() In the back kitchen of a Chinese restaurant in Bangkok's Chinatown

Big Bird glanced at the bloody killer who was beaten, grabbed the soy sauce bottle on the kitchen board and exploded on the killer's head, and said, "How many people?" Let me ask you, how many people have come to your village this time? ”

Po, who was beaten beyond recognition and had red and swollen eyes, managed to open his eyes and look at the big bird in front of him who had been beating him, and a smile appeared on his face. Ah Bao knew that he was going to die this time, but even if he was beaten to death, he would not tell the news of his accomplices, 5oo million baht (1 US dollar to huàn 27 baht, 5oo million baht is equivalent to 1.85 million US dollars) is enough for their village to dig a new well, in addition to renovating the temple in the village, the rest of the money is enough for the whole village to live a good life for a year.

Big Bird looked at the killer on the ground with some annoyance, this person's mouth was too hard. In the first half of the night, news came that Sha Kun had 5oo dark flowers to buy Hou Wenjun, and in less than 2 hours, killers around Bangkok began to gather in downtown Bangkok.

After getting the news, Big Bird led people to raid a killer's den and caught this guy in front of him, his boss Hou Jiang has decided to take refuge in Hou Wenjun, as Hou Jiang's younger brother, of course he has the obligation to help Ah Gong find this group of people.

This person's mouth is too hard, and Big Bird has no good way, so he can only pick up the phone and report back to Hou Jiang.

"Don't say it if you die, there's no way, how is Ah Gong's side?"

Hou Jiang received a call from Big Bird Yang Zhen, glanced at Hou Wenjun beside him, and said to the phone a little angrily, "It's okay for the time being here, can't I let you do this?" ”

Hou Wenjun, who was sitting on the sand in the hall in pajamas, laughed when he heard Hou Jiang's words, and beckoned Hou Jiang to take the phone to him. `

Hou Jiang was a little embarrassed and handed the phone to Hou Wenjun. Hou Jiang, who received the news of the dark flower, asked Chen Zhicheng to rush to Hou Wenjun's villa with him urgently, and he wanted to show his strength, but he didn't expect his little brother to be so unstriking.

Hou Wenjun took the phone and whispered, "Hello, I'm Hou Wenjun." ”

Yang Zhen on the other end of the phone heard an unfamiliar voice, and when he heard this person report that he was Hou Wenjun, he immediately said excitedly, "Ah, Ah Gong, hello, I'm Big Bird, oh no, I'm Yang Zhen." Big Bird is my flower name. ”

Hou Wenjun smiled and said, "You don't need to call me Ah Gong, I'm not that old, you can call me Ah Jun or Brother Jun." After speaking, Hou Wenjun paused for a moment before continuing: "This time the matter is very troublesome?" ”

Yang Zhen organized the language before continuing: "Shakun has a dark flower of 5oo thousand baht, and now killers from all over the world have gathered in Bangkok. Brother Jun. You also know this place in Thailand, 5oo baht is really not a small amount, and many people are willing to die for this money. `”

Although he felt that Yang Zhen was very verbose, he still listened to his words patiently. Hou Wenjun shook his head a little amusefully when he heard 5oo thousand, and only after Yang Zhen finished speaking did Hou Wenjun say into the phone, "5oo million baht." In this way, you can help me put the news out and say that I hung 1oo million baht to buy the killer who killed me. 1oo If there is a head, I will not be as stingy as Sha Kun, in my opinion, it is about heads. After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

Hou Wenjun looked at Hou Jiang and smiled, "Your little brother is quite interesting." After speaking, he picked up the phone in his hand and dialed it.

Hou Jiang glanced at Chen Zhicheng, and really admired Hou Wenjun in his heart, the killer became a bodyguard between his backhand, and tonight's Bangkok will be bloody.

Hou Wenjun dialed Chaiba's phone and said with a smile, "I'm really sorry to bother you so late." ”

Chaiba said with a smile while sorting out the text on the table, "Hou Sheng is polite, I don't know if Hou Sheng called so late, is there anything important?" ”

Hou Wenjun was silent for a moment and said, "Sha Kun will be extradited back to Thailand, right?" I don't want him back. ”

Chaiba glanced at the text in his hand and said, "I know how to do it, Hou Sheng, but I have a copy of the article here, which is very interesting, it turns out that the general has more than 40 shops on Prince Edward Road in Hong Kong." All of them add up to tens of thousands of square meters. I said that this old ghost was so stingy with his subordinates, and he originally invested all his money in the Hong Kong property market. ”

Hou Wenjun laughed when he heard this, "Prince Edward Road in Tsim Sha Tsui is the most prosperous area in Hong Kong, congratulations." ”

Chaiba continued to look at Wen Jiàn and said, "Hou Sheng, how much do you say these dozens of shops are worth?" Bing's father asked me to sell all of these, and I have a layer of dividends. ”

Hou Wenjun knew that these facades must not be held by the general himself but by someone on his behalf, otherwise he would have to swallow it by himself, and he would not have to sue Sù Bing's father and him. Hou Wenjun thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll help you get it, you can rest assured that your share is at least over 10 million, I'm talking about US dollars." ”

Hearing Hou Wenjun's words, Chaiba immediately jumped up and said, "Hou Sheng." These facades are worth hundreds of millions of dollars? Of course, Chaiba was excited, knowing that the GDP of Thailand as a whole is only 4oo US dollars. And he himself can have a net worth of hundreds of millions of baht in an instant.

Hou Wenjun laughed and said, "You asked people to send all the Wen Jiàn over tomorrow morning, and I will talk about the specific things after I finish reading the Wen Jiàn." After speaking, Hou Wenjun hung up the phone.

Of course, he knew that Thailand alone was not safe, since Sha Kun was still in Hong Kong. I didn't do my best to greet him well, and I didn't say anything about it.

In an old-fashioned building in downtown Bangkok, Bingwang, who is in his forties, received news that Hou Wenjun had paid 1oo yuan to buy all the killers who were going to assassinate him. Having been a killer for more than ten years, he knew that tonight in Bangkok would not be so peaceful. At the same time as receiving the news, Bingwang began to pack his things, and he was going to flee Bangkok.

After the news was released, he changed from hunter to prey, and not only these killers would kill each other. 1oo million baht a head. He was more afraid of the police and the army, and if he didn't leave early, he wouldn't be able to see the sun the next day.

Bingwang opened the door and looked at the movement of the corridor, and slowly walked out of the room, there were no street lights in the dim corridor, only the faint light cast by the neon signs on the street. Bingwang felt the pistol hidden in the pocket of his clothes and walked slowly towards the corridor, it took him nearly ten minutes to walk down from the 6th floor, which can also show the patience and experience of an old killer, the dim corridor is the easiest place to be shot by people.

Bingwang, who was walking on the street, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Xiao Lai, who was standing at the corner of the street selling flowers, glanced at Bingwang who walked out of the corridor, smiled and jumped close to Bingwang's side and said, "Uncle, buy a flower." ”

Bingwang looked at the eleven or twelve-year-old flower girl in front of him and smiled, "Okay." As he spoke, he reached out and took out a pistol from his coat and shot Xiao Lai in the head. Bang", Xiao Lai, whose eyes were still showing joy, fell to the ground, and the dagger in his hand that was blocked by flowers fell to the ground with flowers.

Bingwang glanced at the girl on the ground with disdain, he really thought he was an idiot, and he dared to stand alone on the street selling flowers at 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning. When did security in Bangkok get so good?

Bingwang inserted the pistol back into the snatching sleeve and was just about to continue walking, when the sound of pulling the trigger came from behind him. Bingwang, who was hit by a bullet in the back of the head, fell to the ground, and then the voice in his ears came "Don't move, I'm a policeman." It's a pity that he will never hear it. (To be continued.) )

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