Chinese martial arts: From being shot and killed by the armed police during a mountain search to bec

The entire fight lasted only a moment and involved three moves.

One move locks the wrist, another twists the elbow, and yet another breaks the spine. Clean and decisive, without any hesitation.

"Snap!" The cabin light came on.

The three guards sprang up from their bunks opposite them with lightning speed, but their pupils constricted sharply when they saw what was happening in front of them.

Chen Hongwu was carrying Yamamoto Ichiro's corpse in one hand, his whole body twisted and deformed.

The guards reacted extremely quickly, raising their guns almost simultaneously and firing three shots, muzzle flashes shooting out in the cramped cabin.

Chen Hongwu laid Yamamoto Ichiro's body across his body.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

Blood splattered as Chen Hongwu used the gap in the deflection to rush to the porthole, shoved the body backward, and smashed it into the pursuing guards.

The three men tripped over the corpse, and their bullets missed.

Chen Hongwu had already climbed out of the porthole. He let go of the windowsill and fell into the sea like a falling leaf.

The sound of the water hitting the water was extremely faint, and was instantly swallowed up by the roar of the waves and the engine.

Several guards from the Black Dragon Society leaned against the window and started cursing.

Chen Hongwu turned around in the sea, swam to the stern of the ship, grabbed the anchor chain, and silently climbed back onto the hull.

He crept back to his cabin along the shadows of the cargo hold, climbed in through the porthole, and landed silently.

Li Cunyi leaned back on the sofa. When he saw him roll in, soaking wet, his expression relaxed slightly, but then he frowned again.

The sound of hurried footsteps and shouts in Japanese came from the corridor outside the door.

Clearly, the Black Dragon Society has mobilized all its members and is knocking on each passenger's cabin to search.

Li Cunyi lowered his voice and spoke very quickly: "Yamamoto Ichiro is an expert in assassination and has bodyguards protecting him. It would be too difficult to assassinate him on the ship. It is normal to fail."

"It's good that you're back alive. They probably didn't see your face, right? Do you have any obvious external injuries? This ship belongs to the British, so the Japanese wouldn't dare go too far—"

"Ichiro Yamamoto is dead."

Li Cunyi's words came to an abrupt end.

He stared at Chen Hongwu, his pupils slightly contracting.

"You...killed him?"

Chen Hongwu nodded. He took off his soaking wet short clothes, wrung them out, draped them over the back of the chair, and took out a set of dry clothes from the wicker trunk to change into.

He then bent down and rummaged through the bottom of the box to find a small cloth bag, untied the bag, and poured out a handful of pebbles.

The pebbles were of cobblestone quality, each about the size of a pigeon egg, round and smooth, and weighed perfectly in my palm.

He had practiced the technique of using flying locust stones before. These things look inconspicuous, but in the hands of a master of internal strength, their lethality is no less than that of bullets.

He put the pebbles one by one into his pocket, and then pulled a Browning pistol from the inside pocket of his suitcase.

Li Cunyi stared blankly at his actions: "What are you doing?"

Chen Hongwu tied the bag of pebbles to his waist and tucked Browning into his belt. His voice was calm: "Yamamoto Ichiro is dead. As for the rest of the Black Dragon Society members, I'll just take care of them too, so they won't disturb our peace."

He walked to the door, glanced back at Li Cunyi, and said, "Take good care of your injuries. The ship will arrive in Shanghai tomorrow."

After saying that, he opened the door and strode out.

Although he carried a gun, Chen Hongwu still felt that he should use it as little as possible.

There were too many people on the boat, and the sounding of a gunshot would inevitably cause chaos and even a stampede.

The casualties will be heavy; before all the people are killed, many innocent lives will be lost.

Moreover, the power of the flying locust stones is no less than that of firearms, and they are elusive and difficult to locate.

Li Cunyi opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. He lay on the sofa, unable to recover for a long time.

The scene in the corridor was even more chaotic than Chen Hongwu had anticipated.

Seven or eight Japanese men in gray suits were knocking on passengers' room doors one by one down the corridor, loudly asking them questions in Japanese.

Some passengers shook their heads in alarm, while others complained in dissatisfaction, creating a chaotic and noisy scene.

Chen Hongwu walked out of the cabin at a leisurely pace, only to be met by a member of the Black Dragon Society who was knocking on doors and searching each room.

When the man saw him come out, he looked him up and down, mumbled a few words in Japanese, probably asking if he had seen anyone suspicious.

Yamamoto Ichiro's death sent the group into a frenzy, with everyone rushing out to search for the killer.

But with hundreds of passengers on board, and given that it was a British ship, they didn't dare to cause too much trouble and could only check each passenger one by one.

Chen Hongwu moved along the corridor wall in the shadows where there was no light.

He didn't rush to take action, but first scanned the layout of the corridor and the positions of the group of people with his eyes.

Two people were standing at the corner of the corridor, four were guarding the entrance to the cargo hold, and several others were knocking on doors and questioning people.

Although the group was armed, they were unable to form a formation in the narrow passageway of the ship's cabin, and were several steps apart from each other, making it the perfect opportunity to take them down one by one.

He stopped and bent down to take a pebble out of the bag.

The key to the Flying Locust Stone lies in the "flicking" technique. Using the wrist joint as the axis, the forearm is suddenly flicked, concentrating the body's strength onto the surface of the stone.

The thrown stone travels in a straight line, moves extremely fast, and is silent. When it hits its target, the impact force is not much different from that of a lead bullet of the same weight.

It is just as the saying goes: "Hands like flying shuttles, wrists like springs, strength flowing through the heart of stone, making the stone move in a straight line."

Chen Hongwu picked up a pebble, relaxed his forearm, lowered his wrist slightly, and flicked it lightly with his knuckles.

"Whoosh—"

The pebble flew silently down the corridor. At the end of the corridor, the man in black was turning to look in another direction when the pebble struck his carotid artery with pinpoint accuracy.

The man's body stiffened, and before he could react, he collapsed to the ground.

Chen Hongwu did not stop. He crouched down and quickly swept past, stopping at the corner. He then took out a pebble, flicked his wrist, and the pebble flew out, piercing another person's throat.

"Splat!" Blood splattered everywhere.

The man turned sharply to look in the direction where his companion had fallen, but before he could utter a sound, he collapsed.

He continued forward and stopped at the cargo hold entrance.

The four Black Dragon Society members were standing in front of the cargo hold door, talking in hushed tones, unaware of the strange occurrences in the corridor.

Chen Hongwu squatted down and took out three pebbles from the cloth bag with his right hand, placing them between his index and middle fingers, middle and ring fingers, and ring and little fingers respectively.

He took a deep breath and flicked his wrist three times in succession, sending three pebbles flying in a triangular pattern, hitting the three men in the forehead, temple, and throat respectively.

The three of them collapsed almost simultaneously, without even having time to groan.

The last man in black standing by the door suddenly turned around, saw his companions fall down one after another, his pupils contracted sharply, and he was about to draw his gun.

"puff!"

A pebble had already pierced his throat.

Chen Hongwu walked to the cargo hold, pushed open the door, and glanced at the crates piled high with tobacco.

He closed the door and retraced his steps. The corridor was quiet, with only a few corpses lying haphazardly on the floor.

All the passengers were terrified by this scene and quickly hid in their cabins, not daring to make a sound.

The door to the first-class cabin was pushed open, and Chen Hongwu slipped into the room and closed the door behind him.

Li Cunyi was struggling to sit up when he saw him return, and he was stunned for a moment: "You... you've taken care of everything?"

Chen Hongwu untied the bag of stones and placed it on the table: "It's all taken care of."

He sat down in the chair, picked up his water glass and took a sip. "The rest is up to the people on the ship. We can just watch the Japanese and British fight like dogs."

Li Cunyi stared at him blankly, remaining silent for a long time before finally uttering two words: "Impressive."

Chen Hongwu did not speak again. He sat in the chair, closed his eyes, and regulated his breathing.

My heartbeat gradually returned to normal from its hibernation-like frequency, my blood and qi surged through my body, and thunderous sounds reverberated in my lungs.