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

Chapter 690 Uncrowned King
"Huh? Can one person fight against the army?"

Songpa's mouth was wide open, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He is not a fool, so he naturally knows what it means.

Although he has a sinister, cruel and vicious personality, he indulges in drinking and sex all day long to satisfy his perverted desires.

He didn't hear what was going on outside the window, so he didn't know that Du Weiguo, a peerless and ruthless person like Du Weiguo, was already on the ground in Siam.

Somchai's eyes were dark and prey, and he gouged out Pala's eyes with hatred, and said in a low tone:

"You trash, wandering outside all day long, you only enjoy lying on a woman's belly, you know what a fart!
This evil god is not an ordinary person. Some time ago, he killed the Eight Hundred Dragons by himself in the Triangle Land, and even dispersed an army. Two days ago, he single-handedly wiped out the pirates in Songkhla. "

"The group of pirates who attacked the Queen's Stage? This, so powerful? No wonder Laman fell into his hands. Father, what should we do now?"

Pala's tone was flustered, he didn't know about the Eight Hundred Dragons in Triangle Land, but he knew about the group of tough pirates entrenched in Songkhla.

Even if it wasn't a few days earlier, this group of pirates had just wiped out the rampant activities of the Queen's Ballroom. His father, the godfather of the underworld, a member of Congress, and the mayor of Pattaya.

Black and white eat everything, and people who cover the sky with one hand, every time they smuggle drinks and medicines by sea, they have to obediently give them money for the journey.

It's not that Somchai didn't try it before, and the result is self-evident, the military and police joint brigade sent was beaten to annihilation.

In Pala's eyes, those ferocious pirates were all ruthless people who killed people without batting an eyelid, but now they were wiped out by one person.

And this person, now staring at him again, just thinking about it, Pala felt shuddering and his scalp was numb.

"Hmph! Laman is just a simple-minded street gangster, relying on flour to win over a group of idiot-like addicts.

I told you a long time ago that it is difficult for a person like him to become a master. When he meets a real master, he is just an ant and will be crushed to death. "

Somchai snorted coldly, and commented disdainfully. At this moment, Pala was really panicked, and he couldn't care less about acting, and struggled to stand up:

"Father, what should we do then? This Sha, the Sha god will come to us, right?"

Somchai's face was very gloomy:

"Hmph, because of your stupidity, he has already set his sights on us. In the morning, my boat was hijacked.

I sent Viper to assassinate the little policeman, but there is no news so far. He is probably dead. In Pattaya, there is no one with such ability and courage except this evil spirit. "

Cold sweat oozes from Pala's forehead:

"Father, what should we do? You should immediately notify General Wilman and ask him to send Green Berets to protect us."

Somchai was speechless, ignorant of his chest, panting violently, and after a while, he yelled:
"Palla, you idiot, ignorant, shit-spitting scum, and a green beret? Do you think I'm the president of the United States? Can special forces be dispatched at will?

Mud, let alone the green beret, Wilman, the damned vampire, he won't even send a gendarmerie now. "

Speaking of this, Somchai's face became more and more gloomy, and he tapped on the table lightly, his brows were furrowed, and his tone was a bit dignified:
"I don't know what method he used to influence Wilman's decision. I'm afraid the matter is a bit difficult?"

Pala looked anxious and said impatiently:

"Father, let's go to the Mi Army base to hide now. No matter how fierce that evil god is, he won't dare to rush into the Mi Army camp to kill people, right?"

Somchai blushed with anger, and roared loudly:

"Bastard, are you a stupid pig? I'm a Siam MP, the mayor of Pattaya, how could I hide there?

Besides, there are no less than dozens of well-trained gunmen in our yard, even if they are pigs, they will be slaughtered~"

At this moment, there were several knocks on the door of this study room, and Pala was startled, and with a whoosh, he hid behind the sofa.

Somchai was also taken aback, and suddenly stretched his hand under the desk, where there was a latest M870 military shotgun.

This study room has two rooms inside and outside, and the outside room is guarded by four elite bodyguards with guns. This is Somchai's forbidden area.

Normally, no one could come in without his permission. When he was inside, no matter what, no one would knock on the door.

Now that someone knocked on the door, it can only explain one problem, either all the guards outside are dead, or something big has happened.

Somchai, he pressed a button next to the office, which is a communicator, and he shouted loudly into the microphone:
"Shanye, Shad!"

The microphone was quiet, and no one responded at all. Damn it, something must have happened, Songchai gritted his teeth and cursed something.

There was a flash of sternness in his eyes, and he slammed a button next to the desk, and there was a loud bang in the door.

On the inner side of this study, a heavy steel fence door descended from the sky,

At the same time, Somchai also picked up the Remington in his hand, pulled the bolt hard, hid his body behind the desk, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the door of the study, ready to fight to the death.

And his precious son, Pala, had already hid behind the sofa, curled up into a ball, and hugged his head tightly with both hands.

"Palla, you bastard, get up quickly, there is a gun in the bookcase, pick it up, and fight like a man!"

Somchai yelled loudly, but a foul smell suddenly permeated the room, and this worthless Pala was so frightened that he lost control of himself.

Pala is really vicious. He is extremely vicious when facing the weak. At the same time, he is also really timid. When facing the threat of death, he is as timid as a mouse.

The tiger father and dog son are vividly displayed at this moment.

At this moment, a very dull sound sounded outside the door of the study, and the lock of the study door was instantly broken, revealing a hole.

Just as Somchai was about to pull the trigger, his right wrist felt cold for an instant, followed by severe pain, but before he could scream out, his chin was firmly pinched by a pair of big hands.

"Crack~"

With a crisp sound, his jaw was removed. Somchai was holding his severed right hand tightly at this time, his face was distorted in pain, and a low growl like a beast came out of his throat.

Du Weiguo's joking voice sounded in his ears:

"Hey, that's a nice gun, but do you know how to use it?" (English)

The severe pain made Somchai tremble as if he had been electrocuted, but he still turned his head with difficulty, his blood-red eyes stared at Du Weiguo.

Du Weiguo didn't care about Somchai's death stare, he skillfully played with the latest Remington 870, and couldn't put it down.

This is the latest American military Remington this year. It has a 12mm caliber, a black nickel-plated gun body, and a black-painted fiber anti-shock stock. The gun body is 1 meter long and has a full capacity of 1 rounds.

One sentence summary: sharp!
Pull the magazine and withdraw a bullet. It is a red buck bullet with an Arabic numeral 8 marked on it. This is a very rare No. 8 bullet.

Normal shotguns are 12-gauge bullets, which claim that all beings are equal within 3 meters, while 8-gauge bullets can extend this distance to 5 meters.

Du Weiguo blew a whistle: "Hush! The 8th bomb is indeed a rich man!"

At this time, Du Weiguo suddenly sniffled, and then cursed in extreme annoyance:
"FU*K! This trash, actually pulled it directly!"

Just when he saw a dagger with a sheath on the ground, Du Weiguo rubbed his toes and picked it up, and the dagger was in his hand in an instant.

After pulling it out, he glanced at the edge of the blade, and Du Weiguo curled his lips: "You look so gaudy!"

Immediately, the dagger in his hand turned into a streak of light, which directly penetrated the sofa. Pala behind the sofa let out a muffled grunt, and then fell silent again.

The strong smell of blood temporarily suppressed the stench of excrement and urine.

Seeing his son being killed in front of him like a little chick, Songchai couldn't speak, his eyes were about to bleed.

He whimpered a few times in his throat, resisting the severe pain, and with one intact hand, he opened the drawer, and there was a pistol inside.

"puff!"

The scabbard of the short knife was shot directly into Somchai's shoulder, and he was brought to sit on the ground by the huge kinetic energy, with a low growl of despair in his throat.

Incompetent fury.

Du Weiguo walked up to him with a shotgun at this time, condescending, gave him a cold look, and said in a cold tone:

"Do you still have the face to feel wronged? When you kill civilians like ants, do you care about their emotions? I'm very sorry, in my eyes, you are also ants."

Du Weiguo has been speaking English tonight, and Somchai is staring at him now, with vague English words coming out of his throat:

"why?"

Du Weiguo sneered, and said lightly:
"Oh! It's nothing, it's just because I'm idle and bored, and sometimes I want to be a good person and be a chivalrous man.

Oh, by the way, it is also possible to make some money by the way, do you have money?If enough, I can give you a good time. "

Twenty minutes later, the white main building of the extravagant seaside estate burst into flames, accompanied by a violent explosion.

An hour later, Du Weiguo drove a speedboat and returned to the yacht. He went back and forth between the speedboat and the yacht several times.

After the last trip, Du Weiguo was already sweating profusely, with no image, lying on the deck in a large font, panting violently.

At this moment, beside Du Weiguo, there are 8 huge canvas pockets that are bulging.

The big fox jumped on one of the pockets out of curiosity, hooked the zipper with its dexterous claws, and slowly opened it. Inside were all green hundred-dollar bills, densely packed, and I don't know how many stacks there were.

The big fox jumped onto another pocket, which was full of shining gold bars, shining brightly under the moonlight.

The big fox was silent for a long time before asking in a low tone:
"Du Da, how much money is there?"

Du Weiguo took out the cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and exhaled the smoke in a long, lazy tone:
"I don't know. The US dollar can weigh more than 800 catties, and the gold can weigh more than 1200 catties. Ma De, I'm exhausted. Hu Da, don't you even ask for help! Do you just eat and not work?"

"help?"

The big fox looked at his own slender paws with resentment in his eyes, and resisted not answering, the rich man is the uncle, you are right!
Two weeks later, at 2am, it was still Dusit Thani Hotel, Penthouse Suite.

Du Weiguo warmly received James and his team. In fact, it was James and Songpa. Songpa had just undergone the inauguration ceremony this morning and was officially inaugurated as the deputy director of the Pattaya Police Headquarters.

And the chief of the police station, his immediate boss, had a car accident on the way home the night before yesterday, and now he is lying on a hospital bed, and he will definitely not be able to get out of bed for less than 6 months.

The former mayor of Pattaya, Somchai Khun Boen, was directly buried in a sea of ​​fire when he was attacked by remnant pirates. He held a grand funeral with his son 10 days ago.

The new mayor of Pattaya is an airborne force sent from Bangkok. He has no foundation in Pattaya, and the same is true in Bangkok. He is simply a puppet.

In fact, there have been quite a few dead people in Pattaya recently. Several well-known political and business leaders died either in car accidents, or drowned while swimming, or suffered a heart attack.

Anyway, in Pattaya, all those who were close to Somchai before, his old relatives and friends, all died unexpectedly and went with him.

The underworld is also non-stop. After Sompa quickly cracked the case of the pirate murder and attack on Somchai Khun Boen, he led the police non-stop to eliminate several gangs that had been entrenched for many years.

These usually fierce guys were completely vulnerable under Songpa's onslaught.

The leader and the backbone, just after the exchange of fire, will be shot dead by sharpshooters one after another. The rest of the gang, of course, are scattered like birds and beasts.

After sitting down, James said in a humble tone:
"Mr. Wesley, all the things you explained have been dealt with. Excuse me, what specific explanation do you have for the next step?"

Du Weiguo handed an authentic Cuban cigar to James and Songpa, and even helped them light it up, with a calm tone:

"James, you have really worked hard recently."

James was flattered, leaned over and said:

"Mr. Wesley, you are so kind, it is my honor to serve you."

In the past week, Du Weiguo turned his hands into clouds and turned his hands into rain. His ruthless methods and courage have completely overwhelmed James. He was full of fear and sincerely convinced.

Du Weiguo cast his eyes on Songpa, speaking calmly:

"Songpa, I told you before, do you already understand the rules in the market?"

Songpa's eyes were very clear, and his tone was very firm:

"Yes, sir, I fully understand."

"Well, that's good. You can just follow the steps in the future. If you have any problems, ask James to help coordinate. If you can't coordinate, you can contact me."

Du Weiguo said in a calm tone, the rules he set are very simple, exactly the same as Lei Luo's method.

Evil cannot be eradicated, but it can be channeled. All the underground forces in Pattaya, such as pornography, gambling and drugs, are invisible businesses.

They must hand over % of the net profits of all businesses they operate, and they are not allowed to harass civilians without reason.

As for legitimate business, support agents, monopolize drinks, tobacco, and military supplies, while other industries, such as construction, pesticides, fertilizers, crude oil, fabrics, import and export, etc. compete normally.

As for the distribution of benefits, all transactions related to Americans, the gorilla side is 1% higher than before, 6 for 1, and for James.

The remaining 3% of the net profit, Du Weiguo 8, Songpana 2, of course, to start such a huge project, naturally requires a lot of investment, and Du Weiguo is the investor, the father of the funder.

Songpa got up at this moment, bowed to Du Weiguo, and said calmly:
"Sir, to maintain the relationship with the Americans, there is Officer James, to maintain the law and order in the market, I can barely do it, but I really don't know anything about this business, I, I'm afraid~"

Du Weiguo smiled, tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and said in a pleasant tone:

"Sompa, James, I just want to introduce a lady to you. She is the general manager I hired and is in charge of everything I do in Pattaya."

"Kah~ka~ka~"

The clear and rhythmic sound of high heels came from the direction of the bedroom. After a while, Moran walked out with windy steps, his eyes were bright and enchanting!

(End of this chapter)