The door, which was already dilapidated and crumbling, was smashed into pieces by the fierce attack of these crazy Thai swordsmen.
This group of crazy swordsmen rushed in like a tide, and the wooden house suddenly heard very rapid gunshots:
"Pa bang bang~"
When Du Weiguo on the roof heard the gunshot, he couldn't help but curled his lips and shook his head gently:
"It's over, the rhythm is completely messed up, and I'm completely panicked. If Songpa is at this level, then he will turn into a piece of meat in one minute."
"boom!"
As soon as Du Weiguo finished speaking, a dull sound came from the room, and the fire suddenly appeared. These crazy swordsmen had already ran out wailing, and many of them were wrapped in the raging fire.
"Well, homemade petrol bombs! Not bad, this Songpa is not so stupid after all."
Du Weiguo flicked the ashes of his cigarette lightly, sniffed, and commented calmly.
"Boom~Boom"
The spray gun in the man's hand opened fire. Two shots directly hit 3 or 4 swordsmen who were on fire and howling like ghosts.
This big man had a stern look on his face, as ferocious as a demon. He pointed his gun at the swordsmen who retreated outside the door, and yelled and cursed a few times in a stern voice.
The swordsmen shouted and rushed into the house again. In an instant, the sound of gunfire, the explosion of Molotov cocktails, and the sound of wailing sounded almost at the same time, like hell infiltrating people.
At this time, the man with the Buddhist amulet quickly grabbed a few swordsmen who were relatively behind him, pointed at the roof, and whispered a few words.
The swordsmen nodded quickly and hurriedly ran towards the other side of the wooden house. Soon, they set up a ladder and climbed to the roof.
Siam is located in the tropics, and the weather is hot all year round, so the wooden houses here do not need to consider cold resistance, and there is no roof at all.
The roof is only waterproof with double-layer tiles, and these knifemen clearly intend to enter the house directly from the roof. Unexpectedly, this rough-looking man with Buddhist amulets still has some brains.
However, he never imagined that there was an uninvited guest on the roof of the wooden house, and he was also the strongest melon-eating audience in history.
When several swordsmen clambered onto the roof, they were stunned when they saw Du Weiguo sitting on the ridge, smoking leisurely.
Du Weiguo frowned helplessly and raised his hand to his side. Several pieces of black tiles suddenly turned into black light and hit the faces of these unlucky guys hard.
The tiles that Du Weiguo threw casually were naturally not as sharp as the fish-killing knife, but they should not be underestimated. The sights of several swordsmen went dark, and they were directly knocked away by the tiles before they had time to react.
He fell headfirst from the roof and was paralyzed even if he didn't die. Several of the minions who were climbing the ladder were frightened and shouted loudly.
The big man with the Buddhist amulet didn't react slowly. He immediately raised his spray gun and fired randomly towards the roof.
"Woo~"
A black light, with a shrill whistling sound, was thrown down from the roof. It was caught off guard and hit the big man with the Buddhist amulet accurately in the face.
"Snapped!"
The tiles were shattered, and the face of the big man with Buddhist amulets blossomed on the spot, and he fell to the ground without saying a word. He was just like that.
It looked mighty, but in fact it was nothing. It was on the same level as the crazy lion in Bangkok. Du Weiguo fell from the sky and landed directly next to him.
With a flick of his toe, the big man's shotgun was instantly in Du Weiguo's hand, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Several minions with red eyes and swiping swords rushed towards Du Weiguo, and were immediately beaten into sieves by steel balls.
The shotgun is known as the king of close combat. When fighting at close range, it can hit a large area with dozens of steel balls, which is no joke.
Within three meters, all living beings are equal. Even Du Weiguo has to avoid this thing if he encounters it, not hard steel!
There were a total of 3 bullets left in the Buddha card man's shotgun. Du Weiguo quickly moved the magazine and knocked down 5 Thai swordsmen in total.
Including a few who fell from the roof, he killed no less than 10 people in less than 10 seconds.
At this moment, all the remaining Tai Dao minions had stopped attacking the wooden house, hurriedly retreated from the house, and surrounded Du Weiguo with their swords in nervous expressions.
At this time, Songpa also staggered to the door of the wooden house. He was injured, with multiple stab wounds, and he was clutching the bloody wound on his shoulder.
None of his men showed up, and the result was self-evident. They must have been hacked to death with random knives. Seeing Du Weiguo, Songpa was immediately stunned.
Surrounded by more than twenty knifemen who were eyeing him with eager eyes, Du Weiguo, who had no bullets in his gun, still had a calm expression, as if nothing was wrong.
He glanced at Songpa and teased in a teasing tone:
"Officer Sompa, your security situation in Pattaya is really bad. When I visit the Erawan Buddha Temple, I always encounter such big scenes."
Songpa's voice was hoarse and his tone was low:
"Mr. Wesley, I am no longer a policeman, but I am still very sorry for implicating you~"
Du Weiguo chuckled and said in a relaxed tone:
"Ha! Songpa, please translate for me. I'm too lazy to kill people. Let them get out of here."
Upon hearing this, Songpa was stunned for a moment, but he still shouted loudly at the group of swordsmen, who immediately became a little commotion.
Some people wanted to attack, while others hesitated, probably because they knew that Du Weiguo had no bullets, and many of the guys holding sharp blades were a little nervous about making a move.
It is true that two fists are no match for four hands. Even if Du Weiguo does not have a weapon in his hand and encounters so many swordsmen at the same time, he will be seriously injured even if he is not dead.
But how could Du Weiguo not have weapons?
At this moment, he had lost his patience. He narrowed his eyes and flashed a fierce look. The shotgun in his hand suddenly came out and hit the face of a gangster who wanted to swing a knife at him.
With a swipe of his hands behind his waist, he already had two handguns equipped with silencers. "Puff, puff, puff~" a low gunshot sounded like rain hitting plantains.
These red-eyed swordsmen suddenly fell down like waves of wheat in the wind. When Du Weiguo emptied the magazines of two pistols.
There are less than 10 of these extremely fierce swordsmen still standing.
There was no need for Songpa to translate. These guys hurriedly threw away the long knives in their hands, howled heart-breakingly, and ran towards the outside of the hospital as if they didn't want their lives.
These guys were so frightened that they were so desperate to escape that they even forgot to drive the tuk-tuk and just ran away without a trace.
This is not a human being at all. No human being can kill people like this. Du Weiguo once again proved a scientific point of view with practice.
Fear can restore sanity!
Du Weiguo slowly replaced the magazine of the pistol, then put the pistol behind his waist, lit a cigarette, walked over the messy corpses on the ground, walked to Songpa, and said in a calm tone:
"Songpa, tell me, what's going on?"
Songpa was also shocked by Du Weiguo's killing efficiency. Although he knew that Du Weiguo was very powerful, he was still stunned when he witnessed this method that was like a god.
"Songpa!"
Du Weiguo called him again in a somewhat impatient and aggravated tone. Songpa shuddered, woke up from a dream, and said in a trembling voice:
"Wei, Mr. Wesley, this is what happened~~"
After a while, the wooden house burst into flames, and the convertible military off-road vehicle belonging to the big man with Buddhist amulets drove onto the road and drove away.
An hour later, on a Delfino93 yacht on the Jomtien beachfront in Pattaya, Du Weiguo looked happy, steering the yacht through the waves like a newly acquired big toy.
After a while, Du Weiguo finally had enough fun and parked the yacht directly in the sea and walked out of the cockpit.
This Delfino93 yacht is priced at US$2.4 million. It is the only one in Pattaya, and there are only three in the whole of Siam.
The owner of this ship has a great background, his name is Somchai Kunben, known as the Godfather of Siam, and he is the undisputed underworld boss and underground emperor of Siam.
At the same time, he also has a very prominent public identity, as a member of the Siamese Parliament and the mayor of Pattaya Special Administrative City.
It was this guy who, against all odds, agreed to allow the US military to build a base in Pattaya, and it was him who spent 10 years doing so.
Pattaya, which was just a small fishing village back then, has become a bustling "Oriental Paris" now.
The woman and child whom Sompa kidnapped were Somchai Khunben's concubine and illegitimate child, in order to let him release Sompa's only son.
The matter is not complicated, and is even a bit vulgar. For a big shot like Somchai Kunben, who takes both black and white, his rise to the top and his fortune must be based on stepping on the bones of countless people.
Sompa, a straightforward policeman, when he was investigating a case of torture and murder of a young girl, he found a young man named Badu.
This guy is not the main culprit, but an executor, and upon closer inspection, this guy is related to at least a dozen cases of missing girls.
Sompa followed the clues and finally found the main culprit of a Parra, and the full name of this Parra was Phra Khunben, and he was the legitimate son of Somchai Khunben.
What happened after that was very routine. The just police officer insisted on bringing the criminal to justice, but the powerful evil forces blocked the sky.
It taught him a good lesson. Law enforcers can never defeat legislators. They not only obstructed Sompa from handling the case, but also used various threats and inducements, and even assassinated him.
Fortunately, the strong and brave Sompa finally overcame these obstacles, gritted his teeth and continued to handle the case.
Finally, on the night when a serious crime occurred at the Queen's Ballroom in Pattaya, Para Kunben, who was already jealous after being bitten by Sompa.
They directly sent people to Chonburi City and killed Sompa's sister, kidnapped his only son, and even left one of the child's fingers with him.
Sompa's child is his son. For the child's safety, he has been fostered with his sister's house in Chonburi since his wife died of illness.
Now that his sister was brutally murdered, his only son was kidnapped, and one of his fingers was cut off, Sompa completely went berserk.
He searched everywhere like crazy, but still couldn't find the cunning Pala Kunben who had been hiding for a long time.
In desperation, he directly designed and kidnapped the illegitimate son and young wife of his father Somchai Kunben at the night market in an attempt to exchange for his son.
As for what happened next, Du Weiguo knew that Songpa was betrayed by his most trusted boss.
Sompa himself was stabbed three times and almost died. None of his die-hard men can still breathe.
The yacht owned by Somchai Kunben is a very luxurious three-story yacht. In addition to the cockpit on the top floor, there is a guest cabin in the middle, and there is also a rest cabin on the bottom floor.
Du Weiguo came to the reception cabin with ease, sat down on the sofa, picked up the cigar box on the table, lit an authentic Cohiba Cuban cigar, and slowly exhaled the smoke.
Du Weiguo is now able to smoke out some samadhi when it comes to cigars. He glanced at Songpa, who was frowning and frowning, and Du Weiguo said in a teasing tone:
"Songpa, don't be despondent. Anyway, things have reached this point. It's nothing more than a dead end."
At this time, Songpa's body was wrapped with several circles of gauze and he was naked. He looked up at Du Weiguo and said in a low voice:
"No matter what the final outcome of this matter is, I will no longer have a foothold in Pattaya or even Siam."
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and said calmly:
"Well, you're right. According to your statement, offending a giant like Somchai Kunben is equivalent to offending the underworld godfather and the local emperor of Pattaya at the same time. There is indeed no place for him to stand."
Upon hearing this, Songpa's expression became even darker. After a moment of silence, he raised his head and his tone was full of sincerity:
"Mr. Wesley, it doesn't matter if I die, but~"
"stop!"
Du Weiguo stopped Songpa's words without mercy:
"Songpa, I have no time to look after your child. I have enemies all over the world. Every day is a day of swords, fire, and blood. If your son follows me, he will not survive more than three days!"
"well!"
Songpa let out a long sigh, his expression was dejected, and he leaned lazily on the sofa, as if his spine had been ripped out.
This matter has evolved to this point. Sompa knew that he would definitely die, and his only sister was also killed.
The son has become an orphan, with no one to rely on, and even if he is rescued today, there is a high probability that he will be eradicated by Somchai Kunben in the future.
After insisting on justice all his life, he finally ended up like this. Songpa felt sad. Am I really wrong?
Du Weiguo couldn't help but sneered when he saw Songpa's despairing look:
"Ha! Sompa, are you thinking too much about this Somchai Kunben? After rescuing your son, kill him and his bastard son, won't this matter be over?"
"What? Kill him! Mr. Wesley, you, you mean~"
Songpa was so excited that he didn't even care about his injuries. He stood up suddenly, his eyes shining like lanterns.
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and joked with a smile:
"Songpa, you have to know that I am very expensive, and super expensive. I have already helped you once for free. Are you still here? Do you have money?"
"Uh~I, no."
Songpa was at a loss and felt ashamed. He said something in a nonchalant tone. Du Weiguo said calmly:
"There is never a free lunch in this world. If you want me to do something for you, you have to pay a price. Are you willing?"
"I am willing, Mr. Wesley, as long as you are willing to help me, I am willing to pay any price. I, Songpa, swear to Lord Buddha that I will respect you as Lord from now on!"
Songpa put his hand on his heart, his eyes were firm, and his tone was decisive. The corners of Du Weiguo's mouth raised, and his tone was slightly harsh:
"Songpa, remember your promise today."
Two hours later, a small boat slowly approached the yacht. A muscular man, holding a thin boy in his arms, slowly stepped onto the yacht.
The child was not unconscious. He was trembling because of pain and fear. He pursed his lips tightly and looked at this luxurious and unfamiliar ship with a pair of big, frightened eyes.
It wasn't until he saw Songpa that he burst into tears and called out in surprise. Just as Songpa was about to rush over, Du Weiguo's cold voice came to his ears.