Wang Chao has been wandering around the city of Surabaya, Indonesia for a whole day.
In the 21st century, this city has developed to be no different from some modern metropolises in China.
However, there are no high-rise buildings in the whole city, almost all of them are small one-story houses, at most four or five-story small western-style buildings and tall mosques. There are messy alleys on the edge of the city, and the trees planted on the streets are palms and coconuts, which are typical tropical plants.
Because the entire region of Indonesia belongs to the area ravaged by tropical marine storms. There are always storms and tsunamis. The house cannot be too tall.
Of course, the most numerous groups of Indonesians with curly hair and brown hair, black and monkey-like, wearing slippers and plaid shirts, walking around the streets lazily, but with eyes Cunning hides a vicious temperament.
Although it is already October, it is still very hot in the sky, and the heat waves in the city are swept away from time to time by the sea breeze and moisture.
During the day, when the sun was shining, Wang Chao casually found a Chinese restaurant on the street, had some snacks, drank tea, and was very leisurely.
And not far from him, about a kilometer away. It is a concrete road. On the side of the road, yellow lines were drawn, marking the restricted area for special vehicles. Several large off-road jeep military vehicles with English letters printed on them were parked in the restricted area.
A few dark, apparently indigenous Indonesian soldiers, wearing caps and holding AK-style guns, walked around beside the vehicle. Looking at the pedestrians walking up and down the road outside the restricted area, as long as a slightly younger yellow-skinned woman passed by, the soldier's eyes would flash with a ferocious and naked aura.
Behind these soldiers is a white painted wall that is as high as three people, and inside the wall are western-style buildings. There are also tall sentry posts and watchtowers.
This is the goal of Wang Chao, the 547th Battalion of the City Defense Army of the Indonesian Government Army stationed in Surabaya.
The family of Supreme Chief Suharni lived in it.
When Wang Chao came, he had already investigated everything clearly. The 547th battalion of the government army has a total of more than 5,000 troops, most of which are stationed in the port or scattered in other hidden places. The port of Surabaya, and the Indonesian naval fleet stationed there. And the institutions in this city are equivalent to the compound of the provincial military division in China.
But its defensive power cannot be underestimated. There are three guards inside, each guard has a hundred people. All of them are elite troops with live ammunition.
The sky gradually darkened, and the tropical weather changed as soon as it was said. Suddenly, dark clouds enveloped, strong winds blew up, and accompanied by pouring rain, it fell down, and the sky and the earth were completely dark. There is hazy water vapor everywhere, and the rain is pouring down in my ears.
As the weather changed, the streets gradually disappeared.
Wang Chao stood quietly in the dark rain, letting the rain drenched his whole body.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and even his eyesight could hardly see ten steps away. In such a dark night, there was heavy rain. It's a good time to kill.
After three or two strokes, he lurked next to the tall wall, bent his body, and swung upwards, and the man's hand had easily reached the top of the wall. With strength in his arms, his body seemed to be swinging on a swing. He swung it in the rain, flung it over the wall, and fell lightly to the ground, lurking under his body, and stuck it under a clump of palm trees.
At this moment, a string of strong lights shone on the wall.
Simultaneously, a train of footsteps passed along the road beside the clump of palm trees. Soldiers on patrol.
Wang Chao was like a big civet cat, walking through the rain like a ghost, sometimes crawling, and sprinting forward in a snake-like frame to avoid the sentinels. Lurk in directly to the small bungalow in the center.
The pouring rain and the dark night formed an excellent cover for his actions.
Although the rain made him drenched, his dantian in the lower abdomen was hot, his eyes were shining brightly, and the back of his ears were also hot. Except for these three places, every other part of the body is cold, without any heat. The beating of the heart was also reduced to a minimum.
It turned out that his martial arts have been able to gather and disperse Qi and blood, and condense a little bit at any time.
He is now transporting Qi and blood to the eyes, ears, and the lower abdomen of the dantian, so as to keep his eyesight clear and the beating of his heart be noticed by others.
He approached the western-style building in the middle like lightning. This small western-style building had almost no blind spots. The inside of the room was brightly lit. On the corridor outside the room, there were rows of soldiers standing everywhere, about thirty or so soldiers.
"It's hard to change that although Xie Li and the others hate it deeply, they have been unable to kill this Suharni many times. The security here is really too strict. I didn't raise all my spirits just now, and I couldn't touch the middle. "
The place where Wang Chao is now is very dangerous. As long as he shows a little movement and is discovered, he will immediately face the situation of random shooting. In such a situation, even if he grows wings, it will be difficult for him to escape, and he will definitely be beaten into a hornet's nest.
Wang Chao just lay there in the far corner, motionless, waiting quietly. He was very patient. One hour passed, two hours passed, and three hours passed. He still didn't move.
After crawling for such a long time, the muscles and joints of his whole body did not feel stiff at all.
Suddenly, there was commotion around the house, and another group of soldiers approached, which turned out to be the changing of the guard.
"This is the opportunity." Wang Chao kicked his legs vigorously, his body flashed, and he stuck into the drain pipe behind the western-style building like a loach at an incredible speed. His hands were like eagle claws, and he repeatedly scratched. The gecko stuck to the roof with three clicks and two clicks. The whole process takes no more than ten seconds.
This set of movements is the limit of his sudden burst of physical strength.
Since his great martial arts, he has never exploded with such a strong amount of exercise.
Wang Chao's kung fu for turning up the stairs was really faster than that of an agile old cat, and he scratched the wall silently because his hands were full of meat pads.
The whole person was stuck upside down, like a bat hanging upside down, just hanging next to a window.
Through the window, there was a light inside. It was a large room. In front of the desk, a young man with dark skin in a plaid shirt was casually flipping through a book.
Wang Chao immediately tapped the glass a few times with his finger, making a slight thumping sound.
The young man immediately looked towards the window, but he didn't find any sign. He was puzzled, put down his book, approached the window, opened the window and poked his head out.
Swish! Wang Chao seized this opportunity, rushed in like a hungry tiger looking for a sheep, and pushed the young man to the ground. Covering your mouth with your hands, taking a chest shot is a tiger's catch. Smashed his insides.
The young man's legs were straightened violently, and his eyes were fixed on Wang Chao, but they had lost their luster, like dead fish eyes.
"Little brat!" Wang Chao shot the young man to death with lightning speed, and snorted softly.
This young man is Suharman, Suharni's own son. He is 26 years old now. He has just returned from studying in the United States and is about to enter the Indonesian political arena. He is also planning to marry the Huang family, the largest Chinese businessman in Surabaya.
Wang Chao's information is very detailed.
After killing this little brat. Wang Chao was about to tidy up, bang bang bang bang! There was a knock on the door. A person spoke in Indonesian, but Wang Chao couldn't understand what he was talking about.
But he could hear that there was only one person outside the door, and he immediately stepped forward, opened the door, and saw an old man with wrinkled face, sharp eyes, wearing loose clothes, who seemed to be a housekeeper.
This Indonesian old man was very quick-witted. As soon as Wang Chao opened the door, he immediately felt something was wrong and straightened up.
Wang Chao didn't allow him to react, the chest was "the black tiger's heart".
In a hurry, the old man unexpectedly reacted quickly and lost all his composure, like a frightened leopard, jumping backwards and bumping his elbow into Wang Chao's palm at the same time. Ling pulled out a short stick from his waist with one hand, and smashed it at Wang Chao!
At the same time, his mouth opened, ready to shout.
Muay Thai elbows, Filipino short stick fights.
This Indonesian old man is actually a trainer. He is very proficient in Nanyang boxing, Muay Thai and Filipino short stick. An elbow came over, and the wind howled.
Where did Wang Chao allow him to scream, palms and elbows collided, and the tiger's claws turned into digging. It was Heihu's heart-wrenching move, which broke the old man's elbow bone with just one blow.
At the same time, the other hand was thrown behind the buttocks, "Tiger Tail Whip"!
Kacha, before the old man could yell out, the tiger tail whip was whipped on his head, with a soft bang sound, the cervical vertebrae were all shattered, and the whole head was directly smashed into the cavity.
However, when his short stick hit Wang Chao's head, it was split apart by the shock.
Wang Chao beat the old man to death, kicked and sent him into the house, let him and Suharman stack up together, closed the door casually, moved his ears, and heard the sound of the hall downstairs on the second floor.
"General, I heard that your son graduated from Harvard University in the United States. After graduation, he will enter the political arena. In the future, he will rely on him a lot."
At the top of the stairs where Wang Chao came, from the corner of his eye, he saw the scene of the large living room on the second floor. On the big leather reception sofa, sat a middle-aged Chinese man in a Tang suit, and next to the middle-aged man was a woman holding a wine glass and playing with it.
Behind the two stood two bodyguards with solid bodies and prominent temples.
On the opposite side of them was an Indonesian with dark skin, pock marks, triangular eyes, and wearing a military uniform. Behind the Indonesian were also two soldiers with guns.