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The fact that the straight-line distance of 300 kilometers in one night made Mojiang realize something.
That means if he really wanted to break the law, it would be very difficult for the police to arrest him.
Once he hides in the mountains and forests, he can appear anywhere within a range of tens of thousands of square kilometers in a single day, making it impossible for anyone to find him.
Even using satellites wouldn't solve this problem, let alone the fact that satellites aren't accurate enough to locate a specific individual.
After roughly confirming his location, Mo Jiang found a place to have breakfast.
Since this place is not far from China and Chinese tourists often come here to shop, the RMB can be used here. There is even WiFi available, as well as QR codes for Alipay and WeChat.
After quickly replenishing his energy, Mo Jiang, carrying a simple shoulder bag, hailed a taxi and told them his destination.
As the car slowly started moving, Mo Jiang half-closed his eyelids and drifted into a light sleep.
He was replenishing his energy because he was certain he would be facing a large group of gunmen once he reached his destination.
It's not just private armed groups; they may also have to contend with the country's official forces.
but……
None of this could frighten Mojiang.
As for the drug lord's gunmen, and the country's police or soldiers?
As long as missiles are not used for direct bombardment, Mo Jiang is fully capable of turning urban street fighting into a meat grinder, a bloody millstone.
Grind all the enemies inside, turning them into muddy flesh and blood.
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119. 【Naraga】means hell
The taxi didn't take an obvious detour. Although it circled around in a very discreet way, it still managed to get Mo Jiang to his destination before his patience ran out.
The price was about 30% higher than normal, but Mo Jiang didn't bother arguing with the other party and just paid the money.
Because Myanmar borders Yunnan Province in China, there is a large Chinese population in the area, so the Renminbi can be used directly there.
The driver took him to an industrial park, and the address was a little out of the way.
This place is clearly not a good place for tourists. After getting off the taxi in Mojiang, the driver drove away directly.
For taxi drivers, driving away empty means spending their own gas and money. If a driver is willing to do that, it clearly gives the driver a very bad impression.
The impression was so bad that people would leave as soon as possible, even if it meant paying someone to do it.
There were guards standing in the guard booth at the entrance of the park, but they were not the kind of security guards you see in residential communities in China. Their strong bodies, fierce eyes, and bulges at their waists all told others that these security personnel were not to be trifled with.
As Mo Jiang walked towards the park entrance, someone immediately shouted, "What are you doing here?"
Because of Mo Jiang's attire, it's not difficult to recognize him as a tourist.
"Excuse me, is Nalaga inside?"
This is intelligence that Mo Jiang obtained from interrogating others. An important node on the transportation route points to a place in this park called "Nalaga".
But the person being interrogated only knew the three characters "Nala Ga," and he didn't know what they specifically referred to.
Upon hearing the name "Nalaga," the guards exchanged glances. The next second, one of them pointed a gun at Mo Jiang's head and coldly said:
"Get over there, go now!"
They didn't dare to be too presumptuous in such a public place as the entrance, so they forced Mo Jiang into the security room.
The guards escorting the people didn't notice that Mo Jiang had a very happy expression on his face. The intelligence was delivered to his door without him having to look for it. What could be more delightful than that?
He shoved Mo Jiang into the security room and, looking like the captain, said impatiently, "Find out who sent him here, then send him into the park to be treated like a pig."
Mo Jiang sighed after hearing the word "piglet." He was willing to let these security personnel go, even though they had been very rough when they were escorting him.
But now it seems he had imagined people to be far too idealistic.
Mo Jiang smiled, but the security guards around him suddenly felt the temperature plummet, a bone-chilling cold, a winter called "death".
A fist is casually swung; a fist without a weapon is utterly threatening when swung.
Unless you are hit in a vital area, the worst injury you can suffer is only a minor one.
A fist is nothing more than a fragile weapon.
That's how it should be.
However, when the force of this punch reaches five tons, the human body becomes vulnerable.
One of the security guards' heads suddenly exploded, turning red. White liquid mixed with the head and splattered all over the others. The guards were stunned, not even realizing what had happened.
The next second, Mo Jiang grabbed the captain by the neck and lifted him up. "Now can you tell me where [Nalaga] is?"
At that moment, behind Mo Jiang, a security guard was drawing a 2-6 pistol and pointing it at his vest. Before the guard's finger could touch the trigger, Mo Jiang casually punched him away.
The security guard, who was thrown backward, crashed into the wall. His body was subjected to tremendous pressure, and the internal liquid tore through his pores and shot out.
His body slowly fell off the wall, collapsing to the ground without breathing; he was clearly going to die.
Mo Jiang stretched out his free hand and gently patted the captain's waist and abdomen. The captain, who was being held, immediately turned pale.
Because of that blow, he broke at least three ribs.
The muscles in the guy's face twitched incessantly, yet he still maintained a fierce expression. "So what if you can fight? The boss will tear you apart with bullets!"
Mo Jiang shrugged. "It's a real shame, I did give you a chance."
After saying that, Mo Jiang put his five fingers together like a knife and stabbed it directly into the captain's abdomen. Then, with a sudden grab, he pulled out the intestines and other things from the captain's abdomen.
Mo Jiang didn't kill the other person directly, but casually threw him aside, his intestines stretched to more than a meter long.
This sight terrified the surviving security guards.
"Come on, tell me what you want, or else..."
The words were not spoken, but the meaning was already very clear.
The captain was not dead yet, but his screams had undoubtedly shattered the group's will to resist.
With explanations from others, Mojiang also learned the meaning of 【Nalaga】.
In the local language, "Naraga" means hell. It is a code word used by the local gangs because the black industry in this park is not just about drug production and trafficking.
Telecommunications fraud, human organ trafficking, drug manufacturing and trafficking—all sorts of life-threatening activities, and even high-ranking officials holding shares in it—this industrial park is nothing short of a dark empire.
A few minutes later, a piercing and shrill alarm suddenly blared throughout the park. It was the highest level alarm, which immediately caused panic among everyone in the park.
The floor of the security room was now covered in blood. Mo Jiang stretched his limbs as he walked out, watching the commotion in the park with a smile.
He was the one who pressed the alarm just now. The highest level of alarm signifies one thing: that someone who poses a great threat to the park has infiltrated it.
Upon hearing this alarm, all personnel within the park must cooperate to locate the person and kill them without exception.
Moreover, due to the black and gray businesses involved in this park, it is surrounded by barbed wire fences and high walls, and some areas even have electrified barbed wire fences. There is only one place where it is safe to enter and exit.
That's the main entrance to the security room.
This place is less like an industrial park and more like a prison.
For the innocent people trapped in the park, this is a scene of hell.
But for Mo Jiang, there was only one way out, which meant that no one could leave this place alive until his bloodlust was fully satisfied.
With that thought in mind, he strode toward the group of men holding pistols who were about to question him.
Suddenly, the figure flashed and disappeared. Immediately afterwards, the gunmen were thrown around as if they had been hit by a car traveling at more than 100 kilometers per hour. Their bodies caved in, and it seemed that they had no chance of survival.
"Now let me see what I can do with my internal energy, unarmed and without firearms."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Jiang's figure transformed into a ghost and slid into the interior of the park.
【Naraga】, a place named Hell, has been visited today by an extremely ferocious and deadly beast.
He will not be satisfied or stop until he has killed everyone.
"Hahahaha, kill!"
120. Possessing a sharp weapon, the desire to kill arises spontaneously.
Mo Jiang did not choose to use firearms, or even weapons.
Because there is absolutely no need for it.
There are indeed gangsters in the park, but compared to the Chicago gangsters who claim to be "Free America, gunfights every day," their shooting accuracy is shockingly low.
And when Mo Jiang was able to slaughter Chicago gangsters and even henchmen with his own strength.
How could these things in front of him possibly harm him?
Even though he was no longer in the country, Mo Jiang made no attempt to hide his ambition to possess combat skills beyond those of ordinary people.
It struck him at a speed that was difficult for an ordinary person to react to, sending his body flying and his flesh caved in, blood splattering across the sky.
The force of this impact is similar to that of a fully loaded truck charging at full speed; no human body could withstand such an impact.
Before the gunman could even aim at Mo Jiang, his figure had already vanished like the wind. With human eyesight, it was impossible to even find Mo Jiang's shadow, let alone his movement trajectory.
The internal energy circulated throughout Mo Jiang's body, improving his physical abilities in all aspects. At the same time, Mo Jiang became more decisive and direct when facing enemies, rushing in front of them and then smashing their heads or piercing their chests with a single punch.
This isn't even a technique; it's simply using one's superhuman strength.
In this plane, there is no example of a human who has survived after losing their heart or having their head explode.
When they realized that firearms might be useless against this monster, the fear of death spread like a plague.
Don't expect these people to be an army; when they have the upper hand, they can be the most ferocious hyenas in the world.
But when they realized they were at a disadvantage, and that many of them had already been killed, all they could do was scream and scatter, trying to escape death.
Some people tried to bypass Mojiang and escape from the park's gate, just like the piglets who tried to escape in the past.
However, anyone who showed this intention would be hunted down by Mo Jiang first. In order to kill these people who tried to escape as soon as possible, Mo Jiang did not even suppress his power.
When a fist has more than ten tons of force, it is obviously impossible for the person who takes that punch to leave with a complete corpse.
The corpses that exploded in mid-air, their flesh and bone fragments transformed into arrows and bullets propelled by internal force, piercing through the people around them.
This illogical scene instantly reduced everyone's fighting spirit to zero. They didn't need to know how it was done; they only needed to know one thing.
That was the monster in front of them, which was not only unafraid of firearms, but also had the ability to kill them all with its bare hands.
Realizing that those who tried to escape would be prioritized for killing and would die in a gruesome manner, the clever guy immediately turned and ran away, trying to hide.
They prayed silently in their hearts that the monster would kill enough and leave quickly.
To lighten their load, they even threw away their weapons, fearing they would be slower than others and fall behind.
Because falling to the very end means that a fist will pierce through their chest without any resistance, or smash their skull.
Occasionally, Mo Jiang would have a mischievous urge and deliberately control his strength, inserting his palm into a person's body without piercing through them.
But this is not a manifestation of kindness, but a greater malice, a malice called the dilemma of life and death.
He would forcibly pull out random internal organs, blood vessels, and nerves from this person's body, causing blood to spray out like a fountain.
With that level of blood loss, coupled with that kind of injury, no one could survive.
Unless he can get to the hospital's ICU for emergency treatment within a minute.
Soon after, Mo Jiang heard police sirens coming from outside the park, indicating that the authorities had finally responded.
Or perhaps they simply heard the park's alarm and came to check.
But none of this matters.
Mo Jiang's eyes were completely bloodshot, and his face was twisted into a ferocious smile. Clearly, the sound of police sirens could not stop him from killing.
On the contrary, the presence of this voice intensified Mo Jiang's murderous intent.
This isn't China, so he doesn't need to worry about his family and friends being implicated in his killing spree.
Holding a sharp weapon, the desire to kill arises naturally.
When Mo Jiang possessed the fighting ability to withstand firearms, his bloodthirstiness increased to a terrifying level.
"Perfect, let me see if my current strength is enough to strike a sufficient blow against the armies of the non-Permanent Members of the UN Security Council."