one person's life

Chapter 167 Shock and Ghost Car
A raging fire was ignited in the Guanyin Temple. The orange-yellow firefighting helicopter circled in the air to avoid the thick smoke that shot straight into the sky. The sound of the propellers buzzed. The courtyard was no longer as clean as before. The monks were anxiously outside the courtyard. Jumping feet.

The white Mitsubishi off-road vehicle headed north without hesitation. As soon as it stepped on the accelerator, it never relaxed. Without the smoke and dust of the Zen Temple and the urban forest as reference points, Tang Can, who was unfamiliar with the map in the dark, was a little disoriented. He adjusted the path several times before embarking on a new journey. Level 085 national highway.

On the morning of the second day, Tang Muzhi looked out the car window at the vineyards on the Kibi Plateau, referring to the speed of the car and the map, he quickly came to a conclusion.

"This is Okayama County...try to contact Ding Shimaan again."

When he came out with Minzhong last night, he called Ding Shian several times, but he still couldn't get through.

Tang Can took out his spare phone and called Ding Shanan. The reply he got was that he was driving a white Mazda along the planned route and told them the license plate number.

"Ahem, Old Ding, that's it. We have something going on here." Tang Can looked in the rearview mirror and saw the crowd sitting in the back seat of the car with their eyebrows lowered and their eyes closed.

"You can directly tell us the location of the ferry, or just wait for us right where you are... Master Minzhong, do you know?"

"Master Minzhong..." Ding Zhangan on the other end of the phone thought for a while, "Is it the one from Tiantai Mountain?"

"Yes." Tang Can then told the story of the people who traveled thousands of miles eastward to retrieve the Buddha's head, and went deep into the enemy camp as if they were in an uninhabited land.

He and Tang Muzhi had received news at the airport before. It was rumored that someone went to Japan to get the Buddha's head. Now it seems that the information must have been accidentally leaked by the public.

"That's it, it went pretty well." Ding Shimaan on the other end of the phone thought for a moment, "There's enough time. I'll wait for you in Fukuoka. Call me when you get there."

After putting down the phone, Tang Muzhi counted the time. The people from the Fish and Dragon Society were almost on their way. The city of Osaka was densely monitored. They had no time to pay attention to this in their hurry to escape. They left many traces.

Sure enough, at noon, two black cars covered with privacy films appeared on the national highway one after another, one on the left and one on the right, surrounding the Mitsubishi they were riding in.

"It looks like this is just reconnaissance, and the important part is yet to come." Tang Muzhi closed the passenger curtain.

"It's better to find a secluded place now..." Tang Can frowned and turned to look at Tang Muzhi.

Taking into account the identity of the Buddhist monk, he was a bit reserved. Tang Muzhi laughed in his heart and said: I am afraid that the monk on the sixth floor of the Guanyin Pagoda died because of him.

"The timing must be right. It is best to destroy their car and kill people instantly...at the last time, they should not be able to pursue." Tang Muzhi paused and spat out bloody words.

This trip to Japan was originally accompanied by killings and crimes, but for Tang Muzhi, who had grown up in the mainland for two generations, this incident was a bloody and violent revenge "robbing" incident.

He now somewhat understood why Feng Weiguo and the others named their organization "Health Bureau" because they were treating them as cleaners.

The people sat cross-legged at the back and behaved very quietly. They had no intention of making any move, but their expressions were very serious.

"Okay." Tang Can glanced at the rearview mirror. The distant sea breeze blew away the thin white clouds. It was a perfectly sunny day, but the entire Mitsubishi was filled with cold and piercing murderous intent.

There are fewer and fewer irrelevant vehicles on the two-way national road. In front of it is a two-way narrow bridge, about two hundred meters long, but there is no two-way lane.

Tang Can drove onto the bridge and into the central area, while quietly lowering the speed.

If the people following him didn't get on the bridge, he could accelerate and get rid of them.

The vehicle behind did not notice Mitsubishi's deceleration and followed it onto the bridge without any hesitation.

"..."

Tang Can's face was calm, but the movements in his hands became intense. He put the reverse gear on and stepped on the accelerator. The Mitsubishi's tires spun rapidly and stopped on the bridge for a moment. Then, like an impatient beast, it crashed into the two black cars behind it. !

"Oops!" The two drivers behind Tang Muzhi who were responsible for following Tang Muzhi all lost their composure and slammed on the brakes - the expected violent collision did not happen. When they came to their senses and looked at it, they saw Tang Muzhi, who had put on the gangster's hood. After getting off the car, he stepped hard on the ground like a skinny tiger going down the mountain. A powerful stream of Qi came out of his body and flew towards them!

boom!
The earthwork flow was launched at full strength, Tang Muzhi swooped down and stepped hard on the fragile roof of the car!
Balancing the center of gravity, the force of this kick was evenly distributed up and down the car body. The roof of the car was instantly torn apart. Three men in uniforms used all their methods to jump out of the car window.

Tang Mu focused on three things. Before his lower limbs could regain their stability, he struck out with a palm from his left hand. He pressed the wrinkled roof of the car with his right hand and adjusted his posture. A strong gravitational force erupted from his body to freeze the three of them.

boom!
The power of Yang Qi's air-splitting palm was astonishing. The man in black who was facing Tang Muzhi was hit in the middle of the face. When he flew backwards, a sharp Qi force passed through his body... and then exploded!
The explosive power of the through-arm diamond!

It's a sunny day, and the blood is raining.

Tang Muzhi half-crouched on the roof of the car, stretched out his left palm with his backhand, and a strong gravitational force burst out from his palm. He immediately grabbed the person wearing a retro felt hat among the three people, and his throat was restrained. The man was whimpering and speechless. He only felt that his breathing was stagnant, and all the energy in his body was completely out of control and was flowing towards the palm of the killing god in front of him.

In this state, let alone counterattack, even struggle is difficult to achieve.

The felt hat fell to the ground. In the panic of the man, Tang Muzhi exerted force on his palms and saw that his neck was about to break.

The man in the felt hat looked desperate and determined for a moment. He gave up the illusion of struggling from Tang Mu's hands, suddenly took action, and grabbed the broken car body. The broken glass and protruding metal rod pierced the palm of his hand, and there was blood everywhere. splash!
The only qi flow left in his body was gathered in the palm of his hand with all his strength, and a burst of high-heat energy was instantly transmitted to the fuel tank of the car through the metal rod!
boom! ! !
As the flames shot into the sky, Tang Muzhi let go of the man in the felt hat's neck, activated his triple reversal, jumped up, and escaped from the sea of ​​​​fire that surged like a wave.

At the same time, he tightened his right hand and deflected the hidden line formed by Yang Qi, cutting off the legs of the third pursuer. He fell to the ground, covered in flames and engulfed.

With flames in the sky and chaos everywhere, this ruthless one-sided massacre ended quickly. Another black car that had not yet been attacked was almost affected by the sea of ​​​​fire. It backed up like crazy and exited the bridge in the blink of an eye, driving in the opposite direction.

From the moment Tang Can reversed his car to attract the attention of his pursuers, to the moment Tang Muzhi violently killed three pursuers, in just one minute, black smoke from a car explosion rose from the originally calm concrete bridge, as if it had just happened. A violent car accident.

Tang Muzhi threw out a stick to end the life of the screamer in the sea of ​​fire, then tore open his charred shirt and threw it into the kerosene, then turned around and got into the car.

Tang Muzhi let out a long breath, his face was ugly, his heart began beating abnormally again, sometimes beating violently, and sometimes stopping suddenly.

This time, he consumed a little too much Qi. Although the strength of the three people was average, they were still strangers who could join the Fish and Dragon Society. Their foundations were still solid. It would still take a lot of energy to control them instantly with Tai Chi Jin and Yin Qi. Qi, and he just used the third level of rebirth.

Of course, if it were Tang Muzhi before, the amount of Qi he was consuming now would be nothing and would not affect his normal activities at all.

Looking at Tang Muzhi, whose face turned pale and flushed at times, Tang Can was about to activate the Ming Guan method to investigate, but was stopped.

"Hurry up."

Tang Muzhi took out the medical silver needle and stuck it on the acupuncture point on his arm. The yin and yang qi were stimulated and the speed of circulation accelerated. The yin and yang qi in his body quickly recovered. "Lu Gu, what are you doing here to kill me at this moment..." He could only sigh inwardly at his bad luck.

……

In the evening, as the Mitsubishi drove on the mountain path, Tang Muzhi saw the whole of Fukuoka from halfway up the mountain.

With a height of 230 meters, the Fukuoka Tower, known as the "Mirror Sail", lights up, as if the Milky Way has descended, standing vertically between the sky and the earth in Fukuoka.

This is more majestic and spectacular than Tsutenkaku Tower in Osaka.

Mingzhong, who was unfamiliar with his hands and feet, lowered the window glass and looked at the tower towering into the clouds, emitting pure light, with calm and bright eyes.

"Master, little Japan is like this, we will catch up soon." Tang Can leaned on the co-pilot and said silently.

It was getting dark again, and this time it was Tang Muzhi who drove the car and met Ding Zhangan.

"Yes." Minzhong nodded dully, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the Buddha's head.

"These... technologies are better than what we are doing now."

The crowd sighed, "Before I came to Japan, I saw the development of Jingu and Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and I was shocked. I didn't expect that there is still a distance compared with others-this world."

In the eyes of the civilians, the despicable invader and the defeated suddenly developed into a goal that his country needed to strive to catch up with, and a sense of sadness arose in his heart.

"You'll catch up soon." Tang Can comforted him.

……

The meeting place with Ding Shimaan was Nishi Fukuoka Pier, and it seemed that the boat he was looking for was there.

If everything goes well, they can successfully leave Japan tonight with the Buddha's head and the two stolen treasures.

However, with such a big mess, things obviously won't end easily.

Before Tang Muzhi drove his Mitsubishi into the city of Fukuoka, several off-road vehicles painted with matte paint were modeled, their engines blaring through the dark night, and they caught up with them at extremely fast speeds!

boom!
"Tsk..." Tang Muzhi swayed and saw in the rearview mirror that the front bumper of the off-road vehicle that had just hit them was twisted. He gently unbuckled his seat belt.

The road is surrounded by relatively flat land, leaving no room for him to display his driving skills.

This is obviously because the Ichthyosaur Society analyzed their destination and sent people in advance to block them here!
"If we can't keep up with them, we can only fight head-on." Tang Can put on his hood again, "Master, you don't need to take action, just keep an eye on the Buddha's head."

"Be careful!" A golden light flashed in the eyes of the crowd, and then his face changed, and he suddenly warned.

Tang Muzhi turned his head and looked to the right of the car. There were two very abrupt ruts on the empty mud in the distance, and they were still extending towards this side!
Stealth?
Tang Muzhi shouted and got out of the car. Minzhong and Tang Can moved very quickly. The windows of the passenger seat and the rear seat were shattered at the same time. The two of them, one black and one white, fled like lightning.

Tang Muzhi stood up and half-crouched in the cramped cab, waiting for an opportunity.

boom! ! !
From a distance, the Mitsubishi looked like it was suddenly hit by a ball of air and flew backwards!

The strange thing is that this whole process actually made no sound at all!
Silencer?
Tang Muzhi was agile and jumped up while the car overturned the passenger window and looked up to the sky. He then used his feeling to locate the "ghost car" that hit them.

Clang!
Tang Muzhi's Yin Qi clung to the soles of his shoes and stepped onto the ghost car, and its entire figure was revealed: it was a six-seater off-road vehicle with a temporary bumper installed. Other than that, the car itself was nothing special. The windshield shattered upon impact.

What is worth noting is the person sitting among them. The driver is Tsujiki, the director of the Ichthyosaurus Club’s strategy department whom I met in the meditation room before. The co-pilot is a middle-aged woman holding a secret in her hand - she is also a member of the Ichthyosaurus Club. Her name is His name is Dao Yuan Chengzi, whom I met in Guanyin Temple.

Tsujimu's eyes suddenly turned red when he saw Tang Muzhi wearing a familiar yet somewhat funny headgear.

At this time, the effect of the silencer had not yet been removed. Tsujiki made a gesture, and the car door next to him was gradually wrapped in black mist. The space began to distort, and he was instantly sent out of the cab!
Eight move!

Daoyuan Chengzi is a sorcerer!

Tang Muzhi's eyes narrowed, and he knew that if the warlock acted as a third party to assist one of the two sides in the confrontation, it would be very fatal to the other side.

"I can't keep you."

Tang Muzhi was about to smash the windshield with one palm and pull out Douen Chengzi, but Tsujiki's short sword threw out a sharp sword energy. With the blessing of the silencer technique, he was unable to prevent it, so he had to quickly turn around to avoid it.

Whoosh!
The sword energy cut through the air and left a vacuum mark. Tang Muzhi leaned up to avoid the sword energy, which cut off a tuft of his hair.

The business card slipped quietly from the cuff of his clothes and was held in his hand.

When Tang Muzhi got the business card, four fine strands of wind formed into ropes and climbed up his limbs.

This familiar method reminded Tang Muzhi of Zhuge Gong's wind rope. Daoyuan Chengzi's wind rope was actually similar in strength to Zhuge Gong who had the blessing of Wuhou Qimen.

Of course, none of these were of any use to him. He carefully separated a Yang Qi quarter, and then used the power of the arm-strength Vajra to explode the wind rope. Tang Muzhi held the hand and stabbed Tsujimu in the head!

The silent environment can hide the sound produced when Tsujiki's sword energy bursts out, and it can also cover up the sound of Tang Muzhi's clothes picking up when he takes action!

Tsujiki bent his elbow to block it, and the hand spur covered by Yang Qi was extremely sharp. If his sword skills were not as fast as lightning, if the hand spur and the dagger were in contact for a moment, the handle would have destroyed the steel body of his dagger.

Without his weapon, he would be nothing but a piece of meat on the chopping block. Even if Dao Yuan Chengzi was there to assist him, he might not be able to help him.

Once failed, Tang Muzhi was about to strike instantly, but a splendid line of fire separated the two of them.

There was a flash of fire, and when Tang Muzhi looked again, the figures of Michien Chengzi and Tsujimu disappeared at the same time.

(End of this chapter)