Hearing Du Weiguo's voice, Songpa's figure instantly stiffened as if he was suddenly nailed to the spot.
The face of the man on the boat changed, and his eyes turned cold. He suddenly put the child in his arm under his arm and rushed towards Songpa. In an instant, there was a cold light in his hand.
"Qiang!"
A stream of light shot from the direction of the cockpit and headed straight for the man's face, but was blocked by the dagger in his hand.
However, he could not dodge the second dim light that came almost at the same time. The extremely sharp Xiaotang knife stabbed into his forehead with smoothness, making a soft pop sound.
This vigorous and sturdy man's eyes suddenly became glazed over and he fell to his knees on the deck with a thump. The child under his arm also let go, and Songpa flew forward to hold him in his arms.
The little Tang knife that was thrown away by the man was about to fall into the sea water. The handle of the knife was caught by a thin black lock, and then it returned to Du Weiguo's hand with a swish.
At this time, Sompa was kneeling on the deck, holding his son's hand with a broken finger, heartbroken and crying bitterly.
The sensible child cried softly and reached out to touch Songpa's cheek, comforting him in a weak voice.
"puff!"
There was also a pilot on the speedboat that the capable man was riding. Just as he was about to start the speedboat to escape, a bullet flew past his head and wiped off one of his ears.
"Ah~"
The stinging pain came, and the man immediately covered his ears. There was blood dripping between his fingers, and he howled in pain.
Du Weiguo glanced at his face with cold eyes, put the silencer of the pistol close to his lips, and made a hissing gesture.
The man understood instantly and immediately turned off the motor of the speedboat. Then he covered his mouth tightly and did not dare to say a word.
He's a smart guy, hey.
Songpa had come to his senses at this moment, and led his son to kneel on the deck together, humbly bowing to Du Weiguo with an extremely solemn expression.
At noon, the sun was scorching and there was not even a breath of wind. In the penthouse suite of the Duli Hotel in Pattaya, the big fox was lying listlessly on the sofa, sulking.
Du Weiguo, that bastard, has disappeared for a day and a night. The big fox has been bored by himself, with five spines and six beasts.
Suddenly, the big fox pricked up his ears, then stood up and glanced in the direction of the balcony with some confusion.
Then, the figure of the big fox flashed, like a crimson glow, and instantly appeared on the balcony railing.
On the sea below the hotel, there is a beautiful yacht as white as jade parked. At this moment, Du Weiguo is standing on the deck swinging his arms and shouting loudly:
"Hu Da, Hu Da! Come downstairs quickly, I'll take you out to sea!"
"It's so stupid~"
The big fox curled his lips in disgust and said this, but his big dark red eyes were shining with light, which was frighteningly bright.
After a while, the most beautiful girl in the hotel carried a backpack, took a small sightseeing boat of the hotel, and slowly came to the yacht.
After she handed the backpack to Du Weiguo, she returned to the hotel alone. Such a move made the female employees who stretched their necks to watch the excitement and thought she had climbed up a high branch were both happy and disappointed.
A moment later, the beautiful white yacht started up and raced along the long coastline of Pattaya, cutting through the waves.
The big fox sat steadily in front of the glass of the cockpit, letting the strong sea breeze blow its hair like waves.
His expression was extremely pleasant.
The big fox had enough of the sea breeze, and seemed to have reacted. He quickly rushed into the cockpit, his tone full of doubts:
"Duda, didn't you just say you were going to go fishing? Why did you drive the boat to the shore?"
Du Weiguo replied casually while controlling the yacht:
"Oh, I made an appointment with a friend. Let's have a casual chat and pick up the fishing pole. It'll be quick and won't delay anything."
"Friends? What friends can you have here in Pattaya?"
The big fox's face was full of an expression that said, "Don't you dare lie to me?" Du Weiguo curled his lips arrogantly:
"Hu Da, let me tell you, your vision is too small, isn't it? I am a contemporary hero who has made friends all over the world."
"Bah! You are a contemporary hero, you are clearly~"
The big fox spat, and just about to retort, he suddenly saw a speedboat approaching the yacht on the sea at high speed.
In front of the speedboat, James, a middle-aged handsome mixed-race man, was waving desperately, his expression warm and almost flattering.
Du Weiguo turned off the engine of the yacht and glanced at the big fox with a raised brow. His expression was full of pride. The big fox decisively closed his mouth and turned away his head.
In the living room of the yacht, James placed the fishing gear on the table one by one and introduced enthusiastically:
"Mr. Wesley, this is the best sea fishing rod that can be found in Pattaya. Here are several kinds of bait, as well as spare hooks and fishing lines~"
James's posture was very low, which was somewhat dog-legged. He benefited a lot from this operation, and he gained both merit and benefits.
Moreover, Du Weiguo's fighting prowess really frightened him. He could only try his best to make friends with such a person, hugging his thigh tightly, and never offend him.
This is the final conclusion James reached.
At this time, Du Weiguo had a Cuban cigar in his mouth and said lightly:
"James, I have to worry about you. The Gulf of Siam is originally a shallow bay with boats coming and going. There are no big fish at all."
James nodded:
"Yes, Mr. Wesley is really knowledgeable. If you want to catch big fish in Siam, you have to go to Krabi. There are many big fish there!"
Du Weiguo smiled and shook his head gently:
"That's not necessarily true. I heard that there is a big fish here in Pattaya, and it's at the level of an overlord!"
"A big fish with an overlord level? Mr. Wesley, why haven't I heard of it? Where did you hear about it?"
James' smile was a little forced and his eyes flickered. In fact, when he saw this boat, James already had a bit of an ominous premonition.
"Songchai Kunben, is he a big fish at the level of an overlord?"
Du Weiguo didn't beat around the bush and stated his purpose straightforwardly. Upon hearing this name, James' pupils shrank involuntarily.
"Mr. Wesley, Somchai Khunben is a member of the Siamese Parliament and the mayor of Pattaya Special City. You~"
"Well, I know, I'm going to kill him, tonight!"
Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke leisurely, and his tone was very casual, as if he wanted to eat fish or chicken tonight. James' forehead suddenly broke out in sweat, and he was so frightened that he stammered in his words.
"Mr. Wesley, are you, is there any misunderstanding here?"
Du Weiguo's tone was teasing:
"James, you don't have to be afraid. The reason why Somchai Kunben has achieved what he has today is because he thrives in both the black and white circles.
Isn’t it just because of the good relationship with the gorillas? Anyway, the gorillas only have interests in their eyes, so it’s not difficult to change agents, right?”
James wiped the sweat from his forehead in embarrassment and swallowed: "Change an agent?"
Du Weiguo nodded and said confidently:
"That's right, we just need to change the interest agent. Anyway, Songchai Kunben will definitely die tonight, so it is imperative to change the agent. I need your help in this matter."
James was immediately speechless:
"Uh~"
You know, James is an Interpol police officer, and Du Weiguo told him without hesitation that he was about to assassinate the current mayor of Pattaya.
The most cruel thing is that Du Weiguo also asked James to help match up new agents. This request is simply sensational.
James's face seemed to be changing during a performance, turning red and white for a while, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Du Weiguo was not in a hurry, smoking a cigarette and playing with the fishing gear casually.
After a long time, James raised his head again and asked solemnly:
"Mr. Wesley, may I ask, who is the new agent you are looking for?"
James is a smart man and ambitious. He knows that if he rejects Du Weiguo today, maybe tonight or tomorrow night, he will die just like Somchai Kunben.
After seeing Du Weiguo's methods with his own eyes, James had no doubt about the result. For such a person, if he wanted to kill someone, no one could stop him.
There was a trace of satisfaction in Du Weiguode's eyes. He liked to deal with smart people, especially smart people who were afraid of death.
Du Weiguo put down his cigar and his tone was unusually calm:
"Well, the new agent's name is Sompa. He is the detective of the Pattaya Police Headquarters."
"Police Inspector?"
James's tone was extremely surprised, his eyes were bulging, and his mouth was so big that he could fit a fist into it, Jesus and the Virgin Mary!
Kill a congressman and the current mayor, and then support a penniless little detective? Isn’t this a fantasy?
Du Weiguo glanced at him and said in a calm tone: "What's wrong? James, you should know this person, right?"
James' mouth was dry and his voice was so dry that it was a little distorted:
"Yes, I know Detective Sompa is a smart and capable police officer, but, but~"
"Just what?" Du Weiguo laughed, his tone teasing.
James gritted his teeth and said bravely:
"Songpa's status is really too low. How can he, a small detective, live in a place as big as Pattaya?"
Du Weiguo frowned impatiently, then rubbed his chin:
"Well, what you said makes sense. Songpa's position is indeed a bit too humble."
Upon hearing this, James immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but Du Weiguo suddenly changed the subject:
"That's it, I'll kill Somchai Kunben and his son tonight first, and then you can work it out and pin their deaths on those dead pirates.
Then give Sompa the credit for solving the case. In this case, coupled with the support from the gorilla, Sompa can almost be promoted to deputy director, right?"
James was stunned, his face was pale, cold sweat was pouring from his forehead, and his eyes were a little dull. Du Weiguo smiled and patted his shoulder, and said warmly:
"James, you don't actually have to do this. Sompa is not Somchai. He is not that greedy and can be more controlled.
This thing is done, the gorilla can get an extra 10%, and you can also get 10%. You also need funds to handle the case, right? Pattaya's gold and silver sea, 10%, is definitely a lot!"
James's eyes lit up, and Du Weiguo, like a seducing devil, had completely grasped him in the palm of his hand.
It is night, in the Huang Amati District in the north of Pattaya, on the seaside, a luxurious manor less than 500 meters away from the Temple of Truth.
This manor is the most luxurious residence Du Weiguo has ever seen so far, covering an area of more than 10 acres.
The manor is directly connected to a beach. There are large coconut trees in the yard and the lawns are meticulously trimmed. The main building is a white four-story building with an area of several thousand square meters.
This is property in the name of a distant cousin of Somchai Khunben. However, his distant cousin has been in Citiland for many years, so Somchai Khunben stayed here.
Ha~
The manor was heavily guarded, with teams of armed bodyguards patrolling back and forth with hounds.
On the 2nd floor of the main building, in a closed study room, a middle-aged man with a gloomy complexion, short height, and no anger or self-importance sat on a leather chair behind the desk, his face as cold as frost.
Opposite him, a young man with a gray face and black and blue eyes was kneeling on the ground shivering.
At this time, the phone on the table rang. The man picked it up and spoke a few words in English. After a while, he dropped the phone on the stand angrily.
Immediately, he angrily picked up a jade pen holder on the table, threw it at the young man kneeling on the ground, and shouted:
"You beast! How could I give birth to a waste like you?" (All in Siamese, automatically translated.)
Caught off guard, the young man who was kneeling on the ground, drained by alcohol and sex, had no time to dodge and was hit hard on the forehead by the pen holder.
Blood immediately spattered out, and the young man fell to the ground, wailing in half-truth and half-false pain. The middle-aged man had no mercy, his eyes were cold, and his tone was stern:
"Trash, why didn't I crush you to death?"
As he said that, the middle-aged man picked up a decorative short knife on the table. The young man suddenly stopped pretending, stood up, knelt on the ground, rubbed his hands and begged in a miserable voice:
"Father, father, I was wrong. I know I was wrong. I will change it. Please give me another chance~"
"Wrong? Where did you go wrong?"
The middle-aged man's eyes showed a fierce light and his tone was gloomy. The young man said with runny nose and tears:
"I shouldn't have killed those girls, I shouldn't have~ah~"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man directly threw the dagger in his hand at the young man, but the dagger was sheathed, so he did not really kill him after all.
Tiger poison does not eat its children, and besides, this young man is still his legitimate son and only heir.
The young man was so frightened that he screamed, and the middle-aged man yelled and cursed:
"You loser, you are wrong, but the fault is not in killing a few girls. I, Sonchai Kun's son, killing a few girls is nothing at all.
Your fault was that you failed to do the job, your fault was that you were caught, and your fault was that you failed to directly kill that troublesome policeman!"
Upon hearing this, the young man held the sheathed dagger in his arms blankly and looked at his father in astonishment.
Songchai glanced at him coldly, picked up the cigar on the table, lit it and took a puff, speaking in a stern tone:
"Pala, you are the son of my Somchai Kunben, and you are also the legitimate son. You are born with the superior right to kill.
It doesn't matter if you go to the dead zone to recruit a few women, but you are so cowardly that you can't even handle a small policeman. How will you inherit my career in the future?"
Somchai was extremely domineering, showing his true qualities as the godfather of the underworld. Para was no longer pretending at this time, his slender eyes flashed fiercely, and his tone was full of hatred:
"Everything was going smoothly at first. I had already found my brother and the policeman and sent Raman there. However, a nosy fool suddenly appeared on the way and ruined my business."
"Fool?"
Songchai gritted his teeth, his expression was gloomy, his eyes were red, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour, and he roared angrily:
"You're such a loser. Do you know that your brother still hasn't been found because of your stupid actions?
And this fool you are talking about, nicknamed Evil God, is he a terrifying existence that can fight against the army on his own?"