The Original Seeker Chapter 180: Martyrs

　　 Regardless of how desperate Saul was, after the massacre, Hou Zi entered the so-called sage mode, without distracting thoughts.

　　 Through careful analysis, he summarized and discovered the law of experience in gaining power after killing.

　　"The more people who kill evil deeds, the more power they can gain. The stronger people are killed, the more power they can gain. As long as I insist on justice and kill harm for the people, there will always be There is a day to realize your dreams."

　　After bloodbathing a municipal government and harvesting hundreds of lives, his original injuries have been completely healed, and he has officially his own life field, free from the embarrassment of being killed by a range-type ability person.

　　 Coupled with the high-frequency knife, its own combat power is already comparable to that of agile high-level abilities.

　　 When he was not blinded by the desire to kill, he was sober and began to plan his future route.

　　" Now that such a big case has been made, they have completely smashed their faces. Even if they escape the country, they will never let me go. It is better to stay in China and implement my Justice till the last moment, do my best, use the knife in my hand to do everything in my heart!"

　　"In my current situation, there is no need to eat; it has a speed comparable to high-speed rail, and basically does not need to use transportation; with a strong physical fitness, there will be no problems sleeping in the wilderness. "

　　 "When there is no need to punish evil, I can completely pretend to be a tramp, or hide in a bump, it is not easy to track me down."

　　"This high-frequency knife is similar to a broken bamboo pole when it is not in use. It seems that these dead spies had expected this a long time ago. If it were made like a dragon knife, it would be troublesome to disguise it."

　　 After defining himself as a martyr of justice, Hou Zi began to wander and flee, and continue to implement his so-called path of justice.

　　"Su Ya, female, thirty-two years old, Chinese nationality, divorced, has a son, and her son lives in the State of Arizona with his maternal grandparents. This trip is likely to protect a few people from returning to China , Detailed address of residence..." According to the detailed information provided by the intelligence agency, Bai Mo quickly found out the whereabouts of the last required Lingshu owner.

　　 "It's a bit troublesome, but I went to America."

　　Because of the rising racist sentiment in the United States, all states have rejected and expelled non-whites, and the local intelligence network of China has also been devastated.

　　 "Now the people in the Intelligence Department are also in a hurry to evacuate, and other people couldn't help in the past. It's more convenient for me to go by myself."

　　"Chen Xi, prepare for me. I'm going to Arizona, USA."

　　 "Hmm."

　　 After more than half a year of running-in, Chen Xi is already fully familiar with the character of the boss. He never explained the reason for the order, and he does not need to give advice from his staff. He only needs to do what he asks, which is actually a Extremely self-conscious people.

　　 "He is going to the United States to find this woman?" Bai Mo's request, together with the information previously inquired by the intelligence department, was quickly conveyed to the ears of several leaders through the intelligence team dedicated to him, "No matter what he is The reason, let him pay attention to safety, the United States is now in a mess, and arrange for him a special plane for us."

　　"It would be good if the guys in the research institute were as worry-free as him, never doing things behind their backs, and spent the whole day doing research. Huaguo has been unable to do research, because there are too few people like him. There are technocrats everywhere."

　　"He has already produced a quarter of the total number of data in the research institute. He is indeed an inexperienced talent."

　　"In the future, we won't need to notify us of such small things."

　　 "Yes the chief."

　　 Although everyone knows that it is an independent army supported by China, after all, the two countries are not in an official state of war, and civilian flights are still available. It is just that the number of people has been greatly reduced because of the xenophobic riots, let alone representing China’s politics _The special plane of the house.

　　 After the leader spoke, everything was naturally completed at the fastest speed. Only two days later, Bai Mo, who habitually carried a large box, boarded a special plane specially prepared for him.

　　The crew on the special plane also saw a bodyguard and a leader boarding the plane without any entourage.

　　 But they have long been responsible for receiving high-level officials and they already have excellent service quality, so don’t ask why it’s one of the important rules.

　　 "You don't need to prepare anything for me." As soon as he got on the plane, Bai Mo directly said to the service staff present.

　　 "Yes."

　　 put the box aside, he leaned on the seat, his long hair draped casually over the back of the chair, and closed his eyes quietly.

　　 Twelve hours later, Bai Mo carried the box alone and appeared in Moore City, Ali State.

　　Yali State is a state that the Independence Army has not invaded. Unlike the Southeastern states, which have been ravaged by war, although both sides have refrained from using weapons of mass destruction, it is like a battle between capable people. , The bombing of various artillery and bombs still inevitably caused a lot of damage.

　　 The buildings here are still basically intact. Except for the racial rejection graffiti that can be seen everywhere, and sporadic gunshots, it has not changed much from before the war.

　　"Second class people all get out of this country!"

　　"Yellow leather, black leather, brown leather~IndoMTL.com~You are inferior to green leather, Waaaaaaaah!"

　　……

　　 There are all kinds of venting graffiti slogans on the streets and alleys, telling the madness of the creators. Bai Mo has even seen a few people who have just smoked marijuana, then picked up spray paint and staggered on a wall. spray.

　　 But none of this has much to do with him, as long as his goal is not dead. Bai Mo took out the online map and proceeded according to the location provided on the information.

　　The more he walked toward the destination, the more chaos he found. The idle riots, young people with gasoline bottles and guns, seem to be running to one place.

　　 Along the way, Bai Mo did not hide his psychic energy fluctuations in the slightest. The tyrannical aura was almost materialized, oppressing all the ordinary people nearby, making it even difficult for them to breathe.

　　 Although the opponent is obviously an Oriental face, most of the thugs chose to avoid it, and only a small number of people who are not afraid of death or believe in evil, and those with heavy guns dared to shoot him.

　　 "Pretend to be a god!"

　　 "Da da da da da da da da!" Several big white men with "...GREATAGAIN" tattoos on both arms roared and pulled the trigger in their hands.

　　 "People in a crazy group tend to lower their IQ." The howling bullets were forcibly reversed by the thought force wall surrounding Bai Mo and returned to their launchers.

　　 "My..." Before the word "God" could be said, the few people with guns had been beaten into hornet nests by the bullets they fired.

　　 If someone noticed the guns they were holding on their bodies, they would find something like this-an inverted bullet was shot into the barrel of each gun, completely destroying the structure of the gun body.