Zhang Lu's peek was not unexpected.
Because at this time, Zhang Lu was not the only one hiding in different corners and peeking.
Almost half of the miners were peeking.
Except that the two newly recruited miners may still have some vague concepts.
Most old miners actually understand this.
There was no possibility of them leaving.
If Yuan Xiang can open up a situation.
Maybe...this is also their opportunity.
Don't mention anything else.
Suppose Yuan Xiang can leave completely.
Then keeping it secret would become a joke.
If the secret can no longer be kept.
Then there is a slight possibility... they will no longer be so strictly constrained.
At this moment, Yuan Xiang no longer has any trace of his past. His originally honest and cautious face is filled with arrogance, and his black wind-like figure blows into the crowd, like a big bird spreading its wings and swooping down.
There was a trace of sarcasm on the face of the leading warrant officer.
The well-trained soldiers did not show any timidity because Yuan Xiang showed that he was far more powerful than ordinary people. Instead, they dispersed in an orderly manner as if they were very experienced.
"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 into pieces in an instant.
Yuan Xiang couldn't avoid such a firepower network. He was practicing Iron Palm, not Lingbo Weibu.
But Yuan Xiang, who has practiced the iron palm passed down from his family to an extremely advanced level, naturally has his confidence.
He didn't have to hide.
Hey!
With a loud shout, Yuan Xiang took a deep breath, and his jade-like palms suddenly swelled with blood and became as big as two round fans.
Zhang Lu recognized that this move was a killing move that Yuan Xiang had not passed down to him. He had heard Yuan Xiang vaguely mention it once before, and it was called 'Big Stone Mill'.
Although the name is rough, it bears traces of the roughness and lack of education of most warriors in the old society.
However, after Yuan Xiang stirred up his energy and blood, his hands expanded like millstones. With both hands clamped, fine steel could be easily ground.
Yuan Xiang's big stone grinding move changed unexpectedly in Yuan Xiang's hands. The original killer move turned into a defensive move. The bullets that were difficult to see with the naked eye turned into pieces of metal under the movement of his hands. Particles.
The miners who were hiding far away had been stunned for a long time. They had never thought that an ordinary human being, a person who got along day and night, could be so powerful. It simply exceeded common sense.
Although... in fact, the energy crystals they dig up every day are also part of the extraordinary.
boom! boom! boom!
Yuan Xiang was stunned, like a dove that had been hit by an arrow.
His eyes protruded like dead fish eyes, and his face that had returned to youth was full of ferocity, and in the palms of his hands and chest, there were holes the size of fists.
The battle ended in the most concise and unbelievable way possible.
Yuan Xiang died, he died cleanly and decisively.
He didn't even have time to say a word or two of complaints or emotions.
The soldier on the tower in the distance put away the sniper rifle in his hand, his face expressionless, as if what he had just killed was not a superhuman who had exceeded the limits of humanity, but just an ordinary criminal.
The shock in Zhang Lu's heart at this moment surpassed everyone else's.
Although he is not as self-aggrandizing as Yuan Xiang, he has already vaguely regarded himself as superior to others because of his success in Iron Palm.
What's more, he put himself in the perspective of a conspirator and a bystander, watching everything pass and happen around him with cold eyes.
But reality taught him a vivid lesson.
No matter how high your kung fu is, you can't resist modern firearms.
If you block it, it only means that the gun that hits you is not strong enough, and the bullet that hits you is not powerful enough.
Yuan Xiang's body was quickly taken away, and there was no explanation as to how it would be disposed of. Many miners speculated that Yuan Xiang would be sent to be sliced and dissected.
Looking at the military helicopter disappearing in the distance, Zhang Lu was inevitably a little sad, but he was silently relieved.
If Yuan Xiang died, instead of being captured alive, the possibility of him being discovered would be minimized.
In the next period of time, Zhang Lu did not use his iron palm to absorb energy crystals, and the energy crystals he handed over were not too many, just more than ordinary miners.
Some of the external manifestations of Iron Palm's success were deliberately erased by Zhang Lu. His palms began to become rough and uneven, and even qi and blood surged all the time, making them look a bit bigger than others.
This is a typical sign of not practicing the right way and quickly becoming an iron palm.
After what happened with Yuan Xiang, Zhang Lu could faintly notice that many people were monitoring him, and it was no longer just cameras placed in the mine.
He couldn't hide the fact that he learned Iron Palm from Yuan Xiang, but he was just not sure whether he absorbed the energy crystal.
Energy crystals are Zhang Lu's capital for revenge. Zhang Lu will naturally not give up absorbing them, but will just be more cautious and cautious.
Yuan Xiang's easy demise also reminded Zhang Lu that he must not be careless with modern firearms in his future revenge, otherwise he will be shot in the dark and no matter how high his martial arts skills are, it will be in vain.
At the end of the month, Yan Yu followed Zhang Lu's request and used his salary to buy him some medicinal materials for practicing.
Yuan Xiang taught Zhang Lu the hand-nurturing prescription of the Yuan Family's Iron Palm Kung Fu.
Next, in addition to mining and practicing martial arts, Zhang Lu also added the use of potions to maintain his hands every day. As the potion took effect, Zhang Lu's palm seemed to have repaired a bit and looked a little normal.
This was naturally Zhang Lu's trick, but he was still very careful. Ordinary potions are naturally far inferior to energy crystals, and their effects shouldn't be that obvious.
Downhole, Zhang Lu slowly rubbed the rock wall with his hands, trying his best to control his desire to absorb energy crystals. His eyes were slightly dull and numb, just like most miners. A boring and depressing life will not change with a generous salary. This place is too boring and lacks the joy of life.
Another dull and boring day.
Zhang Lu was still thinking about when he could get out of this place.
The more the fire of hatred in his heart burned, the calmer he acted... like a pool of stagnant water.
He prayed every moment.
He prayed to all the legendary gods.
He begged Qiao Jun to live a good life and not be jailed or killed by his competitors because of the incident.
Because that would be too cheap for him.
Zhang Lu wants to avenge himself!
He would first crush Qiao Jun's bones one by one, and then... put him in the house and burn him to death.
Let him also feel the pain of waiting for death to eat away at his body in the fire.
It was this kind of hatred and expectation that made Zhang Lu persistent and determined.
Time flies...three years have passed in a flash.
In three years.
Several more mining accidents occurred.
The original group of miners are basically dead.
And new miners are still joining.
Among them, there are some who came here illegally, and some who have committed crimes or escaped from their hometowns to hide from debts.
Like Zhang Lu, they are both people at the bottom of society, and they all have their own difficulties.
But they are all ordinary people.
No ruthlessness, no determination.
This is what the mine needs. Even if he dies silently... there will be no one to investigate and dig out the cause.
And those with too glaring bad records... they may be a bit thorny.
It is an unstable factor for collecting energy crystals.
Will not be admitted.
Thinking about it this way...it seems that opening a way to get in is a little bit of a back door.
After all...his past resume is ordinary.
But he has a blood feud, and his heart must have undergone drastic changes... It can be regarded as an unstable factor.
Work as always...waiting for the opportunity.
But the opportunity came quietly under the invisible gaze of a certain Chaos Demon God.
Everything...is so natural.
boom!
The dome above the head seemed to shake violently.
A shrill alarm sounded instantly.
Zhang Lu ran along the mine tunnel towards the wellhead.
Snap!
The soldier who was responsible for guarding the wellhead fell down, his chest was bloody and bloody, and his body fell to the bottom of the well and was broken.
"Something happened up there!" Zhang Lu was very familiar with this soldier. Although he was not allowed to reveal his name to any miner according to regulations, Zhang Lu had seen his training scene. He could hit ten with ten bullets from a submachine gun from a hundred meters away. Flying glass bottles.
"Looking at the wound on his chest, it should have been caused by a large-caliber firearm, which directly penetrated the body armor." Zhang Lu took a few steps back slightly, then took a deep breath and ran toward the well wall.
It might be safe to stay underground, but Zhang Lu knew that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.
If you hesitate, you will miss the opportunity.
His hands were just pressed against the rock wall as if they had barbs. Zhang Lu used his hands to climb up the well like a big gecko.
The camera installed at the wellhead appears to have been destroyed by bullets or explosives.
The broken line made sure everything was safe.
His head slightly poked out of the well mouth, and there was a lot of dust outside the well mouth.
Many people with messy clothes but crazy eyes seemed to be shouting some kind of slogans, and they were madly attacking the camp of soldiers guarding the mine.
boom!
The cold gunfire rang out, and these people fell down, but before they died, they pulled out the fuse of the explosives on their bodies, and the smoke and dust raised by the huge explosion blurred their vision. Even warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles will inevitably lose some sense of proportion in the dense explosion.
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 crazy, they are not afraid of death at all!" Zhang Lu was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him, and at the same time he felt a biting chill.
As the saying goes, those who are brave are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of losing their lives. With so many people desperate for their lives, even the elites of Baizhan will not be able to get over it when faced with 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 the defense line and began to appear conservative, waiting for reinforcements.
At the same time, in the diffuse smoke and dust.
Zhang Lu's gaze unconsciously shifted in one direction.
It was a bearded middle-aged man wearing white linen clothes with special symbols tattooed on his eyebrows and cheeks.
Judging from the shape of his face and the color of his pupils, he should be from Xinertai.
In this vast and desolate land, the Xinertai people have always been synonymous with violence.
The bearded middle-aged man held a bone in his hand and walked barefoot on the ground full of corpses and sand. He recited the "Ancient Source Sutra" that had been passed down from generation to generation. A strange light emitted from his deep eyes.
Wherever the eyes pass.
Some of the resisting soldiers involuntarily pointed their guns at the original robe.
Their faces were clearly filled with fear and resistance, but they could not control their hands.
