No Pollution, No Public Harm

Chapter 53

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The so-called "instructor" of this black robe, apart from his apprentices, doesn't care about the cries of trashy snacks, not to mention the group of "broiler students" in the building who stretched their necks and shouted for help. The money has already arrived, and the venue is It was rented, the rent had not been paid, and the fire was burnt, he took the money and left, went back for a good year, and built a new den in the next year.

Anyway, there are young people all over the world who can't find a job. Just put on the shell of a leather bag company and put up an advertisement on the recruitment website, and you can immediately attract a group.

As for murder and arson, he didn't care at all—in his opinion, what the murderer feared was nothing more than legal punishment and jail time, provided that the police caught him, and the police couldn't catch him.

Take the head of this old beggar and go back and explain.

However, at this time, the face of the man in black robe, who had been relaxed and comfortable, finally changed.

I saw a row of blades nailed to the ground, slantingly inserted into the soft soil, each blade was about the same width above the ground, and the distance between the two blades was almost equal, all the way to his feet, he just couldn't dodge, The hem of the jacket was scraped with a small slit!

The man in black robe has walked sideways for so many years, and he has never suffered such a loss.

Also shocked was Uncle Yang, who opened his mouth and called out "Wei" vaguely, then remembered something and swallowed the words back.

Yes, Wei Xiao is dead.

And this palm supporting his back seems to be a little thinner. Although the footsteps are light, it has a sense of casual procrastination, not as low-key as that person back then.

At this time, Xu Shaowen opened his mouth and asked what the other two wanted to know: "What are you doing?"

The hooded man replied, "I'm here to inquire about something. I'm catching up with you guys. Sorry to disturb you."

Although she kept her voice low and deep, but after all, she was a neighbor who looked down and did not look up. Lao Yang heard it in an instant, and stared at her back in disbelief—this is the one who borrowed from Zhang Meizhen’s house. girl!

Gan Qing didn't look at him, and took two steps forward loosely. Xu Shaowen stepped back subconsciously, staring at her hands, which were covered with black cloth strips.

"Excuse me—a while ago, there was a group of people who enshrined the 'Wanmuchun' wooden plaque. They drew a dotted line with a red pen and taught others how to wipe their necks on the spot." Gan Qing said politely, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Wan Muchun," Hei Pao was stunned for a moment, then he glanced at the blade on the ground and understood something, "Who are you from Wan Muchun? Disciple?"

Gan Qing smiled: "Where, Wan Muchun has no disciples, I'm just a talkative old friend."

"The word 'chun' is indeed ours," Hei Pao looked at the person who was covered by the hood and mask in front of him, maybe because he didn't think she was a good thing, he said frankly, "It used to be a coincidence. , Our head met a descendant of Wan Muchun, and got a little bit of Kung Fu inheritance, but unfortunately the disciples are not good enough."

"Oh, he said he was the descendant of Wan Muchun..." Gan Qing took the word "heir" very seriously and asked in a very strange tone, "Is it called 'Wei Huan'?"

"Yes, it's him," the man in black robe nodded, "also your friend?"

"No," Gan Qing suddenly laughed. Then, she didn't even say hello, but she attacked directly. The blade flipped between her fingers. He slashed his neck, "I don't..."

"Pick up friends from the trash."

In an instant, the hairs on the man in black robe exploded, but he reacted extremely quickly, retreated to a safe distance in an instant, picked up the three-edged thorn and swung it out.

Lao Yang: "Be careful!"

In this kind of close combat, the attack distance of the opponent's weapon is the "safe distance". Gan Qing only has a small blade in her hand, and the attack radius is only the length of her arm, which is equivalent to a bare fist. And when the black robe is on guard, the lethality of the flying blade is very limited - even the legendary "Little Li flying knife", the flying knife is more than three inches long, probably not the shaving of Li Tanhua's beard blade.

The black robe's two three-edged thorns blocked the vital points of his body. There was a "ding dong" noise, and the blades that were hit flew everywhere. Xu Shaowen was affected by Chi Yu, and the head mouse ran behind a big tree.

"Next!" Lao Yang was afraid that she would suffer a loss, so he raised his hand and threw his crutch to Gan Qing. Gan Qing caught it. The hardwood crutch spun half a circle in her palm and crossed against the black robe's three-edged thorn. , The man in black robe shouted, and suddenly exerted his strength, the protruding three-edged thorn was like a long spear, and it knocked Gan Qing out again and again, at the same time, another three-edged thorn swept over.

Uncle Yang didn't know if it was to show off her wealth or what. The solid wood crutches were long and heavy, and she was very uncomfortable to use them.

She should be wearing some kind of protective gear on her forearm. This sound sounded like a metal collision. It didn't hurt the flesh, but the bones were enough. Gan Qing's right arm lost strength in an instant, the crutch in her hand was crooked, and the hood When it fell, the hair hanging down from her cheeks curled up and hooked her chin, and the face covered by the mask looked only the size of a slap.

"It turned out to be a little girl's movie," Heipao Xinren said, "what a wolf with a big tail."

The three-edged thorns went around the crutches and stabbed straight at her lower abdomen. At this time, Gan Qing's center of gravity was on her left foot. The man in Heipao could see that she did not have the strength to hit the three-edged thorns with one hand, so she could only use her left foot as the axis. Dodge, so without waiting for her to move, another three-edged thorn came across, just blocking the space where she was dodging!

Gan Qing didn't hide. She suddenly let go of her crutches and threw her cane down. She shrank into a ball like a spring, and the three-edged thorns brushed the top of her head. Arriving in front of Hei Pao, Hei Pao screamed, and a three-edged thorn fell to the ground—Gan Qing pressed a small blade into his wrist holding the weapon!

It was a "double-sided blade". When the blade on one side poked into the wrist of the man in black robe, the other side was against Gan Qing's finger.

Her fingers were obviously also made of flesh and blood, and as deep as the blade pierced into the opponent's wrist, it pierced into her finger as deeply. Blood dripped down the belly of the finger instantly, soaking the hand-wraps. And as if she didn't notice it, she wiped the blood on the palm of her hand at will, and picked up the three-edged thorn that fell to the ground.

The firelight illuminated her eyes, and those eyes were cold, with a bit of a desperado-like temperament.

The man in black robe was a little frightened for no reason. He shouted and rushed forward. The three-edged thorns flew up and down, making people dazzled. Gan Qing walked around without touching the ground, dodging all the way.

The man in black robe: "Kill!"

This seemed to be a signal. His voice fell, and Xu Shaowen, who was hiding behind the tree, suddenly appeared, and from somewhere he pulled out a homemade gun and fired at Gan Qing's back!

The roar of earth guns was drowned out by the explosion.

The on-board fire extinguisher brought by the police was a drop in the bucket and could not be suppressed at all, and the flames became more greedy.

Mr. Zhou was locked in a separate solitary confinement room on the second floor. With the explosion, gravel continued to fall from the ceiling, and there was a chaotic voice outside. He hurriedly slammed the door hard: "Is there anyone? Let me out. !"

But it was too noisy in the building at this time, and no one noticed the movement when he hit the door. Soon, smoke began to drill in through the crack of the door.

Han Dongsheng picked up a few sheets from the small yard that were hanging there, sprayed it with a watering faucet, put it under his arm along with a car fire extinguisher, went around to the side farther from the kitchen, jumped up, and barely covered it. Window lattice on the second floor.

The body is too heavy, the heart is the form. Han Dongsheng sighed secretly.

Immediately afterwards, the blue veins on his neck jumped out horribly, his arms exerted his strength to suckle, and he hung himself up, knocked open the glass window, and tied the wet sheets into a rope. The panicked old people shouted: "This way!"

The police also rushed over. Han Dongsheng picked up an old man who was about to cry in fright, shoved him directly into the window, and threw him out. The following police officers picked up the man.

The heat wave was surging, Han Dongsheng took off his coat and sweater, and shouted at the old people: "Find a wet towel, wet clothes to cover your mouth and nose... Cough..."

The scurrying old men and the old ladies huddled together in the narrow corridor like flies, almost causing a stampede accident. Han Dongsheng held his breath and rushed over. Old man, race against time to deliver.

The uncontrollable fire was getting bigger and bigger, and several disciples of the beggar gang rushed over to help carry the people. The flesh is still on fire - he hasn't found Mr. Zhou yet!

"Dad!" Han Dongsheng gave the old lady in his hand to the beggar gang, and rushed in against the flow of people, "Is there anyone else in there? Dad!"

Mr. Zhou, who was trapped in the confinement room, raised the wooden chair and slammed the door with all his might, but the door didn't move!

He remembered the qigong books he had read, and desperately tried to use the "internal power" in his dantian. However, when he inhaled the air, half of it was full of smoke. Mr. Zhou choked with tears and tears, and his fingers clawed at the crack of the door: "Help, help... cough..."

It's really strange, when they signed up for "Elysium", they all felt that their life was boring and had nothing to live, so they wanted to find a place where they could comfort themselves and not be so lonely and go to death .

But a natural and man-made disaster suddenly came, and the old people were shocked to find that they still had such a strong desire to survive.

Mr. Zhou was stupefied by the smoke, his fingernails were cracked and blood was drawn, but his hands were still scratching the door unconsciously.

A hazy thought popped up in his heart, and he thought: "My Zhou Zhou has not finished elementary school yet."

Outside the fire, Gan Qing seemed to be quite familiar with these shameless routines. The moment the man in the black robe made a sound, she jumped out one step, the earth gun shot in the air, Xu Shaowen scolded, and was about to take aim again. A pain in the back of the head - he was knocked unconscious by Uncle Yang.

Old Yang panted heavily and looked up nervously.

The man in black robe took advantage of Gan Qing's dodging guns, seized the opportunity, and almost pressed her to fight, two three-edged thorns collided back and forth in the air, and the black robe swept across with one foot. At the same time, he struggled to lift the three-edged thorn above his head, holding the man in black robe and slashing his head.

She was wearing a pair of old, tattered boots. They were big, with a stupid and outdated square toe. Judging from the style, they seemed to be men's boots—the kind worn by middle-aged and elderly people.

Heipao lifted her leg to lift her off. At this moment, an iron cone suddenly popped out of Gan Qing's sloppy soles. The man in black robe made such an effort that he took the initiative to nail his feet up!

The scream made the well-informed Yang Gang leader tremble.

These two, one has a cold gun behind his back, and the other hides the universe under his feet. "The little devil is one foot tall, and the big devil is one foot tall." There is no lower limit!

Gan Qing grabbed the uninjured arm of the man in black robe, and cut the knife between his fingers like a tailor.

Only now did Lao Yang find his voice, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't kill!"

This voice was timely, Gan Qing swept the hand between the throat of the black robe, and flexed his fingers, rubbing a layer of oily skin of the man in the black robe, wrapped around the back of his neck, and slapped down—

The black-robed man swooped on the ground silently, limping on one foot.

Uncle Yang looked at her in surprise: "You... you are... "

Gan Qing avoided his gaze, reached out and fiddled with the heel, the awl on the sole fell off, she rubbed the blood on the sole of the shoe on the soil, and glanced at the chaotic fire scene: "I'll go take a look."

Lao Yang: "Wait!"

Gan Qing turned a deaf ear, slipped his feet, and the person was already several meters away.

"Big brother! There's no one in there! Hurry up!" In the small building, two policemen carried an old man on their backs and grabbed Han Dongsheng, "The fire is about to burn! This building is full of wood, and it has to collapse!"

Han Dongsheng hurriedly broke the faces of the two old men, none of them were Mr. Zhou. Without saying a word, he waved the policeman's hand away and ran into the fireworks.

The wet towel could cover his mouth and nose briefly, but not his eyes. Han Dongsheng's eyes were red with smoke, and he looked around desperately.

Just then, he heard a faint scratching at the door.

Han Dongsheng's eyes widened, he quickly recognized the source of the sound, ran over, and slammed the door twice: "Get out of the way!"

However, Mr. Zhou didn't have the strength to get out of the way. He didn't even recognize the family's voice, and he slipped down the door in confusion.

Han Dongsheng took a few steps back for a run, shrank his shoulders, and slammed into it with all his strength. The door of the confinement room snapped open, and the unconscious old Mr. Zhou was knocked out.

Han Dongsheng rushed forward, stretched out his hand to probe his breath, and couldn't figure out why he was in a panic. He carried the old man on his shoulder and ran out.

There was another explosion sound downstairs, and the white light tube hanging on the roof of the corridor trembled a few times before smashing down, but Han Dongsheng could no longer see it clearly.

In the blink of an eye, a coat flew over, and when the lamp tube that fell from the empty pocket slammed against the wall, Han Dongsheng stumbled and was supported by someone.

Han Dongsheng saw the person coming through his eyes full of tears: "It's you..."

The police downstairs were shouting loudly. Gan Qing dragged the fainted old Mr. Zhou up and threw him out.

"Boom", half of the small building collapsed—