Chapter 180 Martyrs

No matter how angry Sol was, after the massacre, Hou Zi entered the so-called sage mode with no distracting thoughts.

Through careful analysis, he summarized and discovered the empirical rules for gaining strength after killing people.

"The more people who kill evildoers, the more power they will gain. The more powerful people they kill, the more power they will gain. As long as I always insist on justice and eliminate harm for the people, I will always be able to realize my ideal. day.”

After bloodbathing a city hall and taking hundreds of lives, his original injuries had been completely healed, and he officially had his own life field, freeing him from the embarrassment of being instantly killed by range-type ability users.

Coupled with the high-frequency sword, its own combat effectiveness is comparable to that of agile and high-level ability users.

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

"Now that I have committed such a major case, I have completely broken up with them. Even if I escape from the country, they will never let me go. It is better to stay in China and carry out my justice to the end. For a moment, I will do my best to use the knife in my hand to wipe out the injustice in my heart!"

"With my current situation, there is no need to eat; with a speed comparable to high-speed rail, I basically don't need to use transportation; with strong physical fitness, sleeping in the wilderness will not be any problem."

"When I don't need to punish evil, I can disguise myself as a homeless man, or hide in a mountainous area. It will not be easy to track me down."

"This high-frequency knife is similar to a broken bamboo pole when not in use. It seems that these dead spies have already expected this. If it is made like a dragon-slaying knife, it will be troublesome to disguise it."

After defining himself as a martyr for justice, Hou Zi began to wander and escape, and continued to pursue his so-called path of justice.

"Su Ya, female, 32 years old, Chinese nationality, divorced, has one son. Her son currently lives with his maternal grandparents in Arizona, USA. This trip is likely to protect several people returning to China. Details of residence Address..." Based on the detailed information provided by the intelligence agency, Bai Mo quickly found the whereabouts of the last owner of the needed spiritual hub.

"It's a bit troublesome. He actually went to the United States."

Because of the rising racial sentiment in the United States, states have expelled and expelled non-whites, and China's local intelligence network has also suffered a devastating blow.

"Now the people in the Intelligence Department are also in a hurry to evacuate. Others couldn't help in the past. It's more convenient for me to go there alone."

"Chen Xi, prepare for me. I want to go to Arizona, USA."

"Um."

After more than half a year of running in, Chen Xi has become completely familiar with the character of this boss. He never explains the reasons for giving orders, and does not need his subordinates to give opinions. He only needs to do as he asks. In fact, he is an extremely selfish person. people.

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

"It would be great if the guys at the institute were as worry-free as him. They never do anything behind the scenes and just sit around doing research all day long. China's research has always been bad. It's just that there are too few people like him. They are everywhere. Technocrats wielding power.”

"He alone has produced a quarter of the total data output of the entire institute. He is indeed an extraordinary talent."

“In the future, you don’t need to notify us for such small matters.”

"Yes chief."

Although anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is an independent army supported by China, after all, the two countries are not yet in an official state of war, and civilian flights can still travel between them. It is just that the number of people has been greatly reduced due to anti-foreign riots, let alone those representing the Chinese government. special plane.

After the leader spoke, everything was naturally completed as quickly as possible. Just two days later, Bai Mo, who was habitually carrying a large box, boarded the special plane specially prepared for him.

It was also the first time for the cabin crew on the special plane to see a bodyguard and a leader boarding the plane without any entourage.

However, they have been responsible for receiving senior officials for a long time and already have excellent service quality. Not asking why is one of the important rules.

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

"Yes."

Putting the box aside, he sat sideways on the seat, his shoulder-length hair hanging casually on the back of the chair, and quietly closed his eyes.

Twelve hours later, Bai Mo appeared in Moore City, Arizona, carrying a box alone.

Arizona is a state that the Independence Army has never invaded. Unlike the southeastern states, which have been ravaged by war, although both sides have restrained from using weapons of mass destruction, like the battle between ability users, various The bombing of artillery and bombs still inevitably caused a lot of damage.

The buildings here are still basically intact. Apart from the racially offensive graffiti and sporadic gunshots that can be seen everywhere, they have not changed much from before the war.

"All second-class people get out of this country!"

"Yellow skin, black skin, brown skin, you are inferior to green skin, Waaaaaaaah!"

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The streets and alleys are full of all kinds of graffiti slogans that express the madness of the creators. Bai Mo even saw a few people who had just smoked marijuana, picked up spray paint, and sprayed randomly on a wall.

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

The further he went towards his destination, the more chaos he found. Some of the idle rioting young people were holding gasoline bottles and some were holding guns. They all seemed to be running to the same place.

Along the way, Bai Mo did not hide his spiritual energy fluctuations at all, and his powerful aura was almost substantial, oppressing all the ordinary people nearby, making it difficult for them to even breathe.

Although the opponent obviously had an oriental face, most of the thugs chose to avoid him. Only a few who were not afraid of death or did not believe in evil dared to shoot him with heavy firearms.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

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

"People in a crazy group tend to lose their IQ." The whizzing bullets were forcibly reversed by the mental wall surrounding Bai Mo, and returned to their launcher.

"My..." Before he could say the word "God", several people holding guns were already beaten into a hornet's nest by the bullets they fired.

If anyone noticed the guns held on their bodies, they would find something like this - a bullet that flew backwards was shot into the barrel of each gun, completely destroying the structure of the gun body.