A street near Chatuchak Weekend Market on the outskirts of Bangkok.

The car stopped, the donkey and the poet got into the car, and as soon as they got in the car, they saw Zeng Jiarang in a swimsuit sitting in the driver's seat.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion and the wrong timing, the donkey would have said a few words!

"What's the matter with our sister?"

"For the time being, I only know that it is missing, and I will find out when I go to pick up my cousin." Wang Zhen said with a gloomy face.

A few minutes later......

"We were shopping in the market, the two children were very happy, and then I saw a lot of local clothes in Southeast Asia, I liked it very much, so I went to try it, and then I waited for someone to come out, so I went to see it, and the result was that the people were gone." The cousin said very guiltily, his eyes were red, and he was about to pump himself when he raised his hand, but Wang Zhen grabbed him.

"I don't blame you, take us there." Wang Zhen comforted: "It's okay, it's definitely going to be fine, let's go see the place first, what's going on." ”

"The shovel is left in the car, the skua answers, let's get down." As he spoke, Wang Zhen pulled the car door and jumped down, with two pistols hanging from his body.

The donkey and the poet jumped down.

"You have guns?" Zeng Jiarang also jumped down.

"Yes, bullets make people honest!" Wang Zhen glanced at her and didn't stop her.

Walking into the market, it instantly attracted the attention of many people, and this time, even if it was a swimsuit, the beautiful Zeng Jiarang did not take the demeanor of Wang Zhen and the three of them.

Dressed in a combat uniform, pistol, with a cold face, Wang Zhen is wearing a skull mask, and his imposing appearance attracts more attention than a woman.

The Chaducha weekend market is very large, with more than 9,000 stalls and a lot of people, but the three of Wang Zhen walked in, and the crowd immediately made way for a passage.

The shouting and bargaining at the scene stopped, and no one dared to keep staring at the three of them, at most they peeked sideways.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a clothes seller, Wang Zhen casually took out a $20 card and threw it over, picked up a long skirt, a sunglasses, and a hat from the stall, turned around and handed it to Zeng Jiarang.

The stall owner didn't say a word, let alone 20 dollars, even if he didn't have a penny, he didn't dare to say anything.

He doesn't look like a good person!

Zeng Jiarang couldn't care so much, so he directly put on his skirt, put on sunglasses and hats, and followed quickly.

No one spoke all the way, except for the occasional pointer from my cousin, and fortunately he could still remember where they had walked in the middle of such a confused stall.

It can be seen that my cousin really did his best to take care of him along the way.

There is no need to go shopping, and some people give way to come out, and they walk for about ten minutes to get to the place.

For more than ten minutes, the security personnel who maintained order in the market did not come out, and the police did not come out, as if these people did not exist.

And in fact, it's not that he didn't come out, but he didn't dare to come up......

How much do you give!

Until my cousin stopped and pointed to a stall, the stall owner catapulted off his chair as if he had been electrocuted.

"Bang!"

Wang Zhen touched his hand backwards, not for 0.5 seconds, the M1911 was already in his hand, and he aimed at the stall owner and pulled the trigger directly.

The stall owner just stood up, blood splattered on his shoulder, and the person trembled, and at that moment, he didn't feel any pain, until he looked down, his face changed suddenly, and he screamed.

Gunshots, screams, such a big movement, but the surroundings were quiet as if someone had pressed the pause button, no one moved, and no one made a sound, just watched quietly, for fear of attracting Wang Zhen's attention.

It's no longer a question of whether it's fierce or not!

There are a lot of businesses and fierce local gangs here, but I haven't seen this kind of shooting without saying a word!

At present, there is a kind of meaning that makes fierceness meek.

It's Zeng Jiarang, she is in a hurry, afraid that something will happen to her baby daughter, but she didn't expect Wang Zhen to shoot directly!

This shot made her believe that this matter had nothing to do with Wang Zhen.

If it's acting, it's not so real, if it's crooked, people will die!

"Search!" As soon as Wang Zhen waved his hand, the donkey and the poet rushed forward with a brisk stride.

Wang Zhen stepped forward, walked in front of the stall owner, lowered the muzzle of the gun, and put it on the other party's head, "Shut up, shout again and kill you immediately!" ”

The stall owner's face was covered with sweat, gritting his teeth, covering his wounds, and not daring to say a word.

"Is that him?" Wang Zhen looked at his cousin.

"It's him." My cousin nodded.

"Head, found it, there's something wrong with the locker room." The donkey violently kicked the inner wall of the dressing room, and the 'wall' was kicked open to reveal another compartment.

Obviously, this 'wall' is alive, and the person on the other side can suddenly open this door and take the people in the locker room captive.

"Say!" Wang Zhen lowered the muzzle of the gun.

"It has nothing to do with me, I'm just a ...... selling clothes"

"Bang!" Wang Zhen's muzzle was lowered, and another shot was aimed at the other shoulder.

"Ahh I said, I said, it was Pyra who rented it to me, and if there were any guests they fancied, they would take them away, and I don't know anything else! ”

"Who is Pyra and where is it?"

"Not here, they've just left!"

"Come with me!" Wang Zhen grabbed the person, and the stall owner screamed again, dragging the two bloody shoulders, and walked forward.

After the group of people kidnapped Jiajia and Zeng Peilin, it was impossible to continue to stay here, so they couldn't find anyone here.

Just as he was about to leave, someone in the crowd shouted 'Wait'.

Wang Zhen looked over, it was a thin but strong local, with a snake head tattooed on his neck, and the snake body extended into his clothes, and he knew that he was not a good person by looking at his face.

"You ......"

"Bang!" Raise your hand, shoot, where the fuck so much bullshit.

"Take it away!" Wang Zhen waved his hand and said, I'm really worried that I can't find more clues, this kind of ground snake, don't fucking say you don't know!

This is not a place for interrogation, so let's bring it back first.

He was shot in the shoulder again, and as soon as the gun rang out, everyone around him dodged away.

It doesn't matter if there is a place around, if you squeeze it, the stalls next to it will collapse.

The donkey rushed over with a brisk stride, grabbed the man by one hand and dragged him directly.

Resistance, non-existent, maybe he can fight very well, but, the gun is fast within ten steps!

Both the customers and the stall owners around here are stupid, they have never seen such violence, the gang head snake on this side of the market has just spoken, and no one dares to speak.

The two who were shot at the head, Wang Zhen and a few people followed, walking out quickly.

If you are injured, you can walk faster and bleed!

The two of them had one idea, go quickly, ask quickly, answer quickly, and then bandage the wound!

The very simple kind.

Ten minutes after leaving the market, as soon as I arrived outside, more than a dozen locals surrounded me, several of whom still had guns in their hands.

Pistol.

is pointing at Wang Zhen and a few people.

"Skuas!" Wang Zhen shouted.

The group of people gestured to follow Wang Zhen's gaze, and two tall white men appeared behind the group, both holding rifles in their hands.

M4，M16！

The two of them, standing cross-legged, with the gun on their shoulders, that action, at first glance, is a professional murderer!

It's so much more professional than these locals.

The small pistols in the hands of the local gang looked like toys, and they put them down by themselves without the boss's orders.

Clever......

Wang Zhen strode towards the most C-level person in the center of the crowd, raised his pistol and pointed it directly, "You are the boss?" ”

"I just want my guy, he, he's, well, bleeding badly." The boss is the boss in the end, and he didn't stumble at this time.

"You kidnapped him?"

"I'm not, I don't, it's nothing to do with me!" The boss quickly denied it, but he heard about this person's style in it, "I just maintain market order and make this money, and the rest has nothing to do with me." ”

These people are obviously the real cross-river dragons.

In order to solve the problem, he definitely doesn't mind killing people, he doesn't dare to provoke.

"I know that there are people who use the market to kidnap people, what I hate the most is them, we are not the same road, they are a separate circle, if you want to find them, you better ask Badafeng."

"Come with me." Wang Zhen was straightforward.

"Not ......"

"No, no, either I'll kill them and take you away, or you'll be honest with me now, I'm going to find someone, find someone, everything is easy to say, I can't find anyone......" Wang Zhen didn't continue, but the meaning in his eyes was already obvious.

This boss opened his mouth, and wanted to slap himself to death, and come out and pretend to love his little brother like a son!

The main thing is that he didn't expect to encounter such a horizontal one, and he took out his rifle on the street, which is really to ignore it and kill it!

In my heart, I scolded the eighteen generations of the ancestors of those kidnappers, something that doesn't have eyes!

"Since you said that those people have nothing to do with you, then tell your people, the news can't be known by that side, if my people are hurt because of the leakage of the news, I will kill you!" Wang Zhen said unreasonably at all.

"Me, okay!" The boss looked at his subordinates and shouted: "Did you hear me, block the news for me, whoever fucking spreads the news, throw him into the sea to feed the sharks!" The boss commanded viciously.

It's just that there's a muzzle on the head, which is a little funny no matter how you look at it.

Get in the car and go.

The two cars drove away, and only a few police officers showed up around.

It doesn't mean anything else, just look at the license plate number and maintain order on the spot by the way.

Bar?

Don't dare to stop, don't dare to stop at all!

What if these people go crazy and shoot them, there are so many people around here, up to civilians......

Right!

……

As soon as he got in the car, Zeng Jiarang the phone, which was from an acquaintance at the embassy.

Pick it up.

"I found it, Wang Zhen, wanted."

Zeng Jia's expression froze.

"Wanted by Lanatai, murdered, and later ran to Iraq, opened a PMC company, is fierce, kills people without blinking, but his feelings for the country are still there, he has helped many compatriots in Iraq, and his reputation is very loud, so it should have nothing to do with this matter."

Zeng Jiarang, can you not breathe when you speak, I am scared to death, I don't know!

As for ferocity, I've seen it!

She already believes that Wang Zhen can get people back!

(End of chapter)