Basong paused his thumb with a Buddhist bead, frowned and asked, "Dajun, what's going on ahead?"

Because the Audi A6 in front came across, I can't read the details from the angle.

He just saw a tuk-tuk car upside down in front of the car, and someone was covering his face and crying and shouting on the ground, so he reported to Basonghui: "Boss, they ran into a tuk-tuk car that was rushing against the road. It seemed that someone was injured, but it was not a big deal if it was not dead. They should be able to solve it soon."

Basong snorted coldly: "I have told the Sharman Prefecture that these tuk tuks should be standardized! Go against the road, occupy the road, run red lights... It is because of their traffic in Chiang Mai that is so chaotic!"

"Dangdang!" At this moment, a traffic policeman walked to Basong and his car and knocked on the window of the cockpit.

The army habitually glanced at Basong in the rearview mirror. Seeing that Basong closed his eyes and his breath increased, he lowered the gap of the car window with only one finger and said arrogantly: "On the first day of work, sir? I'll ask you to call and ask who your superior's license plate is before speaking!"

After saying that, Dajun sneered and raised the car window again: Is a cadet policeman worthy of talking to me?

He thought this sentence was enough to silence the trainees outside the car, but what he unexpectedly expected was-

The student policeman actually wrote a ticket with his small notebook and posted it on the front windshield with a "slap"!

My fucking...the army was anxious at that time - even if your chief sergeant came, you didn't dare to talk loudly to me, do you know? Do you dare to post a note on my car? Are you stupid? Are you stupid?

Dajun, who was used to being arrogant and domineering in Chiang Mai, suddenly pushed open the car door and came out. Just then the student police finished posting the ticket and walked around again. Dajun approached the student police with a gloomy face and said viciously: "You fuck..."

The cadet police seemed to trip up something under his feet and rushed into Dajun's arms. Dajun instinctively wanted to push him away, but suddenly felt something coming in and out of his body quickly!

Dajun was hit by the cadet police and couldn't help but sit back and into the car. As soon as he opened his mouth to shout, a big hand wearing white gloves firmly and forcefully stabbed a black, thick and hard baton into his mouth!

It hit the throat directly!

The army instinctively pulled out his gun. He was the number one sharpshooter in the entire regiment, but his strength seemed to be taken away by the thing in his body. Before the gun was pulled out, it was cold...

Bei Long was about to pull out the knife from Dajun's belly. The keen sense of danger that he had trained in countless life and death junctures made him tilt his head without thinking about it, and a powerful force hit his shoulder. Suddenly, the shoulder blades felt like they were broken and he couldn't lift his entire arm!

It's that Muay Thai champion!

Beilong shrank back and pulled out the Gurkha saber from the army's belly. At the same time, he saw the thin black man sitting in the passenger seat continuing to punch him, his eyes as cruel as wolves, his fists as fast as meteors, but... there is something in this world called a seat belt...

The seat belt conscientiously tied the black and thin man's chest and stopped the force of his fist. This was actually just a moment, but for the master, the battle between life and death depends on a moment!

A cold light flashed by "swish". The thin black man who was trying to carry the restraint of the seat belt and was about to punch this time suddenly widened his eyes. The Gurkha saber had already penetrated his neck, and the violent force even pushed him back and hit the car window. Blood instantly spitted red glass!

Beilong, who was alert, pounced on Dajun. He heard a "pop" gunshot. It was a gunshot with a muffler installed. The bullet hit the bulletproof glass of the front windshield. In an instant, the bulletproof glass appeared like a spider-web crack, but the bullet penetrated the bulletproof glass of the front windshield and flew where it flew. This turned out to be a one-way bulletproof glass that could make the inner side shoot outward!

The tuk-tuk and Audi A6 that had crashed in front were quickly surrounded by the melon-eating crowd. A thief was fishing for trouble and reached out to pull out the pocket of an old man in front. Who knew that as soon as his hand grabbed the wallet, he was shot on his knee with a "pop". The thief didn't even dare to shout, so he quickly stuffed the wallet to the old man and stubbornly dragged his legs out of the crowd, and ran away without looking back: Damn it, he has plainclothes! Isn't it just taking out a bag? As for shooting me?

Basong fired a hasty shot but failed to hit it. When he wanted to shoot, he could not find the target. However, Zhang Jun was thrown in with his legs held from outside. Then he heard a "bang" sound and the car door was closed!

When the car door was closed, Basong felt relieved and subconsciously locked the car door first, but immediately realized that something abnormal would happen!

He quickly arched his body and looked forward with the driver's seat back, but saw a small iron bucket on Zhang Jun's body smoking...

"I... fuck..."

Basong was suddenly thundered and hurriedly opened the car door but it didn't open. It was too late to think of unlocking the car door...

...

In the Audi A6 behind, the driver was holding a cigarette in his mouth. When he saw a traffic policeman sticking a sticker to Basong's car, he couldn't help but clapping his hands and laughing: "Haha! Look! There is a sticker in front!"

The gunman sitting in the passenger seat was busy looking at his cell phone. He raised his eyelids and glanced at him and then continued to look down at the cell phone. A "sneer" sound came from his nostrils to express his disdain.

The two gunmen in the back row looked forward on the back of the seat and just saw the traffic police tripping under their feet and stumble into the car in a mess. They burst into laughter with gloating. They had long disliked Dajun. They were all retired soldiers. Why could Dajun look like Basong's godson?

A few seconds later, when the driver and the two gunmen felt something was wrong, the traffic police crawled out again, respectfully carried Dajun's legs in, respectfully helped Dajun close the door, stood outside the car respectfully and saluted the Young Pioneers, and then pointed to the scene of the car accident three circles inside and three circles outside and ran over, crawling into the crowd and disappeared.

"Two pussy!" The driver and the two gunmen smiled contemptuously. This is the correct posture for the traffic police to meet Basong!

However, at most, only a second was heard, and a dull sound of "boom" was heard. The Audi A6 bulletproof car in Basong ahead jumped suddenly. At the same time, the tremor from the earth made the windows of their cars "buzz" and cracked, and the smiles of the drivers and gunmen froze:
Chapter completed!