The guillotine is one of the five ground skills of Barou, also known as the front naked choke, also known as the front head fixed choke, named because it resembles a medieval torture instrument, and the effect is similar to the naked strand behind the back, air strangulation or blood strangulation, all in order to suffocate and shock the opponent.

Wu Ji was full of anger, his bald head was hit hard by the knee in the chest, and he had long lost any momentum, so he realized that this person in front of him was a top MMA Asian fighter, no matter how he played, it was also a real combat game, as for the guillotine, how could he have defensive experience!

In three seconds, the bald head stopped struggling because of suffocation, and the legs that were pressed by Wu Ji were finished with a kick.

Wu Ji didn't let go immediately, it seemed that he didn't react, and he controlled it for another two seconds before letting go.

After letting go, standing up, Wu Ji was looking for someone, looking for the little man who liked to stick out his tongue and lick his lips and provoke himself with his eyes, and quickly found it, this little man had been knocked to the ground by Meng Fan because he had a gun on his body, which was a little pity.

As for the others, they originally wanted to fight or run away after knowing that the explosives were fake, but they were quickly forced to kneel down again by Meng Fan holding a gun, not to mention, there was also Wu Ji in front of him who lost his bald head in three or two clicks.

Seeing this, Wu Ji sat on the ground with his buttocks.

Oh, because I'm nervous!

Today's events, even people like Wu Ji, who have seen a big scene, are still a little uncomfortable, their spirit is all tense, and they haven't had a good rest since they came to Siam, and their physical fitness has been in overdraft, this relaxation can be imagined.

To be honest, Meng Fan was also nervous, and his physical strength was much more consumed than usual, so he had two extra pieces of energy gel in his hand, one was thrown in his mouth, and the other was originally intended to be given to Wu Ji, but after thinking about it, he still put it away, anyway, it is safe now, let him recover slowly.

Wu panted heavily, looked at the place or lying down, and couldn't help but ask Meng Fan: "What now?"

Boom!

Meng Fan took the butt of the gun and knocked it over one by one, he didn't plan to make this group of people feel good, just kneel, definitely not.

All of them were knocked to the ground, or knocked out directly, or knocked until they couldn't take care of themselves, so Meng Fan threw all the guns on the side of the car where Wu Yuandi was sitting.

"I don't know what to do. ”

Meng Fan really didn't know, at least he didn't come up with it for the time being.

Wu Ji suddenly stood up, patted his head hard, and said to Meng Fan: "Quick, quick, my dad is still inside!"

Meng Fan stopped him and said, "Don't worry, I must have settled my uncle before I came to help you." ”

"Is my dad safe?"

When Wu Ji heard this, he was overjoyed and asked, "Where is our dad now?"

"Brother Seven, the change in your title caught me off guard!" Meng Fan quipped, and then glanced at the status of the black technology microphone at the moment, "I saved our dad and the people inside, and arranged for them to escape first by car, and now it's close to the road, don't worry, I put the positioning thing, our dad won't lose it." ”

Wu Ji sat on the ground again: "Isn't your name quite smooth?"

Meng Fan smiled, went to the ground and picked up the box containing the green jade double dragon cloud pattern bi to the car, opened the door, handed it to Wu Zizhen inside, and said, "Third uncle, look at it, the things should not have been transferred." ”

"Roar, roar, roar. ”

Wu Zizhen nodded again and again, his pronunciation was still a little confused, and he took it apart and looked at it to make sure there was no problem.

"Thank you!"

Wu Yuandi in the driver's seat got out of the car, maybe he had been sitting in the car for a long time, or he was too nervous, and his legs were weak after getting out of the car, if it wasn't for Meng Fan to help him quickly, he would have to smash the ground, and added a word of thanks: "My name is Wu Yuandi, ranking seventeen, you can call me by my name directly, or old seventeen." ”

"Okay, Brother Seventeen. ”

Meng Fan straightened it and asked curiously, "Are the explosives really fake?"

Wu Yuandi said: "The Seventh Brother didn't have many materials to find, so I made three, one of which has been blown up, and two more are hanging. Actually, if that one was real, it would have detonated faster if you smashed something in the past. ”

Meng Fan was speechless, a scholar is a scholar, and it is time to return it to popular science.

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "What do you think we should do next?"

Wu Yuandi looked at the person on the ground and shook his head, of course he couldn't make up his mind.

Destroying a kidnapper's nest is undoubtedly something worth celebrating, but the three of them are not stupid, they understand what this represents, the involvement is a bit big, and they are afraid of follow-up trouble.

These three people are the same, young and vigorous, because their family members were kidnapped, they came in a hurry, even if they were cautious and thoughtful, they only thought about how to deal with this group of kidnappers, and then they didn't think about the aftermath, and they didn't have to think about it until this time when things were in front of them.

The dead person is a situation, and the dead person is another situation, maybe because the other party is a kidnapper and they can judge it as self-defense and do not need to take responsibility, but it is still inevitable that there will be some trouble, and whether there is a possibility of follow-up retaliation, maybe Meng Fan does not have to worry, but what about their family, after all, this group of kidnappers knows who Wu Zizhen and Wu Zihuan are and knows part of their family.

In addition, they had explosives and pistols, although the pistols were fake.

Do they all kill, or gather this group together to detonate the two remaining explosives?

This, to be honest, Meng Fan and the three of them can't do it.

Let Wu Zizhen take the idea?

But now he can't even speak.

Meng Fan knew that if he left directly, it would be more troublesome in the future, so he looked at Wu Ji and Wu Yuandi and said, "It's better to call the police, and leave it to the police to deal with, the trouble will definitely be troublesome, but there is no way!"

Then he looked at Wu Zizhen.

Wu Zizhen nodded: "It's just about Ang." ”

It wasn't clear, but Meng Fan could tell that it meant "it can only be like this".

"Huh?"

While speaking, Meng Fan found that the positioning displayed by the black technology microphone stopped moving.

"It's the police!"

"Do you want to park?"

"Let's stop!"

"I don't know what's going on inside, if we can, we should help that guy!"

"Can you trust the police in Siam?"

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

The black technology microphone recorded these voices, and it was transmitted to the black technology headset in Meng Fan's ears, and there were several people who spoke, and the last one who said "I am here" should be a Siamese, and the status is not low, too, the social circle of antique dealers or antique collectors cannot be small.

Wu Zihuan should not have gotten out of the car, so Meng Fan couldn't hear the next Siamese man negotiating with the Siamese police after getting out of the car, and Wu Zihuan didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Meng Fan guessed that it must have been because he remembered it after taking off his hat, and as for the process, he probably couldn't remember it clearly, but he could determine who he was.

"Great!"

The excited voice of the Siamese man after getting back into the car came from the headset: "This is the police in Chiang Rai, I have already contacted a senior inspector through them, and there will be no problem! Now we have two choices, one is to wait here, and the other is to go with them. Rest assured, safety is guaranteed. ”

Wu Zihuan, who had not spoken, spoke: "I'm going." ”

"I'll go too!"

In addition, there are people who want to go, including those who have already paid the "ransom", and the things they pay are not cheap, of course they have to get them back!

In the end, all of them followed, and the few others who didn't want to go were worried about the danger of staying here, after all, the police were all going to enter the village to "suppress the bandits".

Two cars followed behind the police cars.

"There's Siamese police coming. ”

After Meng Fan figured out the situation over there, he said to Wu Ji and Wu Yuandi: "It seems that one of the group of antique dealers rescued has an acquaintance with the high-level police and is now coming here with him. ”

When Wu Ji and Wu Yuandi heard this, their expressions became nervous, because they didn't know what would happen next.

Meng Fan was relatively calm, and said: "Brother Seventeen, you have to deal with those two explosives, if you can't deal with them, just put them on the side of the bamboo house and clean up your fingerprints or something." It may not be useful to do so, but it's better than nothing. Seventh brother, and your pistol, although it is fake, let's stuff it on these people. Oh yes, are fingerprints easy to handle? I don't know. ”

In fact, Meng Fan also felt that he was calm, and it was really unnecessary to say that these kidnappers were not all killed, so they would definitely say that they brought explosives and guns.

As for whether this situation is serious or not, Meng Fan still doesn't know.

It's a bit of a mess, who has experienced this kind of thing!

If he could, Meng Fan really wanted to take Wu Ji and them away directly.

The police car quickly entered the village, of course, there could be no such operation as the siren, and even stopped at the entrance of the village, the police got out of the car, and several people quickly lined up, looking at the relatively orderly entry into the village, and contracted from multiple directions to the center of the circle.

Soon, they saw the scene in the village, shocked, dumbfounded, and didn't know what was going on.

The superintendent who led the team was also dumbfounded for a while, and then sent someone to find out the specific situation.

"Are you all right?"

Wu Zihuan, who came in a hurry, ran to the position of Wu Ji and the others, because Meng Fan was relatively gentle with the fabric, and had recovered the ability to speak, seeing that Wu Ji and the others were fine, he couldn't hold back his tears when his emotions collapsed, reached out to hug Meng Fan, and patted him on the shoulder again and again - he didn't pat it, only patted his back: "Good boy, good boy!"

Several other antique dealers also came, and when they saw the people lying all over the ground, they were all dumbfounded, and then they looked at Meng Fan, who was hugged by Wu Zihuan, they were all full of excitement, and they were sure that this person was that person!

Although some of the memories were strangely fragmented, some things were still deeply seared in their minds.

And everything in front of him naturally has an explanation.

They also saw Meng Fan's sweeping eyes, full of warnings.

Of course I know what it means, after all, everything that Meng Fan showed was too weird!

"Superintendent Ban Bell, huh?"

The Siamese antique dealer, whose brain is still very flexible, and the key is that he is also familiar with the Siamese police, walked to the side of the superintendent who led the team, and said with a strong momentum: "Now, you have two choices. The first is that the kidnappers are fighting among themselves, and the second is that you bravely led the team to wipe out the kidnappers! You can choose, and I will help you with the rest! You should know from Sucha that I am a Luan. ”

Sucha was the senior inspector he had contacted, and Luang was a knighthood in Siam. There is definitely no real power, but it is still okay to get some scary scenes, and it represents a certain amount of energy.