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People with normal minds should be frightened when they see Buck and the others shooting Lao Song, and at least they can't bear to see it, because they are killing similar people. No matter what kind of cultural heritage is, it is not a matter that conforms to human nature.

But these people secretly discussed using rifles to shoot the square to attack the Victorians in a large area... No, they should be called terrorists. They are no longer worthy of the title of Victorians. On that vast land, there are only a small group of guys with distorted mentality trying to change their destiny through this kind of dynasty change.

These terrorists only had excitement and excitement on their faces, as well as their desire for violent means of guns, because they had no power to tie up their chickens and wanted to improve their combat effectiveness through guns.

In Buck's view, most of the separatist incidents incited by foreign countries are a group of speculators who are dissatisfied with the status quo and hope to make profits through chaos and follow them as brainwashed, which is purely a cannon fodder and stepping stone for others.

And now, just be a stepping stone for yourself.

Sitting in the back of the van, I pointed the young people in a different direction, and passed through the complex villages in this area, approaching Maisel Street from the other direction, Buck began to distribute magazines, not many, one for each person: "When firing a shot, you should yell, adjust your breathing by shouting, control the shooting frequency, and... try with me..."

The three young men had already inserted the magazine into the pistol, and their blood was irresistible. Even the one who drove was helpless and rubbed the steering wheel. The other two were so excited that they wanted to try. They shouted in their throats, and took selfies with their mobile phones along the way. Now they couldn't help but hold the two magazines in front of them and turned into V-shaped photos.

Buck had a cooperative smile on his face, but he leaned coldly on the back of the chair. Looking at one of the young men who were still a little childish, he felt a little shaken in the mood for persuasion. But listening to their fanatical shouts and messages on their phones, he must give his life to him. He knew that everything he said was useless. Since he was about to die, then go, just don't delay other innocent people in the country to bury them with him. As for the Yamamura here, sorry, the mercenaries are never so fraternal.

It would be very difficult to take care of the 9.6 million square kilometers.

I deliberately stayed outside for a day, and even found a valley that was rarely visited in the middle to let the three young people fire a few bullets, which was called to make them familiar with the feeling of shooting. In fact, it teased their stimulation of gunfire. I began to feel that I was the most invincible gunman in the world with a pistol, and I only started when dusk approached.

Those brightly lit nightclubs have begun again. Because of the explosion and fire that had happened before, there have been many fewer tourists in the Maisle area. The sudden kidnapping incident this morning also made the streets feel a bit cautious. But Buck picked up the spare tire behind and leaned against him as usual. This is his usual attitude. If you can find something to cover it, you can block it. Perhaps just one bullet can change his destiny.

The silver-gray van slowly appeared at the intersection outside the town like a ghost. Buck skillfully inspires in English: "go!go!go! shout loudly, keep rushing, don't get out! There is no danger!"

There are already two or three cars parked at the intersection. Although they are used to not seeking police when something happens, after years of rectification and restrictions in Thailand, they are not as arrogant as they can walk around with guns. Now they are just gathering together in groups of three to discuss the kidnapping cases that occurred in the morning and the gun cases in another town. No one takes a single van seriously, and they don’t notice the license plate. As they get closer, Buck urges to accelerate the sprint. The murderous aura that a van can show begins to expand. The vicious small engine roars, with an impact force that exceeds the load on the car body, and the tires are even more out of control. Finally, someone looks at this side and starts to shout: "Who! Stop..."

The young man in the co-pilot couldn't help but raise his gun and poke it out and shouted: "Long live the Islamic State..."

Bang bang bang bang!

Well, it's just a mess!

But the crisp gunfire sounded throughout the dusk and night sky. Buck slowly took the only AK rifle and blocked it on the other side. The driver and another young man couldn't help but shouted and pulled the trigger outside according to Buck's teachings, but Buck still urged behind him: "Quick! Quick! Quick...rush over!"

The driver basically reached out his hand and cleared the magazine in a random direction. He quickly retracted his hand to control the steering wheel. When everyone was caught off guard, he rushed across the street.

Only Buck, while pretending to be excited to encourage these young people who were burning their brains, suddenly smashed the window glass next to them with a steel buttstock, fastened the guardrail on the window with one shoulder, and used the moment the van passed the Sakura Hotel, accurately and stably hit the door of Zhongyi Hall on the white roof!

The young man who was rushing to empty the magazine looked at the master with admiration!

Only a little time passed the door, and with the same specious chant, Buck also put away his gun, and the van was as if it had come suddenly, and then suddenly went, rushing into the darkness from the other end of the street!

Given that two cars in the town attempted to pursue them in the morning, they caused huge losses of four deaths and seven injuries. On the contrary, in the previous gun battle, only a few people were shot by small caliber rifles, and their injuries were very light. Now, after the rush, only two or three people were hit by stray bullets, the unexpected Maisole people did not dare to chase them at night.

These people have long lost the bloodiness of their parents on the battlefield. It is okay to bully unarmed tourists and mountain villagers. Facing a really tough character, they are just turtles!

When Buck sent the four people away from Thailand and returned to China the next day, angry news was already spreading in the Golden Triangle area. A group of ungrateful Victorians attempted to buy from here. I don’t know why I didn’t agree with Lao Song of Zhongyitang. Not only did I tell you to snatch people and shoot them. Even when everyone didn’t expect it, a sudden backlash came, which was completely venting anger and demonstratively shot Maiser!

This made Maiser, who claimed to be the Thai general manager of the Golden Triangle region, and his colleagues in Laos and Myanmar were ridiculed.

But the seven people who had experienced the whole thing had thrown away their previous car and left separately.

Buck made an appointment with them to contact Dianming in three days, and then Da Lala took the hyena and Amman to Bangkok.

What Buck wanted was to catch all the people in one go, but there weren't just four!
Chapter completed!