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Chapter 217: A Martial Artist is Angry, and Kills Thousands of Miles. under


Wang Chao has been wandering around the city of Surabaya, Indonesia for a day.

By the 21st century, the city had grown to resemble some of the country's modern metropolises.

However, there are no high-rise buildings in the whole city, almost all of them are low bungalows, and at most there are only four or five storey small western-style buildings and tall mosque temples.

There are also chaotic alleys on the edge of the city, and the trees planted on the streets are palms and coconuts, which are typical of tropical plants.

This is because the entire region of Indonesia is a tropical marine storm-ravaged area.

There are always storms, tsunami shocks.

The house should not be too tall.

Of course, the most are groups of dark, curly-brown-haired, black, little monkey-like Indonesians, wearing slippers and large plaid shirts, walking around the streets, looking lazy, but with a cunning and vicious temperament.

Although it was already October, the sky was still very hot, and the heat wave in the city swept by the sea breeze and water vapor from time to time.

During the day, the sun was shining, Wang Chao casually looked for a Chinese restaurant on the street, ate some snacks, drank tea, and was very leisurely.

And not far from him, about a kilometer away.

It's just a concrete road.

On the side of the road, yellow lines were drawn, indicating that it was a special vehicle road forbidden area, and several large off-road jeep military vehicles with English letters printed on them were parked in the restricted area.

Several pitch-black, apparently indigenous Indonesian soldiers, wearing hats and armed with AK-style guns, walked around the vehicle.

His eyes looked at the pedestrians walking on the road outside the forbidden area, and as long as a slightly younger yellow-skinned woman passed by, the soldier's eyes flashed with a hideous aura.

Behind these soldiers was a three-person-high white-painted wall, and inside the wall were western-style buildings.

There are also high sentry posts and lookouts.

This is Wang Chao's goal, the 547th Battalion of the Indonesian Garrison Axe Army stationed in Surabaya.

The family of Supreme Governor Soharni lived in it.

When Wang Chao came, he had already investigated everything.

The 547th Battalion of the Political Axe Army, with a total of more than 5,000 troops, was mostly stationed in the harbor or scattered in other hidden places.

The port of Surabaya, where the Indonesian naval fleet is stationed.

And this institution in the city is equivalent to the compound of China's provincial military sub-district.

However, its defensive strength is not to be underestimated, and there are three guards in it, each with a hundred men.

All of them are elite troops with loaded guns.

The sky gradually darkened, the tropical weather, said to change, suddenly dark clouds shrouded, the wind rose, accompanied by the pouring rain came down, between the heaven and the earth, a pitch black.

There was a hazy smell of water everywhere, and the rain was pouring down in my ears.

As the weather changed, the streets gradually became empty.

Wang Chao stood quietly in the dark rain, letting the rain drench his whole body.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and even his eyesight could hardly see ten steps away, and it was pouring rain in such a dark night.

It's a good time to kill.

In three or two strokes, he lurked next to the tall wall, bent his body, and pointed upward, and his hand had easily touched the head of the wall.

The arm exerts force, the body is like a swing, flung in the rain, shook over the wall, fell lightly to the ground, lurked down the body, and stuck to a clump of palm trees.

At this moment, a string of intense light shone through the wall.

At the same time, a string of footsteps walked along the road next to the palm trees.

It's the soldiers on patrol.

Wang Chao is like a big civet cat, ghostly walking through the rain, sometimes prostrate, running forward with a snake frame to avoid the sentry.

Sneak straight into the small bungalow in the center.

The pouring rain and the dark night formed a wonderful cover for his actions.

Although the rain made him dirty, his lower abdomen dantian was hot and hot, his eyes were shining, and the back of his ears was also hot.

Except for these three places, all other parts of the body are cold and cold, without a little heat.

The beating of the heart is also reduced to a minimum.

It turns out that his martial arts have been able to gather and disperse qi and blood and condense a little at any time.

He is now transporting all his qi and blood to the eyes, ears, and the lower abdomen of the dantian, so as to keep his ears and eyes clear, and the beating of his heart to be discovered.

Lightning-like approached the western-style building in the middle, this small western-style building had almost no dead ends, the room was brightly lit, and in the corridor outside the room, there were rows of soldiers standing everywhere, about thirty or so.

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"It's hard to change Xie Li, although they hate it to the core, they can't kill this Soharni many times, and the security here is really too strict.

I didn't just mention all the spirit, and I couldn't touch the middle.

The place where Wang Chao is now is very dangerous, as long as the slightest movement is discovered, he will immediately face the situation of random shooting.

In such a situation, even if he has wings, it will be difficult for him to escape, and he will definitely be beaten into a hornet's nest.

Wang Chao just crouched in the far corner, motionless, waiting quietly, he was very patient, an hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed.

He still didn't move.

After such a long period of prostration, the muscles and joints of his whole body did not have the slightest stiffness.

Suddenly, there was a stirring around the house, and another group of soldiers came over, it turned out to be a change of guard.

"This is the opportunity."

Wang Chao kicked his legs vigorously, his body flashed, like a loach stuck into the drainage pipe behind the western-style building at an incredible speed, his hands were eagle claws, and he was picked by an eagle, and his body was like a big gecko, three times and two times, and it was pasted to the roof.

The whole process takes no more than ten seconds.

This set of actions is the limit of his physical strength that suddenly bursts out.

Since his martial arts attainment, he has never had such a powerful amount of exercise.

Wang Chao's kung fu of going upstairs is really faster than that of an agile old cat, and he scratches the wall silently, because his hands are full of meat pads.

The whole person was upside down, like an upside-down bat, which had just been hung next to a window.

Through the window, there was a light inside, it was a large room, and in front of the desk, a young man in a plaid shirt with a little dark skin was casually holding a book and flipping through it.

Wang Chao immediately tapped the glass lightly with his fingers a few times, making a slight popping sound.

The young man immediately looked to the window, but found no sign of it, and for a moment he put down his book, approached the window, opened it, and poked his head out.

Wang Chao seized this opportunity and rushed in, like a hungry tiger looking for a sheep, and pressed the young man to the ground.

Covering your mouth with your hand and shining on your chest is a tiger grab.

Shattered his internal organs.

This young man's legs were violently straight, and his eyes were staring at Wang Chao, but he had lost his luster, like dead fish eyes.

"Little cub" Wang Chao killed the young man with a thunderous tiger claw, and snorted lightly in his nose.

This young man's name is Suharman, Suharni's biological son, now 26 years old, after returning from studying in the United States, just about to enter Indonesian politics, and is preparing to marry the Huang family, the largest Chinese businessman in Surabaya.

Wang Chao's information is very detailed.

After killing this little cub.

Wang Chao was about to clean up, when there was a knock outside the door.

A person was speaking in Indonesian, and Wang Chao couldn't understand what he was saying.

But he could hear it with his ears, and there was only one person outside the door, so he immediately stepped forward, opened the door, and saw an old man with a wrinkled face, a sharp eye, and a loose dress, as if he were a butler.

This Indonesian old man is very clever and agile, as soon as Wang Chao opened the door, he immediately felt that something was wrong, and his body straightened.

Where can Wang Chao allow him to react, when his chest is "black tiger digging out of the heart".

In a hurry, the old man reacted quickly and lost his old state, like a frightened leopard, jumping backwards, and at the same time hitting Wang Chao's palm with an elbow.

Ling took out a short stick from his waist with one hand and smashed it at Wang Chao At the same time, his mouth was open, ready to shout.

Muay Thai elbow strike, Filipino short stick fighting.

This old Indonesian man is actually a practitioner, and Nanyang's fighting skills Muay Thai and Philippine short sticks are all very proficient.

An elbow struck, and the wind howled.

Where did Wang Chao allow him to scream, his elbows collided, and the tiger's claws turned into digging.

It was the black tiger's heart-digging trick that smashed the old man's elbow joint bones in just one click.

At the same time, the other hand is thrown out behind the buttocks, "tiger tail whip" Click, before the old man could scream, the tiger tail whip was whipped on his head, and with a soft pop, all the cervical vertebrae were shattered, and the whole head was slapped directly into the cavity.

And his short stick smashed on Wang Chao's head, but it was cracked by the shock.

Wang Chao beat the old man to death, kicked and sent him into the house, let him and Suhaman stack together, closed the door casually, his ears moved, and he heard the sound of the hall downstairs on the second floor.

"General, I heard that Ling Lang graduated from Harvard University in the United States, and he is coming back from graduation this time to enter the political arena.

There will be a lot to rely on in the future. ” At the staircase of Wang Chaolai, he saw the scene of the large living room on the second floor, on the large leather reception sofa, there was a middle-aged Chinese man wearing a Tang costume, and next to this middle-aged man sat a woman holding a wine glass.

Behind these two people, stood two bodyguards with solid bodies and visibly bulging temples.

Opposite them sat an Indonesian man with dark skin, pockmarked spots, triangular eyes, and wearing a military uniform.

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Behind the Indonesian man were also standing two soldiers with guns.

To be continued: