnaw them beyond recognition, and then all the weapons were also thrown into the water—these things were trouble, and once found out, there would be big things. And the speedboat that the soldiers took, the driver died in his position, and Bai Lang stomped the bottom of the boat, stepped on the keel, and the river water quickly poured into the hull, and the speedboat began to sink.

The ship set sail again, and Bai Lang also knew that he probably couldn't stay on the ship for long, but he couldn't leave yet. "At least wait until I reach Myanmar, and if possible, maybe I can get a speedboat."

The situation was also like this. The atmosphere on the ship was very tense, and everyone was very afraid of Bai Lang, who killed people like eating and drinking—even if he killed Thai soldiers. There was no way. If they didn't care much before, after seeing Bai Lang kill people, looking at Bai Lang again was like a human-shaped tiger. And Bai Lang practiced the true meaning of the Tiger Form, and at this moment, it was also the time when he had sharp weapons and murderous intentions. His control over his own mind had not reached the level of perfection, so sometimes there would be some murderous intent revealed—this made people even more afraid.

Fortunately, not long after, before the crew on the ship were scared crazy—they didn't even dare to call the police, even though Bai Lang had already told them to call the police, for fear that the man like a tiger in front of them would go back on his word and kill the person who called the police. Before they were scared crazy, members of the addictive drug trafficking group in Myanmar appeared—compared with the military and police personnel on the Thai side, the Burmese in front of them were mostly that kind of private armed group, and their equipment and skills were far from comparable to those Thai soldiers.

What they were holding in their hands should be 56-type assault rifles, and they approached Yuhua 3 in a speedboat. Bai Lang didn't show his head, but squatted behind the ship's side to observe. Bai Lang carefully looked at the people on this speedboat, and suddenly he shouted, "Everyone go back to the cabin! Lie down! These people are going to take action!"

Sure enough, the armed personnel in Myanmar on the speedboat raised the weapons in their hands and began to strafe Yuhua 3. Fortunately, Bai Lang shouted, and basically everyone lay on the deck quickly. However, the hull of the cargo ship was no different from paper to the bullets of the 56-type assault rifle, and it couldn't block the strafing at all. It was just because the line of sight was limited by the height of the other party, so luckily no one had been hit yet.

Bai Lang didn't have a weapon that could reach them in his hand. To be honest, he regretted throwing the rifles too early. He used his lightness skill and reaction to avoid the direction of the other party's muzzle, quickly shuttling on the deck, trying to get close to the speedboat. "Lunging from the air is not realistic, it's better to go into the water and attack from the water—fortunately, I can swim. And I remember that an episode of MythBusters tested bullets shooting at the water surface. It seems that as long as it is at a depth of two meters underwater, the bullets of most rifles and machine guns have actually lost their lethality."

Bai Lang jumped into the water from the other side and dived quickly to the deep place—he couldn't go around from the bow, that would be hit by the ship, this Yuhua 3 didn't stop, and he wouldn't go from the stern, that would waste time, but directly went under the ship's bottom. His breath was long, and he could persist in the water for a period of time. ===== CHAPTER 884 =====