Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 818
Zhang Lu's peek was not unexpected.

Because at this time, Zhang Lu was not the only one hiding in different corners and peeping.

Almost half of the miners are peeking.

Except for the two miners who were newly recruited later, there may be some vague concepts.

Most of the old miners actually understand it in their hearts.

There is no possibility of them leaving.

If Yuan Xiang can open up a situation.

Maybe... this is their chance too.

Not to mention.

Suppose Yuan Xiang can leave with all his needs.

Then keep it secret, it will become a joke.

If the secret can no longer be kept.

Then there is a slight possibility...they will no longer be so strictly restricted.

At this moment, Yuan Xiang has no trace of the past, his originally honest and cautious face is full of arrogance, and his figure like a black wind blows into the crowd, like a big bird spreading its wings and swooping down.

On the face of the leading warrant officer, there was a mocking sneer.

The well-trained soldiers did not show the slightest timidity because of Yuan Xiang's display of strength far beyond ordinary people. Instead, they seemed to be very experienced, and they dispersed regularly.

"Fire!"

The concentrated firepower of the submachine gun formed an invisible torrent of bullets. Even an elephant surrounded by such a barrage would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Yuan Xiang couldn't dodge such a firepower network at all, he practiced Iron Palm instead of Lingbo Weibu.

But Yuan Xiang, who has practiced the iron palm passed down in his family to an extremely high level, naturally has his confidence.

He doesn't have to hide.

Bah!
With a loud shout, Yuan Xiang took a deep breath, and those jade-like palms suddenly swelled with blood, becoming as big as two round fans.

Zhang Lu could recognize that this move was a killer move that Yuan Xiang didn't pass on to him. He heard Yuan Xiang vaguely mentioned it once before, and it was called 'big stone mill'.

Although the name is rough, it bears the traces of the roughness and lack of education of most warriors in the old society.

However, after Yuan Xiang aroused his energy and blood, he swelled his hands like a grinding disc, and with a pinch of his hands, fine steel could be easily ground.

This big stone grinding move changed from heart to heart in Yuan Xiang's hands. The original ultimate move became a defensive move. The bullets that were invisible to the naked eye in the palm of his hand turned into metal pieces under the grinding of his hands. particles.

The miners who hid far away have been stunned for a long time. They never thought that an ordinary human being, a person who gets along day and night, can be so powerful that it has surpassed common sense.

Although... in fact, the energy crystals they excavate every day are also part of the extraordinary.

boom! boom! boom!
Yuan Xiang was stunned, like a pigeon hit by an arrow.

His eyes protruded like dead fish's eyes, his face that had been rejuvenated was full of ferocity, and there was a hole the size of a fist in the palms of his hands and chest.

The fight ends in one of the neatest and most unbelievable ways possible.

Yuan Xiang's death was clean and thorough, and he died decisively.

He didn't even have time to say a word or two of complaints or emotion.

The soldier on the tall tower in the distance put away the sniper rifle in his hand, expressionless as if what he just killed was not a superhuman who broke through the limits of human beings, but just an ordinary criminal.

The shock in Zhang Lu's heart at this moment surpassed everyone else.

Although he is not as self-inflated as Yuan Xiang, but because of his success, he has already faintly regarded himself as superior to others.

What's more... He put himself in the perspective of a conspirator and a bystander, watching everything passing and happening around him with cold eyes.

But the reality taught him a vivid lesson.

No matter how high the kung fu is, it cannot resist modern firearms.

If you block it, it only means that the gun that hit you is not strong enough, and the bullet that hit you is not powerful enough.

Yuan Xiang's body was quickly transported away, and there was no explanation as to how it would be handled.Many miners speculated that Yuan Xiang would definitely be sent to slice and plan.

Looking at the military helicopters going away, Zhang Lu inevitably felt a little sad, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Yuan Xiang is dead, not captured alive, so the possibility of him being discovered is also reduced to the minimum.

For the next period of time, Zhang Lu didn't absorb the energy crystals with his iron palm, and the energy crystals he handed over were not too many, which was more than the average miner.

Zhang Lu deliberately erased some of the external manifestations of Iron Palm's mastery, and his palms began to become rough, uneven, and even surging with energy and blood all the time, making the palms look a little bigger than others.

This is a typical appearance of failing to practice martial arts and quickly becoming an iron palm.

After Yuan Xiang's incident, Zhang Lu could vaguely sense that many people were watching him, not just the cameras placed in the mine.

He can't hide the fact that he learned Iron Palm from Yuan Xiang, but he is not sure whether he has absorbed energy crystals.

Neng Jing is the capital of Zhang Lu's revenge, Zhang Lu will naturally not give up absorbing it, but is more cautious and careful.

Yuan Xiang's easy fall also reminded Zhang Lu that he must not be careless with modern firearms in future revenge, otherwise if he is shot black, no matter how high his martial arts are, it will be in vain.

At the end of the month, according to Zhang Lu's request, Yan Yu used his salary to buy him some medicinal materials for practicing exercises.

Yuan Xiang, the hand-cultivating medicine that came with the Yuan family's Iron Palm Kung Fu, taught Zhang Lu.

Next, in addition to mining and practicing kung fu, Zhang Lu also used water to maintain his hands every day.With the effect of the potion, Zhang Lu's palm seemed to have repaired a bit, and looked a little normal.

This is naturally Zhang Lu Gu's blindfold, but he is still very careful.Ordinary potions are naturally far inferior to energy crystals, and the effect should not be so obvious.

Underground, Zhang Lu slowly rubbed his hands against the rock wall, trying his best to control the desire to absorb energy crystals, his eyes were slightly dull and numb, just like most miners.A boring and depressing life will not be changed by a generous salary.This place is just too boring and lacking in life.

Another dull and uninteresting day.

Zhang Lu was still thinking about when he could leave this place.

The hotter the fire of hatred in his heart burned, the calmer he behaved... like a pool of stagnant water.

He prays all the time.

He begged all the gods in the legend.

He begged Qiao Jun to live well, not to be arrested and imprisoned because of the incident, nor to be killed by his competitors.

Because that would be too cheap for him.

Revenge... Zhang Lu wants to avenge himself!
He wanted to crush Qiao Jun's bones one by one, and then... put him in the house and burn him to death.

Let him also feel, in the raging fire, the pain of waiting for death to constantly eat away at his body.

It is this kind of hatred and anticipation that makes Zhang Lu persistent and firm.

Time flies... another three years have passed in a flash.

for three years.

There were several mining accidents.

The original batch of miners have basically died out.

And new miners, there are still people joining in.

Among them, there are black households from India who came here by smuggling, and some have committed crimes, or escaped from debts, and escaped from their hometowns.

Like Zhang Lu, they are all people at the bottom of the society, and they all have their own difficulties.

But they were all ordinary people.

No ruthlessness, no determination.

This is what the mine needs, even if it is a guy who dies silently... no one will wantonly pursue and dig out the reason.

And those, with too glaring a bad record... they might be a bit glaring.

For collecting energy crystals, it is an unstable factor.

will not be admitted.

Thinking about it this way... It seems that Zhang Lu was able to come in, which can be regarded as a little bit of the back door.

After all... his past experience, although ordinary.

But he has a bloody feud, and there must have been a drastic change in his heart... It can be regarded as an unstable factor.

Work as always... bide your time.

But the opportunity came quietly under the invisible gaze of a certain Chaos Demon God.

Everything...is as it should be.

boom!
The dome above his head seemed to vibrate violently.

The shrill siren sounded instantly.

Zhang Lu ran along the mine towards the mouth of the well.

pat!

The soldier in charge of guarding the mouth of the well fell down, his chest was covered in blood and flesh, and his body fell to the bottom of the well and was shattered.

"An accident happened above!" Zhang Lu is very familiar with this soldier. Although he is not allowed to disclose his name to any miners according to the regulations, Zhang Lu has seen his training scene. He can hit ten random miners with ten bullets from a submachine gun at a distance of 100 meters. Fly glass bottles.

"Looking at the wound on his chest, it should be caused by a large-caliber firearm, which directly pierced through the body armor." Zhang Lu stepped back slightly, then took a deep breath and rushed towards the wall of the well.

It might be safe to stay underground for the time being, but Zhang Lu knew that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time.

If you hesitate, you will miss the opportunity.

His hands were just sticking to the rock wall like barbs, and Zhang Lu exerted force with both hands, climbing towards the well like a big gecko.

The wellhead cameras appear to have been damaged by bullets or explosives.

The broken line is sure to be safe.

He poked his head slightly out of the wellhead, and there was a lot of dust outside the wellhead.

Many people in disheveled clothes but full of madness seemed to be chanting some kind of slogan in their mouths, madly attacking the camp assembled by the soldiers guarding the mine.

boom!
The relentless gunfire sounded, and these people fell down, but before they died, they pulled the fuse of the explosives on their bodies, and the smoke and dust from the huge explosion blurred their vision.Even experienced fighters will inevitably lose a little bit of sense in the dense explosions.

There are too many people risking their lives to attack the mine, and they completely disregard life and death.

"Who are these people? They look like they're crazy, they're not afraid of death at all!" Zhang Lu was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him, and at the same time felt a biting chill.

As the saying goes, those who are arrogant are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of dying. With so many people dying, even the elites of Baizhan may not be able to please them in such a situation.

Even though Zhang Lu didn't know how to march and fight, he could still see that the soldiers guarding the mine were constantly shrinking their lines of defense and began to appear conservative, waiting for reinforcements.

At the same time, in the diffuse smoke and dust.

Zhang Lu's sight shifted in one direction unconsciously.

It was a middle-aged bearded man in white linen with special symbols tattooed on his eyebrows and cheeks.

Judging by the shape of his face and the color of his pupils, he should be from Xinertai.

In this vast and barren land, Xinertai people have always been synonymous with riots.

The bearded middle-aged man held a bone shroud in his hand, and walked barefoot on the ground full of corpses and sand, reciting the "Ancient Origin Scripture" passed down from generation to generation, and a strange light radiated from his deep eyes.

Everywhere you look.

Some resisting soldiers even involuntarily aimed their guns at the original robe.

Fear and resistance were evident on their faces, but they couldn't control their hands.

(End of this chapter)