Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 688 Layout
The gate, which was already dilapidated and crumbling, was shattered by this group of crazy Thai knife minions.

This group of crazy swordsmen rushed in like a tide, and there was a very rapid gunshot in the wooden house:
"Clap clap~"

When Du Weiguo on the roof heard the gunshot, he couldn't help curling his lips, and shook his head lightly:
"It's over, the rhythm is completely chaotic, and he is completely panicked. If Songpa is at this level, then after 1 minute, he will turn into a lump of meat."

"boom!"

As soon as Du Weiguo finished speaking, there was a muffled sound from the room, and the flames suddenly appeared. These crazy swordsmen had already ran out howling, and many of them were wrapped in the raging fire.

"Well, Molotov cocktails! Not too bad, this Sompa isn't too stupid."

Du Weiguo lightly flicked the cigarette ash, sniffed, and commented calmly.

"Boom~Boom"

The sprayer in the hand of the amulet man opened fire, and two shots directly hit 3 or 4 swordsmen who were all on fire and howling ghosts and wolves.

The big man's face was full of sternness, ferocious like a ghost, he pointed his gun at the swordsmen who had retreated outside the door, and yelled and cursed a few times in a very stern voice.

These swordsmen uttered a cry, and rushed towards 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, penetrating people like hell.

At this time, the big man with the amulet quickly grabbed a few knife hands that were relatively behind, pointed to the roof, and whispered a few words.

The knife fighters nodded quickly, and hurriedly ran towards the other side of the wooden house. Soon, they climbed up to the roof with a ladder.

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 such thing as a roof.

The roof is only waterproof with double-layer tiles, and these swordsmen clearly intend to enter the house directly from the roof. Unexpectedly, this rough-looking man with amulets still has a bit of a brain.

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 a few swordsmen climbed up to the roof, they saw Du Weiguo sitting on the ridge and smoking a cigarette leisurely, and they were stunned.

Du Weiguo frowned helplessly, and lifted his hand towards his side, a few pieces of black tiles turned into black light, and slammed on the faces of these hapless bastards.

The tiles that Du Weiguo threw casually were naturally not as sharp as the fish-killing knives, but they should not be underestimated. The eyes of the knifemen were darkened, and before they had time to react, they were directly blown away by the tiles.

They fell headfirst from the roof, paralyzed if they didn't die, and a few minions who were climbing the ladder were frightened and shouted loudly.

The amulet man didn't react too slowly, he immediately raised his gun and shot at the roof indiscriminately.

"Woo~"

A black light, with a shrill howling sound, was thrown from the roof, caught off guard, and hit the face of the big man with amulet.

"Snapped!"

The tiles were shattered, and the face of the big man with the amulet bloomed on the spot, and he fell to the ground without saying a word. He is just a good-looking guy.

It looked mighty, but it was nothing. It was on the same level as the mad lion in Bangkok. Du Weiguo fell from the sky and landed directly beside him.

With a light hook on his toe, the big man's shotgun was in Du Weiguo's hands in an instant, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The red-eyed minions who charged towards Du Weiguo with their knives were immediately smashed into a sieve by steel balls.

The shotgun is known as the king of melee combat. When fighting at close range, it is not a joke to hit a large area and dozens of steel balls.

Within three meters, all living beings are equal, even if it is Du Weiguo, if he encounters this thing, he has to avoid it, and he can't be tough!
There were a total of 3 bullets left in the shotgun of the amulet man, and Du Weiguo quickly took down the magazine and knocked out a total of 5 Thai knife minions.

Coupled with the few who fell from the roof, he killed no less than 10 people in less than 10 seconds.

At this moment, all the remaining Thai knife minions had stopped attacking the wooden house, hurriedly retreated from the house, and surrounded Du Weiguo with their knives nervously.

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 tightly.

None of his subordinates showed up, and the result is self-evident, they must have been hacked to death by random knives. Seeing Du Weiguo, Songpa was stunned.

Surrounded by more than knife fighters, Du Weiguo, who had no bullets in his gun, remained calm, calm as if nothing happened.

Glancing at Songpa, he teased in a teasing tone:

"Officer Songpa, the law and order in Pattaya is really bad. When I come to the Erawan Temple for sightseeing, I can see such a big scene."

Songpa's voice was hoarse and his tone was low:

"Mr. Wesley, I am no longer a policeman, but I am very sorry for implicating you~"

Du Weiguo chuckled lightly, with a relaxed tone:

"Oh! Songpa, please translate for me. I'm too lazy to kill people. Let them go away."

Hearing this, Sompa was stunned for a moment, but he still yelled loudly at the group of swordsmen, and these minions immediately became agitated.

Some people wanted to attack, some hesitated, probably because they knew that Du Weiguo had no bullets, and many guys with sharp knives were eager to move.

It's true that two fists can't beat four hands, even Du Weiguo now, if he doesn't have a weapon in his hand and encounters so many swordsmen at the same time, he will be seriously injured if he doesn't die.

But how could Du Weiguo have no weapons?
At this moment, he was impatient, his eyes narrowed, a savage light flashed, and the shotgun in his hand was thrown out of his hand, slamming into the face of a minion who was about to swing a knife at him.

Swipe your hands behind your waist, and you are already holding two Huakou Luzi with silencers in your hands, "Puff puff ~" There was a low gunshot like rain hitting plantains.

These red-eyed swordsmen immediately fell down like wind blowing wheat waves, when Du Weiguo emptied the magazines of the two pistols.

There are less than 10 of these extremely fierce swordsmen who can still stand.

There was no need for Songpa to translate at all, these guys threw away the long knives in their hands in a hurry, crying heart-piercingly, and ran towards the outside of the courtyard desperately.

These guys were terrified and in such a hurry to escape that they even forgot to drive the tuk-tuk and just ran away without a trace.

This is not human at all, no human can kill 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, and walked in front of Songpa, with a flat tone:

"Sompa, 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 dumbfounded when he saw this god-like method with his own eyes.

"Sompa!"

Du Weiguo called him again with a somewhat impatient and emphatic tone, Songpa shivered, woke up like a dream, and said in a trembling voice:
"Wei, Mr. Wesley, the thing is like this~~"

After a while, the wooden house was ablaze with raging crowds, and the open-top military off-road vehicle owned by the Buddha brand man drove onto the main road and drove away in a hurry.

One hour later, on the Jomtien seashore in Pattaya, Du Weiguo was on a Delfino 1 yacht with a happy expression on his face, steering the yacht through the waves like he was manipulating a new big toy.

After a while, Du Weiguo finally had his fill of fun, parked the yacht directly in the sea, and walked out of the cockpit.

This Delfino93 yacht is priced at 240 million US dollars. It is the only yacht in Pattaya, and even in the whole of Siam, there are only 3 yachts.

The owner of this ship has a lot of background, called Somchai Khun Boon, known as the godfather of Siam, the well-deserved gangster and underground emperor of Siam.

At the same time, he also has a very prominent public identity, a member of the Siamese National Assembly and the mayor of the Special Administrative City of Pattaya.

It was this guy who, against all odds, agreed to Mi Jun's construction of a base in Pattaya. He was also the one who took 10 years.

It turned Pattaya, which was just a small fishing village back then, into the "Little Paris of the Orient" that is now feasting and feasting.

The woman and child kidnapped by Sompa were Somchai Khun Boon's wife and illegitimate son, in order for him to release Sompa's only son.

Things are not complicated, even a bit bloody and vulgar. For a big man like Somchai Khun Boen who takes everything in black and white, his high position and fortune must inevitably be the result of stepping on the bones of countless people.

Songpa, a straightforward policeman, found a young man named Ba Dou when he was investigating a case of torturing and killing a young girl.

This guy is not the main culprit, but an executor, and after careful investigation, this guy is related to at least a dozen cases of missing girls.

Sompa tracked down the vines, and finally found out the main culprit of a Pala, and this Pala's full name is Pala Khun Boon, and he is the son of Somchai Khun Boon.

What happened after that was very routine. The righteous police officer insisted on bringing the criminal to justice, but the powerful black and evil forces covered the sky with one hand.

Taught him a good lesson. Law enforcers will never be able to defeat legislators. They not only obstruct Sompa from handling cases, but also coerce and lure him, even assassinate him.

Fortunately, the strong and brave Songpa finally overcame these obstacles like mountains and seas, gritted his teeth and continued to handle the case.

Finally, Pala Khun Boon, who was already envious after being bitten by Sompa, happened on the night of the serious crime at the Queen's Ballroom in Pattaya.

He sent someone directly to Chonburi City to kill Sompa's younger sister, took away his only son, and left him a finger of the child.

Sompa's child is his Nilin. For the safety of the child, since his wife died of illness, he has been fostered by his sister's house in Chon Buri.

Now his younger sister was brutally murdered, his only son was taken away, and a finger was cut off. Sompa completely ran away.

He searched everywhere like crazy, but still couldn't find the cunning Para Khun Ben who had been hiding for a long time.

In desperation, he directly planned to kidnap the illegitimate son and concubine raised by his father, Somchai Khun Boon, in the night market, in an attempt to exchange for his son.

As for the next thing, Du Weiguo knew that Songpa was betrayed by his most trusted immediate boss.

Sompa himself was stabbed three times and almost died. None of his hardcore subordinates can still breathe.

This story is indeed a bit old-fashioned, very much like the plot in a revenge movie.

Somchai Khun Boon's yacht is a very luxurious three-story yacht. In addition to the cockpit on the top floor, there is a meeting cabin in the middle, and a rest cabin on the bottom floor.

Du Weiguo came to the cabin with ease, sat down on the sofa, picked up the humidor on the table, lit an authentic Cohiba Cuban cigar, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

For cigars, Du Weiguo can now draw some samadhi. He glanced at Songpa with drooping eyebrows, and Du Weiguo teased:
"Songpa, don't be dejected. Anyway, things have come to this point. It's nothing more than death."

At this time, Songpa was wrapped in several laps of gauze and was completely 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 have no place to stand in Pattaya, or even Siam."

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and spoke calmly:
"Well, that's right. According to you, offending a giant crocodile like Somchai Khun Ben is equivalent to offending the godfather of the underworld and the local emperor of Pattaya at the same time. There is indeed no place to stand."

Hearing this, Songpa's expression became even darker. After a moment of silence, he raised his head, his tone full of earnestness:

"Mr. Wesley, it doesn't matter if I die, but~"

"stop!"

Du Weiguo stopped Songpa mercilessly:

"Songpa, I don't have time to babysit for you. My enemies are all over the world. Every day is a day of swords and flames and rivers of blood. Your son will follow me, and he will definitely not survive three days!"

"Ugh!"

Songpa let out a long sigh, with a dejected look, and leaned lazily on the sofa, as if his spine had been pulled out.

This incident has evolved to the point where Songpa knew that he must 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 wiped out by Somchai Kun Ben in the future.

I insisted on justice all my life, and finally ended up like this. Sompa felt sad. Am I really wrong?

Du Weiguo couldn't help but sneered seeing Songpa's ashamed look:
"Heh! Sompa, are you imagining Somchai Khun Boon too much? After saving your son, kill him and his bastard son. Isn't this matter over?"

"What? Get rid of him! Mr. Wesley, you, what do you mean~"

Songpa was so excited that he didn't care about his injuries, and stood up suddenly, his eyes were as bright as lanterns.

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and joked with a smile:
"Songpa, you know, I'm very expensive, and it's super expensive. I've already helped you once for free, come here again? Do you have money?"

"Uh~ I, no."

Songpa was at a loss, feeling ashamed, and said in a nonchalant tone, while Du Weiguo said in a flat tone:

"There has never been a free lunch in this world. If you want me to do things for you, you have to pay the 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 in the future!"

Songpa put his hand on his heart, his eyes were extremely firm, and his tone was decisive. The corners of Du Weiguo's mouth were raised, and his tone was slightly harsh:
"Sompa, remember your promise today."

Two hours later, a small boat slowly approached the yacht. A slender man, holding a thin boy in his arms, slowly stepped onto the yacht.

The child was not in a coma, but was trembling because of the pain and fear, his mouth was tightly pursed, and his big terrified eyes were looking at this luxurious and strange ship.

It wasn't until he saw Songpa that he burst into tears and called out in great surprise. Songpa was just about to rush over, but Du Weiguo's cold voice came from his ear.

"Songpa, do you want to court death?"

(End of this chapter)