Romance of Dragons and Snakes

Wang Chao has been wandering around the city in Indonesian waters all day.

By the twenty-first century, the city had grown to be no different from some modern metropolises in the country.

But there are no tall buildings, almost all of them small bungalows, up to four or five floors of small ocean buildings and tall mosques. There are also cluttered alleys on the edge of the city, and the trees planted on the streets are typical tropical palms, coconuts.

Because the entire Indonesian territory belongs to a tropical marine storm-ravaged area. There are always storms, tsunamis. The house cannot be too big.

Of course, most of them were a bunch of dark, curly, brown hair, black, monkey-like Indonesians, wearing slippers, big flower plaid shirts, walking around in the streets, lazy, yet sly eyes hiding their vicious temperament.

Although it was already October, the world was still hot, and the heat waves in the city swept through the wind and water from time to time.

During the day, when the sun was shining, Wang Chao randomly searched the street for a Chinese restaurant, had a snack, drank tea and was very relaxed.

And he's not far away, about a kilometer away. It's a cement road. On the side of the road, a yellow line was drawn, marked as a restricted area for private roads, several pieces of green oil, and large off-road Jeep military vehicles bearing the English alphabet were parked in the restricted area.

A few dark, apparently Indonesian soldiers, wearing hats, carrying AK-type guns and walking around next to vehicles. The soldier's eyes flashed naked as soon as a slightly younger yellow-skinned woman walked by looking at the pedestrian walking outside the restricted area.

Behind the soldiers was a three-man white paint fence, which contained a building of ocean buildings. There are also high posts and observatories.

This is the target of Wang Chao, the 547th Battalion of the Indonesian Axe Army stationed in Shushui.

The supreme officer, Suharni's family, lives in it.

By the time Wang Chao arrived, everything had been investigated. The 547 battalion of the Axe Army, comprising more than 5,000 troops, is mostly stationed in ports or scattered elsewhere in hiding. The harbour of Shishui and the Indonesian naval fleet are stationed. And the institutions in this city are just like the provincial military division compound in China.

But its defensive force cannot be underestimated, with three guards, each with a hundred. All of them are elite troops with live ammunition.

The sky gradually darkened, the tropical weather, said it changed, suddenly clouds covered, the wind rose, with the ladybuzzing rain, the noise fell, between the heavens and the earth, it was pitch black. It's full of hazy water and loud pouring rain in my ears.

The weather is changing and the streets are getting empty.

Wang Chaojing stood still in the pitch-black rain, leaving his whole body wet.

The more rain it rains, the harder it becomes to see even his sight ten steps away, so that in a dark night, the rain is pouring. It's a good time to kill.

After three strokes and two strokes, he lurked beside the tall wall, bending his body, facing upwards, and his hand had easily snapped to the wall head. Your arms are strong, your body is like a swing, swinging in the rain, swinging across the wall, gently falling to the ground, lurking beneath your body and sticking it under a palm tree.

At this moment, a series of intense luminous walls illuminated the past.

Meanwhile, a series of footsteps passed by the bush palm tree. Soldiers on patrol.

Wang Chao is like a big raccoon cat. He walks in the rain like a ghost, and sometimes he crawls, walks forward with a snake-style shelf, avoiding the sentry. Dive directly into the small ocean room in the center.

Lady-drenched, dark nights formed a perfect cover for his actions.

Although the rain made him [* * *], his little belly, Dantian, was hot, his eyes sparkled and his ears were hot behind his roots. Apart from these three places, all the other parts of the body are cold ice, no heat at all. The beating of the heart is also minimized.

Turns out his kung fu has reached the point of gathering some air and blood at any time.

He's transporting blood to the eyes, the ears, and the belly of Dantian to keep the ears, the eyes, the eyes, and the heart beating.

Lightning approached the middle of the ocean building, which had almost no dead end, the lights in the house were on, and there were platoons of soldiers standing in the corridors outside the house, about thirty or so.

“It's hard to change Shelley. They hate her, but they can't kill Suharni many times. The security here is too strict. I wasn't talking about all the spirit, and I couldn't touch the middle.

Wang Chao is now in a very dangerous place. As soon as a little movement is discovered, he must face the situation of indiscriminate shooting. In such a situation, even if he had wings, he could not escape and would surely be struck as a wasp nest.

Wang Chao lay in the far corner, motionless, quietly waiting, he was patient, an hour had passed, two hours had passed, three hours had passed. He still didn't move.

After such a long crawl, his muscle joints were not stiff at all.

All of a sudden, there was a tickle around the house, and another group of soldiers came and changed jobs.

“This is the opportunity.” Wang Chao slipped his legs vigorously and his body flashed. He stuck them like mud and mud at an incredible speed in the drainage pipe behind the building, his hands with eagle claws, even eagle claws, his body like a large gecko, three strokes and two strokes, and he affixed them to the roof. The whole process lasts no more than ten seconds.

This set of moves is the limit of his sudden physical explosion.

Since his martial arts success, there has never been such a powerful amount of exercise.

Wang Chao's kung fu to go upstairs is really faster than an agile old cat, and the scratching of the wall is silent because the hands are full of meat mats.

The whole person stuck down, like an upside down bat, just hung up next to a window.

Through the window, there's a light in it, it's a big room, in front of the desk, a young man in a plaid shirt, a little dark, looking at it with a book at will.

Wang Chao immediately tapped the glass slightly with his fingers, making a slight chirping sound.

The young man immediately looked at the window, but found no sign of it. He was confused. He put the book down, approached the window, opened the window and poked his head out.

Wang Chao seized the opportunity and jumped in like a hungry tiger hunting for sheep and pressed this young man to the ground. Cover your hands with your mouth and look at your chest like a tiger. Break his gut.

The young man's legs were fiercely straight and his eyes stared dead at Wang Chao, but he had lost his shine, like a dead fish eye.

“Son of a bitch!” Wang Chao killed the young man with a thunderbolt of tiger claws and a gentle snort in his nose.

This young man, Sukhaman, Sukharni's biological son, is now twenty-six years old, returning from study in the United States, has just entered the Indonesian political arena, and is about to marry Huang Shangjia, the largest Huashui businessman.

Wang Chao's information is very detailed.

Kill this kid after. Wang Chao was just about to clean up, bang bang bang! There was a knock outside the door. One speaks in Indonesian, and Wang Chao doesn't understand what he's saying.

But he could hear his ears. There was only one person outside the door. He immediately went forward and opened the door. He saw a wrinkled lane on his face, his eyes shining sharply, and the old man in the loose clothes, as if he were a butler.

This old Indonesian man, very agile, Wang Chaoyi opened the door, he immediately felt something wrong, his body straightened up.

Wang Chao did not allow him to react, when the chest is “black tiger's heart”.

In a hurry, the old man actually reacted quickly and lost his old age, like a frightened leopard, jumping backwards, while an elbow slammed into Wang Chao's palm. You pull a short stick out of your waist, and King Super smashes it!

Meanwhile, his mouth opened and he was ready to scream.

Thai Elbow Strike, Philippine Short Stick Strike.

This old Indonesian is actually a practitioner, the fighting technique of the Southern Ocean Thai boxing, the Philippine short stick makes it very familiar. One elbow came and the wind whistled.

Wang Chao did not allow him to scream, palm elbow collision, tiger claws became digging. It was the black tiger who pulled his heart out and, in just one stroke, grabbed the elbow bones of the old man.

At the same time, the other hand spins behind his ass, "Tiger Tail Whip”!

Knock, the old man hasn't yelled yet, the tiger tail whip punched him on the head, a slight chirp, the cervical spine all smashed, the whole head was shot directly into the cavity.

His short stick fell on Wang Chao's head, but was ripped apart by a backlash.

Wang Chao beat the old man to death, kicked him with his feet, sent him into the house, stacked him with Sukhaman, closed the door with his hands, moved his ears, heard the sound of the second floor downstairs lobby.

“General, I heard that your son graduated from Harvard University in the United States, and this time he came back to enter politics. More to come. ”

Wang Chao came to the stairwell and saw the view of the living room on the second floor, on the couch, a Chinese middle-aged man in a tang suit, a middle-aged woman sitting next to him with a glass handlebar.

Behind these two, standing two solid bodyguards with obvious rising temples.

Opposite them were Indonesians in military uniforms with brown skin, numb spots, triangular eyes. The Indonesian also stood behind two soldiers with guns.

(To be continued)