Traveling through Thailand

Since that day, Tucha never saw Pete again. But he didn't care. After all, they weren't that close. He agreed to live here just to make himself feel comfortable. Besides, he wasn't staying here for nothing. When the store opened, he would get a 95% discount on his purchases.

When the store opened, no familiar faces showed up, and even after the opening ceremony, no one showed up. Tucha looked at the discount coupons made especially for him and finally locked them in the cabinet.

It’s better this way. We are from two different worlds and shouldn’t be involved too much.

Although the shop is small, he hired two employees because he didn't want to be too tired. He was in a room on the second floor, arranging flowers and plants.

As time passed, he got used to this kind of life and finally walked out of his comfortable nest after being persuaded by two employees.

While walking on the road, I felt someone was following me.

This situation made him uneasy. He subconsciously called the system: "Tongzi, is Brother Tong here? Quick, check for me to see if there's anyone following me." Brother Tong? Brother Tong?

Unfortunately, no matter how he called, there was no response.

Tucha warned herself to stay calm and steady. She couldn't let the people behind her know that she had discovered they were following her, and she had to escape their surveillance area without anyone noticing.

He had been preparing himself mentally, and as he watched the shadow on the ground getting closer and closer, his heart rose to his throat.

Just as he imagined the people behind him trying to catch him, he wondered whether he would bite them, kick them, or just let them catch him...

Wait until the person following behind you passes you and walks to the front, especially the one standing in the middle, who looks so cool.

Tu Cha stood there in a daze. "Hmm, I was overthinking it. But are they gangsters?" Aside from the leader, the others behind him were all dressed in black. They looked like they were someone to be messed with. Were they like those rich second-generation kids in novels, followed by a few bodyguards?

He put some distance between them and followed them quietly. Lost in thought, he had unknowingly followed them through several alleyways. When he came to his senses, he realized he and they were surrounded.

 …

At this moment, he felt a large flock of crows flying by, and among them were dozens of alpacas.

Several people in black protected the young master, who was dressed in pink, in the middle. They were wary of the crowd that surrounded them. It was unclear whether the young master was trying to ease the atmosphere or was just mentally deficient, but he kept staring at Tu Cha's face.

Thinking back to the number of people he had brought out today, he tilted his head, reached out and poked Tu Cha's arm and whispered, "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you in the bodyguard room?"

"Also, your clothes are not the same as the bodyguard's uniform..."

Tucha looked at him speechlessly: "I say, young master, don't you know what the situation is now? You are still asking these irrelevant questions. Isn't the most important thing now to find a way to leave?"

As he was complaining in his mind, he thought of the word "bodyguard". An idea flashed in his mind: Yes, these people are bodyguards, they must be quite capable.

Count the ten people surrounding us, and then look at the four people here.

Well, it shouldn't be a big deal...

He comforted himself in this way.

Indeed, things unfolded as he'd imagined. After a few rounds, Tucha pulled the young master, who had fearfully clung to his arm and sang the entire time, into a corner. The remaining positions were held tightly by the other four bodyguards, who were holding off any attempts to break through. This small area became a temporary safe haven.

After the four of them had managed to defeat the enemy with great difficulty, they turned around without taking a rest and ran to another place with their young master.

Tu Cha, who was unfamiliar with the place, followed closely.

"Why are you following me? Aren't you afraid that what happened just now will happen again?" The young master in pink looked at Tu Cha who followed him in confusion, wondering why this person kept following him, and he was very sure that this person was definitely not their family's bodyguard.

Tucha listened carefully to the situation around her as she ran. After hearing his question, she said bluntly, "I'm not familiar with this place. If I don't follow you, and I run into their accomplices, I'll be doomed."

"Well, it seems so. But why did you follow me at the beginning?"

"I was thinking about something else, and somehow I followed you here."

"Is that true?" The young man in pink didn't quite believe what he said.

"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. Be careful." He was halfway through his words when he sensed danger. He pulled the man to the left to prevent him from falling, and put his arm around his waist.

Before he could react, one of his bodyguards was shot in the arm.

The boy, who was pulled, subconsciously wanted to get angry. After seeing someone being shot, he also realized that the bullet was meant to save him. Otherwise, according to the trajectory of the bullet, this shot would have killed him.

After this sudden change, everyone found a blind spot to hide and temporarily stopped moving forward.

The pink-dressed boy calmed down and said, "Thank you for what happened just now."

Tucha stared at the injured man's arm and frowned. This bullet told him that this was no simple fight between hooligans. He must be involved in something complicated.

After the other party bandaged it hastily, he lowered his eyes and said, "You're welcome."

Tongzi, your host has really run into trouble this time. If you don't come out, you'll be the one collecting your corpse.

After a few minutes of staying in the corner, the people guarding the front tensed up, staring intently at the only exit. As the footsteps approached, the tension reached its peak.

Tucha kept calling the system in her mind. The people guarding the front pulled out guns from nowhere and opened fire before the other side. As the gunshots rang out, the other side quickly launched a counterattack.

The smell of gunpowder smoke made Tucha feel familiar, as if he had faced this kind of scene before.

But his memories told him that in his previous life, he was just an ordinary beast of burden. For some reason, he was rejected when he signed up for the army. He had never come into contact with dangerous objects like guns.

But now, why did he feel familiar?

Looking at the gun in the other person's hand, a voice in his heart told him that as long as he was willing, the gun would definitely play a better role in his hands.

So, after the three men in front were shot and incapacitated, the pink-dressed boy muttered, "It's over, it's over, we're dead now." As he did so, Tucha squatted down, picked up the other man's pistol, and deftly removed the magazine to check the number of bullets inside.

With a calm look, he searched their bodies for magazines and loaded them on himself. Under the suspicious and vigilant gazes of the crowd, he leaned against the wall and walked to the battle area. When the other party shouted for them to leave, he walked out quickly according to his memory and fired a volley of guns.

After finishing a round, before they counterattack, dodge back to the safe zone.

Amidst the barrage of bullets, he calmly replaced the empty magazine with a fresh one. He mentally calculated the time, and when the enemy's bullets weakened, he fired again at several firing points.

This time, because the gun was fully loaded, he hid back before he could fire a few shots.

He estimated the number of people left on the other side and looked down at the three people lying on the ground: "Can you still walk?"

One of them was shot in the shoulder, one was shot in the right side of the abdomen, and the other was more seriously shot in the leg.

"No." Several of them tried to get up, but unfortunately they were hit by many bullets. Although they avoided important parts, they still lost the ability to move.

"We know you're capable from the attacks just now. Please help us get the young master out. We'll definitely reward you handsomely."

Tucha wanted to refuse, but when he heard the clatter of footsteps, he knew he couldn't delay any longer, or else he would be the one to die. He was unfamiliar with the area, and with their frail young master, the danger level skyrocketed.

He went out and used up another magazine of bullets. This time when he hid back, his arms and cheeks were scratched by the flying bullets.

He panted, replaced the last two fully loaded magazines, and licked his dry lips: "As expected, my memory has been tampered with. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to hit the target every time I fired a gun for the first time."

After this incident, he decided that when the system returned to life, he would definitely ask the system about this matter. Even if he died, in spirit form, he would find the system and ask what happened to the part of his memory he had lost.