It was already evening.
The light rain fell all day and finally stopped.
More than 20 police cars were parked in the City Bureau Square.
Groups of police officers, all wearing helmets and body armor, were fully equipped with guns and ammunition.
When the time was set, Cao Yi blew the whistle.
Everyone lined up, got in the car, turned on the police lights, screamed in the night sky, and headed towards the suburbs.
Once outside the city, the police lights went out and the sirens fell silent.
In the night, only the slight roar of the engine could be heard.
The team rushed towards the mountainous area.
Because I want to protect reporter Zhu Da from being shot down by this delicate flower.
Yang Lin, a strong man from the city bureau, did not sit on the several assault vehicles in front.
Instead, he sat in a police car in the last row, sitting with reporter Zhu Da, enjoying the fragrant body and falling into his arms from time to time.
The reason why I only talk about fragrant and not soft.
It was because Zhu Jia was also wearing a steel helmet and a body armor, and his whole body was stiff and shocked.
Feelings, it's not necessarily that good.
Yang Lin had nothing to do, so he closed his eyes and ignored Zhu Jia's chattering in his ears. His mind had long been immersed in his secret method of refining marrow.
Refining marrow is a long-term process.
Ever since I felt at ease, understood the way to conquer the world with my fist, and found the emotion in my heart.
Yang Lin discovered that he could gradually control the blood and bone marrow production inside his body.
There is an extremely subtle power that is sprouting and growing quietly.
This is subtlety, and it is not subtlety.
Macro and micro are originally two huge propositions, taking different paths but reaching the same goal.
If we say that Yang Lin used to practice physical training, he would train his muscles and bones, then his internal organs, blood and marrow.
It is an extremely macro process.
So, in this world, seeking to be moved and going deep within is a microscopic physical training process.
He took the path of Qi, Blood, Essence and Yuan again, changed the path again, and finally saw what he had ignored before.
Mastering this power of Qi and blood again, he found that he could do more and become stronger.
At the same level of strength, the power he can control is even more perfect.
With the powerful and majestic power of the foundation energy and blood, and then using subtle and delicate control techniques to master it, he can beat the two previous selves.
That's how strong it is.
The power of Gang Jin is still being generated bit by bit.
This is a long-term process, but as long as you stick to this path, one day you will be able to achieve great strength and reach the point where you can see God and be indestructible.
There are no bottlenecks anymore, all it takes is time.
Of course, the accumulation process can also be shortened by using martial luck values.
However, Yang Lin hopes that he can experience every step of improvement in detail.
Until it becomes your true ability.
At this time, there is no rush.
…
The vehicle passed through the twists and turns of the mountain road. After walking for half an hour, a dark building came into view.
The sound of machines roaring came from inside.
There was also a dim yellow light shining through the gaps.
Yang Lin looked through the car window and saw the first SWAT police officers rushing in with guns in hand and their heads lowered.
Then, a large number of police officers followed.
He knew that this was the destination.
"Quick, quick, don't make a sound. Don't yell when you encounter any situation on the road. Remember to dodge bullets and shoot carefully."
Cao Yi ran over, said hello to Zhu Jia and several cameramen, then ignored them and hurriedly followed the large army.
Yang Lin fell behind.
This time, his mission is just to protect.
Credit is not of much use if it is too much. Just leave it to others, as long as the purpose can be achieved.
He thought so.
It's actually quite good to stay back and observe the operation of catching thieves.
He thought so.
Zhu Jia was not satisfied.
After working so hard for this opportunity, how could she be willing to just be a bystander?
Gritting his silver teeth, Zhu Jia waved his hand and said, "Follow me, follow everyone. Do war reporters know? Follow me."
I want first-hand video data, preferably to see how the two sides exchanged fire. "
As she spoke, Miss Zhu rushed over first, carrying a microphone.
He ran pretty fast.
While running, he was talking: "Dear viewers, tonight's special operation has officially begun.
You've all seen it, the factory in front is where drug dealers gather.
It is conceivable that they are working hard to make a poison, and there are also some gunmen inside, and it is not ruled out that they have also prepared bombs...
This trip is very dangerous, so we will film the gunfight scene for everyone. "
Several cameramen struggled to keep up, their hands trembling.
It has to be said that Zhu Jia's psychological quality is much stronger than theirs.
Over there, Cao Yi was giving orders in a suppressed voice.
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The mind is determined.
Wang Chao stepped out diagonally, his feet touching the ground, his figure erratic, his palms intertwined like sharp daggers, he thrust his body sideways, and thrust his palm into Yang Lin's waist.
Tai Chi is round and Bagua is slippery. The most poisonous thing is the mind.
Wang Chao took out the slippery stick in his hand and ran away as soon as he touched it. He united his mind and used killing to urge his palm. At this moment, he also forgot the humiliation he had suffered at the beginning, but regarded the person in front of him as a great master. The tiger comes to fight.
The cold hairs all over his body exploded, the pores bulged, and the air flow passed by him. He seemed to feel that he was no longer a person in front of him, but a ball of air that was roaring and roaring.
Wherever the air waves are fierce, where the wind stops,
It's like a person standing in the wilderness, feeling the ups and downs everywhere in nature. Wherever it rains and where it shines, everything is reflected in his heart.
Before a wave of air could form, he had already slipped his feet and dodged to the left as if he had been greased.
Like a civet cat, it jumped behind Yang Lin, turned into a monkey with its backhand, turned back to look at the moon, and had already picked Yang Lin's ear with a palm knife.
"Okay, this is the second move."
Yang Lin praised loudly, but this time he was somewhat sincere.
Wang Chao's progress is too fast.
The last time I saw him, he only knew how to attack fiercely, with ruthless tactics, just to get the lead.
This time, when we met again, the other person already knew how to use his body to listen to the energy.
Hear the opponent's strong and weak hand, and also hear your own winning hand.
Only then can he be qualified to understand the changes in virtuality and reality of boxing techniques, and also understand the wonderful changes in strength and softness. He has already stepped into the threshold of dark strength.
No wonder Tang Zichen wanted to choose him. Wang Chao had already surpassed 99.9% of the martial arts practitioners in the world based on his talent alone.
Every battle is progressing like crazy.
However, it is not a good thing for young people to go too smoothly.
So, Yang Lin decided.
Give him another setback.
He swatted Wang Chao's hand knife away from his ear like a fly, and said with a smile: "You still have one more move, use your special skill of dragon and snake attack, otherwise, you won't have a chance to use it."
"as you wish."
Wang Chao groaned, his tailbone shook, and his back shook like a dragon rising into the sky. His hands were like snakes, twisting together to form a snake kiss, like a fist or a gun.
Using his body as a horse and his hand as a spear, the dragon and snake attack together.
As soon as this posture is posed, there is a tragic and tragic atmosphere that permeates people's hearts.
It was as if the arena was no longer in front of him, but a bloody battlefield.
Wang Chao also seemed to have transformed into a battlefield general with a big horse and a spear. He whipped his horse, danced with his spear, and thrust forward. Either you die or I die.
With a flick of his foot, he arrived in front of Yang Lin. This time, he no longer dodged and struck, but attacked from the front. His punch was like a gun, and it hit Yang Lin's throat.
"Yes, this move is enough to establish a sect. The person who created this move has really fantastic ideas and a great mind."
