Prodigal son never prodigal

Chapter 207 It’s a pity that you met an expert

Already very careful.

Yan Qing had parked her car in a parking lot some distance away from the hotel before, so as not to reveal her whereabouts.

Now I am following the red light district food street that Qiu Wenfang mentioned, walking through the alleys that are not noticed by people.

I randomly found a street girl and went to their private massage and bath house to have a peaceful sleep.

At dawn, I ate a bowl of Bak Kut Teh that Qiu Wenfang had longed for, and took advantage of the sparse streets in the early morning to sneak back to the parking lot.

Yan Qing confirmed that the grass she placed by the car door had not been touched before quickly driving on the road.

Qiu Wenfang, who had learned her craft from the massage girl for half a night, couldn't help but cheer.

It was as if I had gained freedom while speeding along the expressway in the capital, which was getting busier and noisier.

Still squirming and dancing in the passenger seat.

Yan Qing, who was originally full of vigilance and leaned the shotgun against the door, couldn't help but smile.

He also pretended to put his mobile phone in the center console as a navigation system, sharing the dance with his brothers.

The more than 300 kilometers back to Singapore was easy and satisfying.

The competition in Melbourne, Australia is just an excuse. Just sign up for any event that passes through Southeast Asia.

So I got off the highway at noon and had lunch in a historic town by the Strait of Malacca.

Taiwanese girls have been admiring this place for a long time, but they didn’t have time to make the trip in Genting before, so they decided to stop by today.

After all, I will probably not come here again in the future.

It is said that when Zheng He of the Ming Dynasty was stationed in Malacca more than 600 years ago, he left some of the manpower of the fleet behind, and it gradually became the main distribution center for Chinese immigrants moving south.

Therefore, the various old-style buildings and shops on the streets have Chinese characteristics.

Then, as the strait became increasingly important, it was occupied and controlled by Portugal, Helan, and Dayang in turns.

Even the church overlooking the strait has been altered and transformed by various occupiers into something different.

Everywhere is full of traces of European style and Nanyang Chinese life.

And in addition to historical monuments, walking in the Chinese urban area can feel the ancient atmosphere everywhere that makes Yan Qingdu feel familiar.

For example, the carved portal of the old house, the colorful tiles on the floor of the arcade, the gold lacquer plaque hanging high in the old store...

The little agent is indeed an excellent tour guide. He is very knowledgeable about various cultural customs in Southeast Asia. He is lively, pretty and has a sweet mouth. He can interact with grandparents, cats and dogs wherever he goes.

Yan Qing was like an old man, carrying a fishing bag and enjoying the food and drink arrangement, not to mention how comfortable it was.

In the end, I didn't even make it in the afternoon because the claypot seafood stall, which is said to have a Ming Dynasty flavor, doesn't open until after five o'clock, and all kinds of tourists came to queue up until midnight.

We all had dinner, and of course we also wanted to visit the night market.

There are many coffee shops, souvenir shops and restaurants on the street. Vehicles are prohibited here after dark on weekends. The streets are lined with various stalls selling snacks and new gadgets that have never been seen in China. It is very lively!

When walking on this short street of a few hundred meters, it feels like entering a time tunnel.

Qiu Wenfang compared the scenic spots and historic sites around Pingjing, saying that they seemed not as rich as the ancient towns and markets here, and that the mainland seemed too commercial.

When returning to Luzhou from western Guangxi, the two brothers also visited some commercial streets in ancient towns in the mainland. They were basically the same. They felt that they were all rushing to make money. Indeed, they did not have the leisurely atmosphere that may have developed naturally over many years.

We walked around and ate, sat in bars, cafes, and teahouses, and found a B&B to spend the night in the middle of the night.

The little assistant who specially learned the massage technique last night claims that he has mastered the supreme secret of Southeast Asian horse killing chicken, and he must practice it.

It got hot while I was still in the wooden tub bath.

Even in the antique wooden bed with sarong and mosquito net, the boss couldn't stop waiting on him.

In the end, it wasn't her who enjoyed it.

Gai Qingyun kept saying that I was still a child, so let me go to the window sill and watch the wind.

At this time, he did not mention the sense of immersion in playing games. Maybe in the previous 18 years, he had never played any [-]-ban games.

Definitely not as profound as Yan Qing's experience in various romantic places in Daming Mansion.

Monitor with the combination of smart glasses and portable WIFI.

There was nothing unusual about the red pickup truck parked across the road outside the building.

Early the next morning, the young boss and the hot assistant, who knew how to eat and taste, worked some more before they hurriedly set off on their way, telling each other that they were just meeting physiological needs.

Only the kid Gai Qingyun really believed it. He never thought about what would happen if Sesame Girl saw the little spy's moist and pretty complexion.

With more than 200 kilometers left to travel to Singapore, Yanqing didn't even return to the expressway.

Drive along the road along the Strait of Malacca and experience the authentic customs and customs of Southeast Asia.

Of course, only Tianqiaoxing himself knows whether there was any subconscious precaution on his part.Qiu Wenfang, who suddenly felt a lot more lazy, was so tender that she could easily squeeze out water. She curled up in the passenger seat and let him go to the ends of the earth as he pleased.

I just casually talked about my travel experience in Southeast Asia. Generally speaking, I only followed the tourist routes. Most countries in the entire region still presented their best aspects to world tourists.

Because they know that they have no industrial output value and can only make money through this, and it is relatively easy to make money.

However, once tourists deviate from tourist attractions and historical sites, they enter too much into the living society, especially the dark side of pornography, gambling and drugs.

And it is easy to be swallowed up by the actual barbaric cruelty of these places.

"So without you, I don't even have the safety to travel around the world, so I must take good care of you so that you can always be with me..."

While talking, she deliberately exaggerated to show off her coquettishness and wink at her, but it was her young lady attitude that was mixed with youthfulness that was the most attractive.

Gai Qingyun is like, why are you driving so often? Why don't you change your glasses? You can't see.

In fact, the pair of photo glasses are particularly suitable for such a vast scenery. Malaysian driving is right-hand drive. It is just on the driver's side along the Malacca coastline. It is beautiful at any time.

But this off-highway can run at a maximum speed of [-] to [-] kilometers per hour, and you can stop from time to time to admire the scenery, sea views, and visit towns and villages.

It was almost evening before we approached Singapore.

Under the setting sun, Qiu Wenfang was extremely satisfied: "I heard that Melbourne also has a beautiful coastline. Let's rent a car and visit the beach..."

The navigation shows that there are still more than ten kilometers ahead to enter the highway entrance, and then more than ten kilometers away is the urban area in Malaysia close to the Singapore-Canada border strait.

Yan Qing liked the satay sauce in this area that was made with peanuts, sesame seeds, shrimp paste and orange juice. She was thinking of finding a village to have dinner before heading into the city.

I just turned a corner and saw a few policemen on the roadside in front of me, waving to signal to pull over...

Yan Qing and Gai Qingyun fell asleep almost at the same time.

The pair of photo glasses with optical lenses was equivalent to wearing telescopes at all times. When Gai Qingyun saw the police, he casually threw the magnified picture onto the screen.

But their meanings are completely different.

Because this kind of overseas driving usually requires a notarized driver's license, that is, bringing a translation of the domestic driver's license, which is generally no problem, but it has no legal effect if the foreign diplomats are more authentic.

So as long as there is a possibility of encountering the police, it is the Taiwanese girl who drives. She has an international driver's license.

Gai Qingyun was troubled by this, because small policemen in Southeast Asia have a little habit of being greedy and taking bribes.

Yan Qing only needed to take a look, but the alarm in her heart was already blaring!
The ill-fitting police uniform made the other party keep twisting and adjusting himself. When he walked out, he actually looked back and touched the holster on his waist.

What's more important is that this look and gesture are full of excitement!
He is an expert in robbery.

Liangshan is doing this kind of business without capital, how to arrange the disguise, how to feel when seeing the prey, they have already mastered it, and they are even a little bored.

This smell is so familiar.

Anyway, police officers shouldn't show such signs of emotion.

When he was still a hundred meters away, he slowed down, turned on the turn signal, stood up and stepped back into the back seat: "Here you are, driving..."

Qiu Wenfang would never ask why when these emergencies occurred. He immediately jumped up and squeezed through the gear handle to take the steering wheel from Yan Qing, and controlled the accelerator and brake before sitting down.

Yan Qing had already opened the bullet chamber in the back seat and was checking the different colors of the shotguns for the last time: "Never stop the car, hit it when it's time to hit..."

Maybe He Shunzhi still hesitates and wonders how I can bump into people casually, even if I hit a bad guy, is it in compliance with the regulations? Song Siyu will definitely be surprised.

Qiu Wenfang can only hum...

At 50 meters, 40 meters, and 20 meters, a policeman stood on the road, blocking the front and gesturing to move aside.

The other three people were standing next to the police car on the roadside. The key was that there was another figure standing at the back of the car. Only his upper body was exposed, and you couldn't see what he was holding in his hands.

Yan Qing finally saw that there were no vehicles in front of or behind him. The lush crops in the wilderness were as tall as one person. It was really a good place to kill people and buy goods.

He bowed and hid behind the driver's seat, and pressed the door handle with his left hand: "Slow down... hurry up, um, keep going, don't stop..."

Even if it was a right-hand drive, the co-pilot's side was on the curb. He hid behind the driver's headrest and passed through the window, quickly screening the threat level of the three people on the side of the road and one person at the rear of the car.

Ten meters, five meters...

Bang!
The "policeman" standing on the road was caught off guard and knocked over by a pickup truck. Although the force was not enough to knock him away, he did not hesitate!
Completely unexpected, he jumped up at that moment and lay down on the front of the car...

The "policeman" who was pretending to be relaxed by the police car on the side of the road also stood up in surprise and hurriedly drew his gun!

The man behind the car finally stepped out, holding a military automatic rifle in his hand!
But in the dusk, they didn't seem to notice that at the moment of the collision, the door behind the driver's seat opened, and Yan Qing jumped out of the car like a ghost.

When the back of the pickup truck slid past, revealing Yan Qing who was half-bent, none of the four people had eyes on the back of the car.

They were all distracted by the impact of the front of the car.

In other words, when ordinary people hold a gun, they simply cannot open their field of vision.

By the time they suddenly noticed muzzle flash from the corner of their eyes, it was already too late!
Boom!
This is such a troll...

(End of this chapter)