I want to be a warlord

Chapter 284 Wang Zhen's Investigation

A street near Chatuchak Weekend Market on the outskirts of Bangkok.

The car came to a stop, the donkey and the poet got into the car, and as soon as they got in the car, they saw Zeng Jiarang in a swimsuit sitting in the driver's seat.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion and wrong timing, the donkey would have said a few words about the height of the donkey!
"What's the matter with our sister?"

"For the time being, I only know that he is missing. You will find out when you pick up my cousin." Wang Zhen said with a sullen face.

After a few minutes……

"We were just shopping in the market, and the two children were very happy. Later, I saw a lot of local clothing in Southeast Asia and liked it very much, so I tried it on. Then I waited until no one came out, so I went to see it, but no one came out. It's gone." My uncle said guiltily, his eyes were red, and he was about to slap himself when he raised his hand, but Wang Zhen grabbed him.

"Don't blame you, take us there." Wang Zhen comforted: "It's okay, it will be fine, let's go and see the place first, what's going on."

"Leave the shovel in the car, and the Jaeger will respond, let's get off." Saying this, Wang Zhen opened the car door and jumped down with two pistols hanging on his body.

The donkey and the poet jumped off.

"Are you carrying guns?" Zeng Jiarang also jumped down.

"Yes, bullets make people honest!" Wang Zhen glanced at her and didn't stop her.

Walking into the market, it immediately attracted the attention of many people. This time, even Zeng Jiarang, who was beautiful and eye-catching in a swimsuit, did not take away the demeanor of Wang Zhen and the three of them.

Wearing a combat uniform, a pistol, and a cold face, Wang Zhen wore a skull mask, and his menacing appearance attracted more attention than women.

The Chatuchak Weekend Market is huge, with more than 9000 stalls and a lot of traffic, but the three of Wang Zhen walked in first, and the crowd immediately gave way to a passage.

The sound of selling and bargaining at the scene stopped, and no one dared to stare at the three of them all the time, at most they took a sideways peek.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a clothes seller. Wang Zhen took out a 20-dollar bill and threw it over. He picked up a long skirt, a pair of sunglasses, and a hat from the booth, and turned around and handed them to Zeng Jiarang.

The stall owner didn't say a word, let alone 20 dollars, even if he didn't have a penny, he didn't dare to say a word.

Jie doesn't look like a good person!
Zeng Jiarang didn't care too much, just put on the skirt, put on the sunglasses hat, and followed quickly.

No one spoke along the way, only my uncle pointed the direction occasionally, and fortunately he could still remember where he walked in the middle of such a confusing booth.

It can be seen that my cousin really tried his best to take care of him along the way.

There is no need to go shopping, and some people give way, and you will arrive at the place after walking for about ten minutes.

Such a group of people who looked like they were going to cause trouble appeared. For more than ten minutes, the security personnel to maintain order in the market did not come out, and the police did not come out, as if these people did not exist.

In fact, it's not that he didn't come out, it's that he didn't dare to come up...

How much money!
Until my cousin stopped and pointed to a stall, the stall owner seemed to have been shocked by an electric shock, and instantly ejected from his chair and started.

"boom!"

Wang Zhen touched the back with his hand, and didn't use it for 0.5 seconds. The M1911 was already in his hand, and he aimed at the stall owner and pulled the trigger directly.

The stall owner just stood up, blood spattered on his shoulders, and he trembled for a moment. He didn't feel any pain at that moment, until he looked down, his face changed suddenly, and he screamed out.

Gunshots, screams, such a big movement, but the surroundings were quiet as if someone had pressed the pause button. No one moved or made a sound. They just watched quietly, for fear of attracting Wang Zhen's attention.

This is no longer a question of being fierce or not!
There are many fierce local gangs in the businesses here, but I have never seen this kind of people who shoot without saying a word!

At present, there is a kind of meaning to make fierceness docile.

It was Zeng Jiarang, she was in a hurry, fearing that something would happen to her precious daughter, but she never thought that Wang Zhen would shoot when he came up!

This shot convinced her that it had nothing to do with Wang Zhen.

If it's acting, it's not so real. If it's wrong, people will die!
"Search!" Wang Zhen waved his hand, and the donkey and the poet rushed forward at one stride.

Wang Zhen took a step, walked up to the stall owner, lowered the muzzle of his gun, and pointed it at the opponent's head, "Shut up, if you shout again, I'll kill you immediately!"

The stall owner's face was covered with sweat, he gritted his teeth, covered his wound, and dared not say a word.

"It's him?" Wang Zhen looked at his cousin.

"It's him." The cousin nodded.

"Head, I found it. There is a problem with the locker room." The donkey violently kicked the inner wall of the locker room, and the 'wall' was kicked open, revealing another compartment.

Obviously, this 'wall' is alive, and the people on the other side can suddenly open the door and take away the people in the locker room.

"Say!" Wang Zhen shot the gun.

"It has nothing to do with me, I just sell clothes..."

"Bang!" Wang Zhen lowered his gun and aimed another shot at the other shoulder.

"Ah!! I said, I said, it was Pila who rented this place to me. If there is a customer they like, they will take it away. I don't know anything else!"

"Who is Pilla and where is it?"

"Not here, they just left!"

"Follow me!" Wang Zhen grabbed the person and tugged at him. The stall owner screamed again, dragging two blood-spitting shoulders, and walked forward.

After those people kidnapped Jiajia and Zeng Peilin, it was impossible for them to stay here any longer, so they couldn't find anyone here.

Just as he was about to leave, someone in the crowd yelled 'wait'.

Wang Zhen looked over, and saw that he was a thin but strong local man with a snake head tattooed on his neck, and the snake body extended into his clothes. From his face, he knew he was not a good person.

"you……"

"Bang!" Raise your hand, shoot, where is there so much fucking nonsense.

"Take it away!" Wang Zhen waved his hand and said, really worried that he couldn't find more clues, this kind of local snake, don't fucking say you don't know!
This is not a place for interrogation, so take it back first.

He was shot in the shoulder again, and as soon as the gunshot sounded, everyone around him dodged away.

Regardless of whether there is any space around, it is hard to squeeze, and the stalls next to it are squeezed and collapsed.

The donkey rushed over at a brisk pace, grabbed the man by the hand and dragged him over.

Resistance does not exist, maybe he can fight very well, but within ten steps, the gun is fast!

No matter the customers or the stall owners around here, they all looked dumbfounded. They had never seen such violence. The gang bosses on the market side disappeared as soon as they made a noise, so no one dared to speak.

The two men who were shot led the way, followed by Wang Zhen and the others, walking out quickly.

If you are injured, you can walk faster, and the blood will not stop!

The two of them just had one idea, go quickly, ask questions quickly, answer quickly, and then bandage the wound!
Very honest kind.

After 10 minutes, I left the market. As soon as I got outside, a dozen or so locals surrounded me, and several of them held guns in their hands.

pistol.

He was pointing at several people in Wang Zhen.

"Jaeger!" Wang Zhen shouted.

The group of people signaled to follow Wang Zhen's eyes and looked over. Two tall white men appeared behind the group of people with rifles in their hands.

M4, M16!

The two of them crossed positions, with their guns on their shoulders. Their actions looked like they were professional killers!

Much more professional than these locals.

The few small pistols in the hands of the local gang looked like toys, and they put them down without the boss's order.

Clever……

Wang Zhen strode towards the person in the most C position in the center of the crowd, raised his pistol and pointed at him, "Are you the boss?"

"I just want my man, he, he, um, bleeding badly." The boss is the boss, and he didn't stutter at this time.

"You kidnapped it?"

"I'm not, I don't, it has nothing to do with me!" The boss quickly denied it, but he had heard of this person's behavior in it, "I just maintain the order of the market and earn this money, and the rest has nothing to do with me."

This group of people is obviously a real cross-river dragon.

He doesn't dare to mess with someone who absolutely doesn't mind killing someone to solve the problem.

"I know there are people who use the market to kidnap people. I hate them the most. We are not the same way. They are a separate circle. If you want to find them, you'd better ask Badafeng."

"Follow me." Wang Zhen said straightforwardly.

"no……"

"No, no, I'll kill them and take you away, or you just follow me now. I want to find someone, find someone, everything is easy to talk about, but I can't find anyone..." Wang Zhen didn't continue, but there was something in his eyes. The meaning has been expressed clearly.

The boss opened his mouth, wanting to slap himself to death, why come out and pretend to love his younger brother like a son!
The main reason is that he didn't expect to encounter such a tyrannical person, and he took out his rifle in the street. He really wanted to ignore it and start killing!

In my heart, I scolded the eighteen generations of the ancestors who kidnapped people, things that don't have eyes!

"Since you said that those people have nothing to do with you, then tell your people that the news cannot be known there. If my people are hurt because of the news, I will beat you to death!" Wang Zhen said irrationally. Said.

"I, okay!" The boss looked at his subordinates and shouted loudly: "Did you hear that, block the news for me, whoever spreads the news, throw him into the sea to feed the sharks!" The boss ordered viciously.

It's just that there is a gun on the head, which is a bit funny no matter how you look at it.

Get in the car and leave.

The two cars drove away, and only a few policemen appeared around.

Nothing else, just look at the license plate number, and maintain order at the scene by the way.

bar?
Don't dare to stop, don't dare to stop at all!
What if these people go crazy and shoot, there are so many people around here, even civilians...

right!

……

As soon as he got in the car, Zeng Jiarang's phone rang, and it was a call from an acquaintance at the embassy.

pick up.

"I found it, Wang Zhen, the wanted criminal."

Zeng Jiarang's expression froze.

"I was wanted by Lan Natai, murdered, and later ran to Iraq and opened a PMC company. He was vicious and murdered without blinking an eye, but his feelings for the country were still there. He helped many compatriots in Iraq and had a good reputation. It should be related to this matter. Nothing to do."

Zeng Jiarang, can you talk without panting? You scared me to death, do you know!
As for the ferocity, I have seen it!
She already believed that Wang Zhen could get him back!
(End of this chapter)