In the face of a fortress like a tortoise shell, Buck, who is single-handed, will not be stupid to knock on the door and attack, mobilize the other party, find flaws in the movement, and kill with one blow, which is his style.

It's just that Buck's hand leaning against the aluminum door of the restaurant has just touched the edge of the jumper when he hears the sound of gunshots on the street!

The demolition team, which was still pushing and smashing the burning roof wall just now, was immediately summoned back to the door, and several people rushed out to hand over their guns, from old-fashioned single-shot neutral rifles to AK assault rifles to American M3 submachine guns in the hands of more than a dozen people, and the miscellaneous cards were readily available!

Buck's fingers slowly propped up on the door frame, and it has never been Buck's style to fight hard for firepower, otherwise his little military doctor would have been dead on a mound in Eastern Europe, and seeing that the other party was still walking out, it showed that the situation had changed.

The sporadic gunfire on the street also became dense and chaotic, mixed with shouting, and some people stood on the street and shouted: "The people of Changfu Casino and the people of Hongsheng have fought!"

Who would have thought?

It's like those extralegal places in American Westerns, where they originally grabbed business and attracted customers, and they didn't agree with each other and drew knives against each other, maybe because everyone restrained each other on weekdays, they might not have a big fight, just because a gambling house guy was burned just now, and the other side gloated and laughed, which led to a fight, and then I didn't know who shot first in the chaos, and it broke out!

This town of one or two thousand people in Pingsuri, it is really a mixture of dragons and snakes, many forces are handed down from the previous generation, and the gangs are lined up to represent the tentacles of various ethnic forces in the Golden Triangle within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

Buck didn't know who those gambling houses represented, anyway, when he saw the people in front of him scolding, he rushed out, shouting to help, but was stopped by a person by the gate: "I don't know who is doing the explosion and arson, and now it's easy to be turned away from the mountain by running around, look at the shape and make a decision...... Lao Xing, you go to the street to see the situation, bring a walkie-talkie, and you guys go to Dongtou ......"

The people were assigned out in an orderly manner, leaving five or six people at the door, and the car lights were apparently lit up inside the door, illuminating a corner of the restaurant that had been somewhat dim.

Unwilling to stand in the light and be exposed, Buck scratched his head and came back to the counter and pointed to a cigarette: "Marlboro?"

The veteran rattled his saber as he bent over and took Buck's baht: "Young people don't go to see the excitement?"

Buck was dazed: "What?"

The old man whispered: "Fake foreign devil ......" The movement of raising his head interrupted him: "Old Song!

The footsteps of many people behind him made Buck's cold hair stand on end, but he calmly reached over to the counter and grabbed the lighter: "Howmuch?" At this time, the reaction to avoid hiding will arouse suspicion, and the preemptive opening can have a miraculous effect.

Throwing the baht on the table, Buck casually crouched on the door frame by the counter and lit a cigarette, and turned his head to see the middle-aged man commanding the crowd carrying a pistol, surrounded by three or four people, and the muzzle of the gun was facing him.

Buck's movements are a good interpretation of his unsuspecting, squatting jeans at the back of the waist to pull out an empty T-shirt, if there is a gun in the back, it has long been exposed, and squatting is the worst to burst into action, the key is that his rustic squatting posture is the action he learned from observing the local aborigines in Phuket, full of strong mountain game.

The middle-aged man known as Lao Song casually threw the heavy iron lump on the table, and Buck saw that the 1911 pistol had been sharpened brightly for some years, but he didn't turn his head until the other party pointed at him and asked, "Who are you?"

Buck continued to be dazed: "What?"

The veteran helped him answer: "Fake foreign devils, I can't speak Thai clearly......"

Lao Song changed his English: "Where did you come from?"

Buck was relieved: "America, my dad worked in the United States and gave birth to me...... "There are a lot of such American Thais, and the second generation doesn't know Thai at all.

Fluent English alleviated his suspicions, Lao Song beckoned for a few suppers, and the people next to him also put guns on the table at random, and a standing walkie-talkie came from several places outside the street: "It's terrible! Several people have been shot, and they are all calling for help! The fire has burned many people!"

"I didn't see any movement outside, someone went to the explosion site to see, and a big crater was blown up on the west side of Tiankan!"

"There's a bucket over here......"

Everyone was scolding, no one paid attention to Buck, who was still at a loss at the door, and he didn't hide his Mandarin with a strong local accent.

Glancing at the door of the Zhongyi Hall with the door wide open, listening to the gunshots had thinned out, Buck got up with a sad face, as if he was going to return to the street, so that these people who were serving bowls looked at it and didn't care, and continued to talk about his own, Buck's hands were already holding the two cold pistol handles through the pockets of the cut jumper, and he was about to pull them out and attack suddenly, when he heard one of them: "That young master of Huaguo really can't be a man!

Old Song coughed: "You have to discipline it, and the nephews of the third master can't take your turn to speak!"

As soon as Buck's mind flashed, his fingers loosened and he bent over to tie his shoelaces.

The other people giggled and laughed: "Hong Ye is not bad, he directly supported him to go to the big casino in Laos to be chic, anyway, he has been living in a luxury hotel over there, and the seventh master pays for eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling! This life is good, life is good, but the big casino is not peaceful recently! I won't take him back, right?"

Lao Song shook his head: "Huaguo has a strong dragon, and it has only been a year since this big casino was built, and it forced half of the casino business in Myanmar to collapse.

The others also sighed: "The Northern Army and the Duster are estimated to join forces to clean up the strong dragon!"

"Clean him up? That is to clean up Huaguo, who dares?"

"That's not necessarily, our Golden Triangle has been suppressed for almost 100 years, and the Americans can't do anything about us, so what can the Chinese do? Cross-border strikes? There can be no more things like Vietnam......

"That's why I said that the Chinese deserve it in the hands of the Burmese dusters recently!"

These lonely ghosts who don't know what kind of country they should be from have no position to boast and gossip, but they don't know that they really went from under the gun.

Buck also walked on the edge of the trap of a bloody battle but would return empty-handed, without too much suspicion and analysis of authenticity, stood up and walked towards the outside of the street, what is the big casino in Laos, you don't need to ask to know that it is the so-called pearl of the entire Golden Triangle, the most famous cloud top hotel in the small triangle, located at the junction of the Mekong River in Thailand, Myanmar and Laos, and a few steps away from the river is the casino made by the three countries. Drug distribution center, now the most powerful thing is that the domestic tycoon went to Laos to open up a special economic zone, and the Yunding Hotel is famous, this kind of information Buck can see the homework done before he comes, it is not a secret, there are still hundreds of kilometers away from here, and it is too late to pass overnight!

But at this time, he just put his feet on the road, and there were seven or eight people rushing across the street along the street with his right hand, and the first person just saw Buck emerging from the intersection, and without saying a word, he raised the AK rifle in his hand: "Da Da Da ......

Extremely crisp rifle shots, with a terrible bullet whistling sound!

I haven't felt this way in almost a year!