Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 689
Hearing Du Weiguo's voice, Songpa's figure froze instantly as if he was suddenly nailed in place.

The man on the boat changed his face, his eyes turned cold, he suddenly put the child in his arm under his arm, and rushed towards Songpa. In an instant, there was a cold light in his hand.

"Chong!"

A stream of light shot from the direction of the cockpit and went straight to the man's face, but was blocked by the dagger in his hand.

But the second dim light that came almost at the same time, he couldn't dodge it no matter what, the extremely sharp little Tang knife nailed into his forehead silkily, making a soft pop.

This tough and sturdy man suddenly lost his eyes and fell to his knees on the deck with a plop. The child under his arm also dropped his hands, and Songpa Fei hugged him in his arms.

The little Tang knife that was caught by the man Gefei was about to fall into the sea, the handle of the knife was caught by a thin black lock, and then returned to Du Weiguo's hand with a whiz.

At this time, Sompa was kneeling on the deck, holding the hand of his son whose finger had been severed, crying bitterly.

While crying softly, the sensible child stretched out his hand to caress Songpa's cheek, comforting something weakly.

"puff!"

There was also a driver on the speedboat that the stalwart man was riding on. Just as he was about to launch the speedboat to escape, a bullet flew past his head and wiped off one of his ears.

"Ah~"

When the stabbing pain came, the man immediately covered his ears, blood was dripping between his fingers, and he wailed in pain.

Du Weiguo cast his icy eyes on his face, brought the silencer of the pistol close to his lips, and made a hissing motion.

The man understood instantly, and immediately turned off the motor of the speedboat, and then tightly covered his mouth, not even daring to say a word.

It's a smart guy, hey.

Songpa had come to his senses at this moment, led his son, knelt on the deck together, bowed to Du Weiguo humbly, with an extremely solemn expression.

At noon, the sun was scorching, and there was not even a breath of wind. In the top floor suite of Pattaya Doli Hotel, the big fox was lying listlessly on the sofa, sulking.

Du Weiguo, that bastard, has disappeared for a day and a night, and the big fox is bored by himself, like a five-backed six-beast.

Suddenly, the big fox pricked up his ears, then stood up, and looked towards the balcony with some doubts.

Afterwards, the big fox's figure flashed, like a crimson glow, and instantly appeared on the balcony railing.

On the sea below the hotel, there is a white and beautiful yacht parked. At this moment, Du Weiguo is standing on the deck, swinging his arms, and shouting loudly:

"Hu Da, Hu Da! Hurry up and go downstairs, I'll take you out to sea to play!"

"It's so stupid~"

The big fox curled his lips in disgust, and said so, but the big dark red eyes shone with light, which was so bright and frightening.

A while later, the most beautiful lady in the hotel carried a backpack and took a small sightseeing ferry from the hotel, and slowly came to the side of the yacht.

After she handed the backpack to Du Weiguo, she returned to the hotel alone. Such a move made all the female employees who stretched their necks to watch the excitement, thinking that she had already climbed a high branch, secretly happy and disappointed.

A few moments later, the beautiful white yacht started to sail along the long coastline of Pattaya, chopping the waves.

The big fox sat firmly in front of the glass of the cockpit, letting the strong sea wind blow its hair like waves.

The expression is very comfortable.

The big fox had blown enough of the sea breeze, and seemed to have come to his senses. He swiftly rushed into the cockpit, his tone full of doubts:
"Du Da, didn't you just say you were going to go fishing? Why did you go to the shore?"

While controlling the yacht, Du Weiguo replied casually:
"Oh, I've made an appointment with a friend to chat casually, and pick up the fishing rod by the way. It will be very fast, and there will be no delay."

"Friends? What friends can you have here in Pattaya?"

The big fox's face was full of the expression that you don't want to lie to me, Du Weiguo curled his lips arrogantly:

"Hu Da, if you want me to tell you, your vision is narrow, isn't it? I am a contemporary hero who has made friends all over the world."

"Bah! You're still a contemporary hero, you are clearly~"

The big fox spat and was about to retort when he suddenly saw a speedboat approaching the yacht on the sea.

In front of the speedboat, a handsome middle-aged mixed race guy James was waving his hands desperately, with a passionate and almost flattering expression.

Du Weiguo turned off the yacht's engine, raised his eyebrows and glanced at the big fox, his expression was full of complacency, the big fox decisively closed his mouth and turned his head away.

In the living room of the yacht, James put the fishing gear on the table one by one, and introduced enthusiastically:
"Mr. Wesley, this is the best sea fishing rod that can be found in Pattaya so far. Here are several kinds of baits, as well as spare hooks and lines~"

James' posture is very low, which is somewhat dog-legged. He has benefited a lot from this operation, and his achievements and benefits have been softened.

Moreover, Du Weiguo's display of combat power really frightened him. With such a character, he can only try his best to make friends, hugging his thigh tightly, and must not offend him.

This is James' final conclusion.

At this time, Du Weiguo had a Cuban cigar in his mouth, and said in a calm tone:
"James, let me bother you. The Gulf of Siam is originally a shallow bay, and there are boats coming and going. There are no big fish at all."

James nodded:

"That's right, Mr. Wesley is really knowledgeable. If you want to catch big fish in Siam, you have to go to Krabi, where there are many big fish!"

Du Weiguo smiled and shook his head lightly:
"Not necessarily, I heard that there is a big fish here in Pattaya, and it is at the overlord level!"

"A big fish at the overlord level? Mr. Wesley, why haven't I heard of it? Where did you hear about it?"

James' smile was a bit forced, and his eyes flickered. In fact, when he saw the boat, James already had a premonition of something ominous.

"Somchai Khun Boon, is he a big fish at the overlord level?"

Du Weiguo didn't go around in circles, and directly stated his purpose. James' pupils shrank involuntarily when he heard the name.

"Mr. Wesley, Somchai Khun Boon is a member of Parliament of Siam and the mayor of Pattaya Special City, you~"

"Well, I know, I'm going to kill him, just tonight!"

Du Weiguo exhaled smoke leisurely, in a very casual tone, as if saying whether to eat fish or chicken tonight, James' forehead burst into sweat instantly, and his tone stuttered in fright.

"Mr. Wesley, you, is there some misunderstanding here?"

Du Weiguo's tone was teasing:

"James, you don't have to be afraid, the reason why Somchai Khun Boen can achieve what he is today is because black and white are mixed together.

Isn't it because they have a good relationship with the gorillas? Anyway, the gorillas only have interests in their eyes, so it's not difficult to change an agent, right? "

James wiped the sweat from his forehead in embarrassment, and swallowed: "Change the agent?"

Du Weiguo nodded, and said confidently:
"That's right, it's just to change the interest agent. Anyway, Somchai Khun Ben will undoubtedly die tonight, so it is imperative to change the agent. For this matter, you need to help bridge the gap."

James was speechless immediately:
"Uh~"

You know, James is an Interpol, and now Du Weiguo told him without hesitation that he was about to assassinate the current mayor of Pattaya.

The most ruthless thing is that Du Weiguo also asked James to help match the new agent. This request is simply sensational.

James' face, as if changing his face during a show, turned red for a while, then turned pale for a while, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Du Weiguo was not in a hurry, and while smoking a cigarette, he fiddled with fishing gear carelessly.

After a long time, James raised his head again and asked solemnly:

"Mr. Wesley, may I ask, who is the new agent you are looking for?"

James is a smart man and ambitious, he knows that if Du Weiguo is rejected today, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow night, he will die just like Somchai Khun Ben.

After seeing Du Weiguo's methods with his own eyes, James has no doubts about the result. For such a character, if he wants to kill someone, no one can stop him.

There was a hint of satisfaction in Du Weiguo's eyes. He liked dealing with smart people, especially smart people who were afraid of death.

Du Weiguo put down his cigar, his tone was unusually calm:

"Well, the new agent is called Sompa, and he is the inspector of the Pattaya Police Headquarters."

"Police Inspector?"

James' tone was extremely surprised, his eyes protruded, and his mouth grew so big that he could fit a fist in it, the Virgin Mary of Jesus!

Get rid of a member of Congress, the current mayor, and then go to support a penniless little detective?Isn't this a fantasy?

Du Weiguo glanced at him, his tone still calm: "What's the matter? James, you should know this person, right?"

James' mouth was dry, and his dry voice was a little distorted:

"Yes, I know. Detective Songpa is smart and capable. He is a capable police officer, but, but~"

"Just what?" Du Weiguo laughed teasingly.

James gritted his teeth, bit the bullet and said:

"Songpa's status is too low. How could he continue to live in such a big plate in Pattaya as a small detective?"

Du Weiguo frowned impatiently, then stroked his chin:

"Well, what you said makes sense. Songpa's position is indeed a bit too low."

Upon hearing this, James breathed a sigh of relief, but Du Weiguo suddenly changed the subject:
"That's it, I'll kill Somchai Khun Ben and his son tonight, and then you can work it out and pin their deaths on those dead ghost pirates.

Then give Songpa the credit for solving the case. In this way, with the support of the gorilla, Songpa can almost be promoted to deputy director, right? "

James was stunned, his face was pale, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his eyes were a little dull. Du Weiguo patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said warmly:
"James, you don't need to do this, Sompa is not Somchai, he is not so greedy and he is better controlled.

If this thing is done, the gorilla can get % more, and you can get % too. You also need funds to handle the case, right? For Jinshan Yinhai in Pattaya, % is definitely a lot! "

James' eyes lit up, threatening and seducing, Du Weiguo, like a persuasive devil, had already completely grasped him in the palm of his hand.

It's night, in the Huang Aimati area in the north of Pattaya, on the beach, a luxurious manor less than 500 meters from the Temple of Truth.

This manor is the most luxurious residence that Du Weiguo has seen so far, covering an area of ​​more than 10 mu.

The manor is directly connected to a beach. There are a large number of coconut trees in the yard, and the lawn is meticulously trimmed. The main building is a white four-story building with several thousand square meters.

This is the property under the name of a distant cousin of Somchai Khun Boen, but his distant cousin has been in Citigroup for many years, so Somchai Khun Boon stayed here.

Huh~
The manor was heavily guarded, and there were teams of bodyguards armed with live ammunition, patrolling back and forth with hounds.

On the second floor of the main building, in a closed study room, a middle-aged man with a gloomy complexion, not tall, and not angry or arrogant, sat on the leather chair behind the desk, his face frosty.

Opposite him, a young man with a gray face and black and blue eye circles was kneeling on the ground trembling.

At this time, the phone on the table rang, and the middle-aged man picked it up, spoke a few words in English, and after a while, he dropped the microphone on the stand angrily.

Immediately, he angrily picked up a jade pen holder on the table, threw it at the young man kneeling on the ground, and shouted:
"You bastard! How could I give birth to such a waste like you?" (It's all in Siamese, automatically translated.)
Caught off guard, the young man who was kneeling on the ground, his body hollowed out by alcohol, had no time to dodge, and was hit hard on the forehead by the pen holder.

Blood splattered immediately, the young man fell to the ground, howling in half-truth and half-fake pain, the middle-aged man showed no mercy, his eyes were cold, and his tone was harsh:

"Trash, why didn't I smash you to death?"

As he said that, the middle-aged man picked up a decorative short knife on the table, and the young man stopped pretending immediately, turned over, knelt on the ground, rubbed his hands and begged miserably:

"Father, father, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, I must change, please, give me another chance~"

"Wrong? Where did you go wrong?"

The middle-aged man's eyes showed a fierce light, his tone was gloomy, and the young man said with snot and tears:

"I shouldn't have killed those girls, I shouldn't~ah~"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man slammed the dagger in his hand at the young man, but the dagger was sheathed, so he didn't really kill him after all.

Tiger poison does not eat children, and this young man is still his legitimate son, the only heir.

The young man screamed in fright, and the middle-aged man cursed angrily:
"You trash, you are wrong, but the fault is not in killing a few girls, I, the son of Somchai Kun, killing a few girls is nothing at all.

You were wrong in doing things badly, you were caught by someone, and you were wrong in not being able to kill that meddling policeman directly! "

Hearing this, the young man held the scabbard dagger blankly and looked at his father in astonishment.

Somchai glanced at him coldly, picked up the cigar on the table, lit it, and took a puff, with a harsh tone:

"Pala, you are the son of my Somchai Khun Boen, and you are also the legitimate son, you were born with the privilege of killing people.

A few women in the dead zone are irrelevant, but you are so cowardly in handling things, you can't even handle a small policeman, how will you inherit my career in the future? "

Somchai was extremely domineering, showing the true qualities of the godfather of the underworld. Pala stopped pretending now, his slender eyes gleamed fiercely, and his tone was full of hatred:
"Everything was going well. I have already found my brother and the policeman, and sent Laman there, but a meddling fool suddenly popped up on the way and ruined my business."

"Fool?"

Somchai gritted his teeth, his expression was gloomy, his eyes were red, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat, he roared angrily:

"You are such a waste, do you know that because of your stupid move, your brother still hasn't been found yet.

And this idiot in your mouth, nicknamed Shashen, is he a terrifying existence that can fight against the army on his own? "

(End of this chapter)