Songya slowed down to 30 kilometers and surveyed the residential area. When he was first transferred to Yangon three years ago to take up this position, the area was still a barren beach, and almost no one would be interested in this place except for people who came here with their children to catch the sea in the summer. Look at the moment now, the patches of mansions and villas are growing as fast as his own. It's like every time she goes to Mona's for a haircut, she has to complain that the policeman's hair is so thick and hard that he has to pay a few dollars more than anyone else every time.

He looked at the house number on his right, and that was it. This house is worth two million baht? These people are probably sick in the brain. He hates it when people pave all the yards with cement, and don't want a good lawn. These people are lazy and stingy, and they are not willing to pay for the mowing of the grass. Except for some money, they don't know how to live at all. He himself is a policeman, and he doesn't know anything about the lives of these bigwigs who play with capital, and he can't figure it out, so he can make millions of baht or dollars overnight, but he can't see what they produce. How can so many people be willing to spend money on their stocks?

He stood in the doorway and rang the doorbell, then turned to look at the two cars in the yard. One is Ho

da CR-V, he pouted, the people who bought this kind of car were some tasteless guys, standard fake SUVs, but superstitious Japanese cars; The other one is the Mercedes-Benz ML, which is too much money to burn. He has been a police officer for more than ten years, and he is used to judging his owner by his car. The kind of person he met today was the kind of person he didn't like the most.

The door behind him was opened, he turned around, and the first thing he saw was a pair of feet painted with gray and black nail polish, looking up, the figure was exquisite, and then up, a bloody mouth that was bigger than he imagined was half open, the whole face was in the shape of a large cake, the facial features were really difficult to compliment, and the hair was also unexpectedly dyed. When he was a little flustered, a voice came out of the bloody mouth that was extremely incommensurate with the face: "Yes? Who a

e you looki

g fo

？ Do you have appoi

tme

t with him?”

Songya took out the police badge and held it up to the woman, and asked in standard Thai, "Can I talk to Tong Tong?" ”

The woman obviously didn't react, was stunned for a moment, and then asked in Thai Chinese with a Vietnamese accent: "What was that piece in your hand just now?" Who a

e you agai

?”

Song Ya thought to herself, that's good, she really hasn't seen it before. He asked word by word: "I am a police officer of the Royal Thai Police, and I would like to ask Miss Tong Tong some questions." This is my badge. ”

Before the woman could speak, a man in his forties, wearing glasses, a mustache, and a big belly pulled the woman behind him, opened the door halfway wide, and asked, "What's goi."

g o

, ho

ey? Who’s this guy?”

Songya rolled her eyes, sighed in her heart, and said, "What is this for?" How can you always meet such a person? I heard me speak Thai, and I was talking to me in broken English! He repeated the request again. The man took out his mobile phone and said to Song Ya while dialing, "You'd better follow my lawye first."

Let's talk about it and find Miss Tong. Sorry, we're going out now, so

y!”

Before Songya could speak, she saw a leather-gloved hand stretching out from the slanted thorn, and the fluffy golden retriever on her small arm was clearly visible. Then another tall, young white man in a dark suit flashed out and pushed the man through the door, and three or four big men swarmed up, and the door to the $2 million house opened effortlessly. His brain was hot, and he reached out to touch the gun in his waist. Suddenly, a hand reached up to him, holding a cell phone, and a white man in his forties smiled at him and said, "Detective, Chief Office."

P is o

the pho

e

ow. He wa

ts to talk to you.”

Song Yahu took the phone suspiciously. “So

g? This is Chief. Now we a

e taki

g ove

the i

vestigatio

. This is the o

de

. Just get out the

e. Do

't ask why!"

He gave the phone back to the white man, who hadn't fully recovered yet. Still smiling, the man said, "Have a."

Ice Day, detective!" threw him down and turned into the house.