Half past ten in the morning.

A series of bullets whizzed by, making a "search" sound, and the bullet casings "clanged" and smashed on the wooden deck.

The shootout began, and the little King's Landing sneaked into the cockpit, and as soon as Zhao Xingde saw him, he immediately picked him up, opened a secret door under his feet, and stuffed King's Landing into it.

"Whatever you hear, don't come out!" The swarthy middle-aged man gave his adopted son one last loving smile and closed the plank.

The glimmer of light shone through the cracks in the splint, and the little King's Landing held the small plane, but for the first time witnessed the horrors of hell on earth.

There was chaos on the ship, with the sound of fighting and shouting, but it was not long before the crew was subdued by unknown armed men.

Through the gap in the plank, King's Landing saw the crew members trying to escape, grabbed by unknown armed men, blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs, and lined up on the deck outside the cockpit.

A tall man in military boots and a fruity green camouflage uniform appeared.

Burly and dark-skinned, in his thirties he was a young man with a white head, and under a short white hair, a pair of thick eyebrows were black and thick - this man was the feared Mekong drug lord, Nu Kang.

That face, that white hair, little King's Landing will never forget.

Nu Kang walked past the lined crew and shot everyone in the head, "Bang! Bang! Bang! .......”

Twelve bullets, 45-degree directional shooting, twelve innocent lives, and that's it.

In an instant, the eyes of King's Landing were full of blood, blood and brains burst, splashing on the wall, on the deck, the crew fell one by one, and then all the militants of the Nukang Group threw the Huaxing.

The little boy was completely frightened, and held back tears of grief and indignation, and covered his mouth with his hands, afraid that he would make a sound.

The shiny black military boots slowly stepped into the cockpit, heavy as ** steps, Nu Kang glanced at the empty cockpit with a pair of eyes.

At this moment, King's Landing is facing nine deaths - Nu Kang, who holds a 44MAG firepower revolver, can easily blast open the thin splint diaphragm and kill the young boy.

"Kick kick kick ......." a chaotic sound of footsteps.

Zhao Xingde was tied to the cockpit by Nu Kang's men, and he could only hear Nu Kang say a word of Burmese to Zhao Xingde in a hoarse and rough voice.

"The Thai military is chasing behind, you, drive the boat, and sail into the Jiulongling River Basin."

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Zhao Xingde was worried about King's Landing, and he didn't dare to disobey, so he had to step forward and drive the boat. And King's Landing also suddenly realized that Nu Kang's trip to kill them was to ask Huaxing to help them transport drugs.

11 a.m.

"Bang bang bang! - "Several gunshots rang out in the sky.

The speeding Huaxing was closely pursued by the Thai anti-narcotics patrol boats, and when King Lintian, who was hiding under the plywood, heard it, Nu Kang's men rushed forward in anger and reported in Burmese.

"Thai patrol boats fired at us. Ask the Huaxing to stop and be checked! ”

"Call me!" Nu Kang shouted angrily, and the militants collectively went out and engaged in a fierce shootout with two Thai patrol boats behind him, but Nu Kang still pointed his gun at Zhao Xingde and signaled him to continue driving.

11:25 a.m.

In the midst of fierce fighting, the Thai side, faced with the frenzied shooting of vicious drug dealers, was unable to use radio to contact the Far Eastern side, the border anti-drug brigade of the Ministry of Public Security stationed in the Mekong River Valley.

"The Huaxing was hijacked by Nukang, the crew has been killed, we ask for support!"