Chapter 94 The King of Mountains

Wang Chan's body was like the wind. Suddenly, he shot in the dark and killed two people in an instant. Then he did not stop at his feet. He jumped, and the dragon-shaped palms pierced his palms. His palms patted out of thin air. With a snap, he slapped a heavily armed soldier directly into his chest with the helmet above his head. The force is strong, just like a diamond pestle.

And after only a few blinks of an eye, while the three lives disappeared, the Lin mercenaries who had experienced many battles in the field also reacted at this time. The remaining three people fired almost at the same time. The bullets in the three directions were as dense as raindrops and poured down.

However, Wang Chan was prepared for a long time. After killing three people in a row with lightning speed, he was immediately short in a flash. Then he was still a figure more than five feet high just now. He suddenly shrank like a baby, as if he had suddenly disappeared in place. Before the three people pulled the trigger, he was already in shape. It swirled like the wind, and suddenly rushed forward against the ground.

Xue Ding, the master of Xingyi Boxing in the Republic of China, was good at monkey-shaped and practiced to the extreme. When he fought with people, he often shrank, and the figure disappeared. The monk's father-in-law was confused and couldn't find anyone. He was so fast that he was the best in the world.

This is what many old martial artists often said later that the shape of a monkey can make people lost.

Although Wang Chan has not practiced the shape of monkey shape, he has now achieved great internal and external kung fu. He is full of muscles and bones, strong as steel, soft as cotton, between movements and static, the hair and receiving and moving, as if he has been practicing bone shrinking and bone for more than ten or twenty years. The bones of his whole body can expand and shrink to a certain extent, as if Like the "two wings through arms" in the arm fist, after practicing to the highest level, you can exchange the length of the left and right hands with your mind, and the growth will be reduced.

Under this move, his figure shrank violently. In the eyes of outsiders, it was like an adult who suddenly turned into a child, less than two feet tall, and then was hidden by the night. Suddenly, the remaining three old hot mercenaries were stunned, almost thinking that he had encountered some kind of dirty things in the mountain forest in the middle of the night. There was a sense of insm.

At the same time, bullets on his head swayed by, and Wang Chan had no intention of leaving his hand at all! Naturally, he knew that these people's intention was to kill themselves by any means. On the battlefield, especially with these soldiers with guns and cannons, every second of delay is equivalent to putting themselves in danger.

In the dark, every time you kill one person, you give yourself a chance to live.

These people are not boxers and martial artists, and now they are not competing in martial arts, but ** naked killing!

There is no reason to say!!!

So, at the moment when the remaining three mercenaries shot crazily, Wang Chanren rushed forward and rushed six or seven meters away from the ground in a blink of an eye. He leaned against the mountain, and his body suddenly bumped into the arms of the mercenary closest to him.

Although the mercenary is fully armed, wearing a special bulletproof vest on his upper body, and there are more than three layers of steel wires gathered into a net inside the clothes, which can block the bullets from piercing, but Wang Chan's fit collision, and the strength of the eight-pole killing move was exerted by him to the fullest. The shoulder hit a little bit, and the powerful power also implied "the other side of the mountain" The inner family of "hit the cow" is full of energy. The work is transmitted from the partition, and the touch is about to explode. Under the impact, all the bones of the man's chest are immediately smashed into pieces.

It was like a pop of beans, with a crackling sound, and then the whole body also spewed out mud-like internal organs out of thin air, flying flat from the ground. If it didn't fall to the ground, the person would die.

At the same time, Wang Chanren also moved. His body was close to the mercenary's body and hurriedly followed. As soon as he landed, the two tiger claws were one point. The air was torn like a whistle, like two large iron hooks, and it was not allowed to cross the throat trachea of the remaining two mercenaries.

At this time, both of them also aimed their guns at Wang Chan. They landed on the trigger and were about to fire, but suddenly had a pain in their throat. Then a large amount of air was poured directly into the trachea. The whole neck was torn off in half, blood gushing, and the strength of the whole body suddenly disappeared.

Seeing Wang Chan standing in front of him, showing his true face, the two people could not even pull the trigger. Then they were pushed by Wang Chan casually, and suddenly fell down like two wooden piles.

"There is another one!" With a sudden fold, Wang Chan will certainly not forget the "sniper" who is the biggest threat to him in this direction. These people are all awe-in-in-law. Obviously, all of them have human lives, and they are by no means three or five.

And these soldiers are all used to obeying the will of others. Under all kinds of training, regardless of good and evil, as long as one order comes down, they can kill people without even blinking their eyes. Compared with these people, especially the sniper hiding in the tree not far away, Wang Chan killed, I'm afraid that not even a fraction of him is enough.

Even if Wang Chan moves too fast, at such a close distance, it will always waste a few seconds for him to kill six people in a row, and these seconds are enough for the sniper to find the target and lock the target. Therefore, Wang Chan folded his body and immediately shrank his head. Sure enough, with a bang, a bullet stuck to his bald head. It exploded on the trunk behind him.

The time was not bad, as if it had been rehearsed in advance. As soon as the other party shot, Wang Chan's head shrank.

Hop! There was a low roar in Wang Chan's throat.

Roaring together, the mountains echoed, and the leaves in the mountain forest suddenly rustled, just like a tiger in the valley standing on the hill at the same time, roaring, the fishy wind, shaking the mountain forest, and the breath suddenly became ferocious.

On the roaring hills, dragons fly in the clouds.

Sniper rifles are not as good as ordinary pistols or semi-automatic rifles. They can be loaded with many bullets at a time and fired continuously. While improving the great power of firearms, the shortcomings of this kind of rifle are also obvious, that is, they have to reload the bullets after one shot. Too much time is wasted.

As soon as Wang Chan dodged a shot, he suddenly pounced on a tiger in place. In the blink of an eye, he rushed out 30 meters away. His whole body was like an old bear hitting a tree, and his hands patted violently on the tree. In an instant, this birch tree, which was as thick as the mouth of the largest sea bowl, broke. The figure on the tree, with an exclamation, fell down in a hurry. Before he fell to the ground, he was followed by Wang Chan and kicked out on the back of the waist, broke the spine of the dragon, and landed for his life.

"What the hell is going on! Did the A-3 team find the target?"

Killed all the seven mercenaries in front of him in one breath. He was about to step away, but Wang Chan only saw a red light flashing on the sniper's waist. Next, a man's angry roar came from it. Obviously, it was the loud sound of gunfire here just now, which had made the other party I know what happened here.

Someone immediately inquired by radio!!

However, they never thought that the combination of their two conventional tactical teams, together with an ace sniper, would be pulled out in just ten seconds, which was unimaginable in their previous wars.

"Are you from the Lin family?" Wang Chan picked up the caller on the dead body of the sniper in his hand and asked the device coldly. There were layers of murder in his voice.

"You are Wang Chan!" At the other end of the phone, the voice suddenly stopped, and then the man's violent voice suddenly identified Wang Chan's identity: "Sure enough, there is a way. So the children of my two teams have been killed by you... However, I promise that their death will not be in vain. You will go to hell to accompany them in a while!"

"Then come on!" A ferocious smile flashed on his lips. Wang Chan pinched the phone in his hand with five fingers, and was not talking to Andre on the opposite side.

At this time, if people want to kill you, you kill people, and everything is superfluous!

"Z..." A harsh electronic sound suddenly penetrated into his ear, and Andre's face turned red in an instant. "I promise, you will die miserably!" Wang Chan crushed the instrument on the call. The noise caused by the rebound of the electronic pulse signal was enough to make a normal person crazy. Andre banged and hit the cockpit of the helicopter. The crazy roar resounded through every corner within five kilometers through the infinite terminals.

"Wireless signal is locked, and all teams are fired!"

Just took two steps forward, bent over a dead body, and took out a three-edged thorn more than a foot long. After a sniper this morning, Wang Chan already knew how fierce this kind of short weapon equipped in the army was. Now in the night, there are many killings, and how many people did he have on the other side? I don't know that the life-and-death battle is imminent, of course, it will not stick to the form, pretend to be high, and even disdain to use weapons.

Although those guns are powerful, Wang Chan can't use them at all and doesn't want to use them. On the contrary, this kind of three-edged army thorn that can only be used to stab just suits his heart. In the dense forest, but with an inch of iron in his hand, his killing speed can also increase ten times, not to mention this kind of stabbing into the human body, which is basically lifeless. The murder weapon in the army of the road.

Just like this, he did not escape in time. In one sentence, he immediately exposed his goal. As soon as he pulled out the three-edged thorn, before he could take a look at it, he only heard a sound of the grass in all directions, and countless fire tongues spewed out at the same time hundreds of meters away.

Bullets came like rain, very suddenly, as if a storm was carrying a shower. From the moment the gunshot sounded, there was no pause after a blink of an eye. Countless shadows, leopards, galloped and jumped in the jungle, like hundreds of water lines across the calm water, shooting towards the place where Wang Chan was, shooting and approaching.

These people seemed to have eaten stimulants. As soon as they locked the target, they immediately bulged their strength and hit it hotly.

The team of more than 200 people was divided into 72 teams, as if at the beginning of the establishment of the Republic, when the Xiangxi suppressed bandits, the PLA soldiers adopted the tactics of "making dumplings" and "stretch their necks". The strategy of these mercenaries was obviously to use sand dunes to fight and steadily force Wang Chan into their encirclement. The latter shrinks little by little until it is killed.

"Damn it, there is only one person there, but seven of us have died! What on earth is this Wang Chan made of... Andre's voice sounded from a specific frequency band, "Lin, I can't help it. It won't go on like this. Our people are all precious assets. It takes 20 years for each of us to cultivate them. The money spent on them is almost equal to their weight. They will die in a meaningful frontal battlefield. You can't be killed so vaguely. Let's just use heavy weapons and rockets to blow up all his small mountains!"

"Andre, you have to calm down! Your idea doesn't work at all. This is China, not a mercenary battlefield in Africa, and it is also our capital. Any powerful firepower is stopped at the first time. Our Lin family doesn't want to treason, but just wants to kill Wang Chan. Even if all your people are dead, it's worth it!"

The voice paused again, and the middle-aged man surnamed Lin said calmly, "If you don't want your men to take risks, then ask them to let go of the east side. You drive Wang Chan to me like a sheep. When he is highly nervous and relaxes down, I will kill him with my own hands! Take his head to see the old man..."

"Good! Three to one to one, three to one! This damn guy, when you surround him, I will go down and see how he died with my own eyes. Andre is just an instructor of the secret mercenary of the Lin family, and he does not have complete command, so although he is resentful, he has to listen to the orders of the middle-aged man surnamed Lin.

At the moment, he had to pick up the caller and roar inside. He commanded the two helicopters and began to circle over Wang Chan, shooting the four thick and thick Neon lights straight to the ground, indicating Wang Chan's position at this time.

At this time, the middle-aged man surnamed Lin and four other people of different heights, old and young were quietly standing on a mountain bag thousands of meters away from Wang Chan. In fact, the identities of these people are the four famous martial artists in the capital left in the White Crane Hall during the day. A total of six of them were hired by Lin Yuanfang to protect him for three days, but they were touched into the door by Wang Zen God unconsciously and killed a corpse everywhere. It was two or three hours after they left that they found something wrong.

These four people have their own martial arts schools in Beijing. One is Song Shicheng, the master of Jingpai Xingyi Boxing, the other is Du Liansheng, the other is Liu Changhe, and the other is Liu Changjiang's brothers of the twins. They practice authentic Shaolin Boxing.

These four people are all face-headed figures in the martial arts circle of the capital. They are famous masters, but Wang Chan easily killed his employer under his eyes and killed two companions. Naturally, they can't hang on their faces. That's why they came with the middle-aged man surnamed Lin to settle accounts with Wang Chan and kill him to save it. Reputation.

"Do you want to drive me into the enough bag and make dumplings?"

The fierce gunfire lasted for five or six minutes. Wang Chan arrived at the first time and suddenly calmed down in his east direction. It seemed that there was a crack in it all of a sudden, and all the people moved to both sides. At the same time, the gunshots in the other three directions were more intense, and the shadows were more intense. The whole place is full of shadows.

Pocket tactics and dumpling-making tactics were all during the Anti-Japanese War decades ago. The middle [***] team adapted to local conditions and defeated the strong with the weak. The most commonly used tactics were even written in Taizu's "textbook" later. At that time, the old man was also inextricably linked to the Northeast Anti-Japanese Alliance. He defeated the devils with less to win more. That's a good trick.

Moreover, Wang Chan's martial arts were originally from the battlefield of war. Boxing is like the art of war. Such means are also reflected in boxing and martial arts. At a glance, he immediately saw the other party's intention clearly and clearly.

After another three or five minutes, the people and horses surrounded on three sides approached a lot, but the sound of gunfire suddenly became sparse. It seemed not as fierce as before. Obviously, it was an indiscriminate firing just now, which consumed a lot of bullets in the hands of this large group of mercenaries.

The power of any firearms and weapons must be reflected by matching bullets. Although the Lin family's mercenaries have rich experience in the battlefield, this operation is very special. They dare not carry too many weapons and bullets to carry out such a large-scale armed encirclement in the suburbs and mountains close to the capital. In addition, the logistics supplies can't keep up in the night, so everyone's bullets are counted. Once they are shot out, they will either rest in place and wait for supplies, or rely on the large number of people to force Wang Chan into the encirclement of those martial arts masters according to the original plan.

Let the middle-aged man surnamed Lin and four martial arts masters kill Wang Chan.

Suddenly, there were several bursts in the sky, and six flares cut through the night sky. The light was bright and snowed below for a moment. Just when Wang Chan was exposed in the dark again, he also clearly saw it. From the left and right directions behind him, it was like a ghost. One or two hundred mercenary soldiers groped over.

This time, the formation of the mercenaries has also changed. Instead of one team of one or three, one team, two teams in a group, but divided into three directions. On one side, there is a huge team of more than 70 people, scattered in the forest and pressed in a circular shape. The speed is not as fast as before, but it also forces Wang Chan to constantly shrink the area of swimming and dodge. .

"No more shooting, then it's my turn!"

Wang Chan is not an immortal. The sting bullet in the dark is the most dangerous. One or two hundred people joined hands to shoot and suppress it. Even with his skills, he could only temporarily avoid it and run away close to the ground. But at this time, he only heard the sound of gun behind him was sparse, and it was no longer a climate. He immediately turned over in place and drilled into the tree on one side with a thorn. Deep in the bushes, he stepped on the ground and rushed more than fifty steps. In a blink of an eye, he had slanted into a group of mercenaries at the edge.

How fast he was, rushing into the crowd like a whirlwind. With the illumination bomb above his head, under the instant touch, the three-edging army thorn in Wang Chan's hand popped! Puff! Puff! A series of horizontally pierced the necks of three mercenaries, and the sound of blood flowing out was like mountain spring water flowing.

No one can imagine how horrible it is when a martial artist who is at the peak of boxing martial arts tries his best to kill people. With Wang Zen's demon-like staggered body, every time he raises his hand, a blood pillar sprays into the sky from the neck of a mercenary. The fountain-like sound of water was accompanied by the wailing of fragile life and the muffled sound of the body falling to the ground.

Wang Chan knew that this was a three-edging thorn in his hand, which instantly penetrated the human body and pierced the blood of the trachea, resulting in a blood tube-like eruption. Every surge of blood represents the complete disappearance of a human life in the world.

It seems that a hungry wolf rushed into the rabbit's nest. Wang Chan's figure came and went negligently, left and right. Under just under contact, 17 or 18 corpses had been poured out behind him, killing them one step at a time, and the blood flowed into a river.

(to be continued)