Chapter 852 Six Sticks in One Second! (Second Update!)

Under the gaze of Monroe's men, the white building, which stood out from the surrounding iron sheet factories, sprayed gray dust like a snowy avalanche after a series of explosions.

In almost the blink of an eye, the 6-story white building disappeared in the smoke and dust.

The sound of the building's collapse covered the screams for help.

The smoke and dust came towards them, and the mercenaries quickly retreated into the bunker to avoid the scattered smoke and debris.

After dozens of seconds, the devastating movement slowly disappeared, and the scattered smoke and dust also completely calmed down.

Monroe walked out of the bunker, raised his hand to wave away the smoke and dust in front of him, and wiped the dust off the gun with his sleeve.

He shook off the dust on the gun, pulled the bolt with his left hand, and gently pulled it back. A crisp click sounded in the smoke, followed by his new order:

"Go, kill all the people who escaped."

At the command, his mercenary team, in groups of three, a total of five groups, took turns to cover each other and walked into the smoke. As long as they saw someone crawling up from the ground, it was obviously not a mercenary, and they would directly shoot a volley.

The gunshot sounded, like a signal for an attack.

Followed by more gunshots, it sounded in the scattered smoke and dust, and each gunshot was accompanied by a scream.

Because there were several mercenary teams, the final cleanup did not last too long.

In just 10 minutes, these mercenary teams met in the ruins.

Everyone wore a hood, with only a pair of eyes exposed. They looked at each other, then quickly put away their guns and left.

The mission has been completed, and now they need to evacuate quickly.

With such a big commotion here, the Thai army should be here.

Even though these guys are not good at fighting and can only extort money, they are still an army after all, and they have heavy firepower.

However...

This is the Mekong River, and a few hundred meters away is another country, not to mention that it is night now.

Glancing at the people who left, Monroe also took his teammates and took advantage of the chaos to quickly leave the scene.

Disappeared into the darkness.

On this day, the sound of gunfire in Langkai Mansion rang all night.

…………

Pah!

Chaka threw the documents in his hand to the ground. Feeling unsatisfied, he looked at the documents on the ground and suddenly jumped up and stepped on them.

Until the documents on the ground were completely trampled and a lot of footprints were left, he felt that the anger in his heart was slightly relieved.

Turning his head, he saw the person standing next to him blankly. Looking at the ghost appearance of the other party, the fire that had just been suppressed suddenly ignited again.

He raised his hand and wanted to slap the other person, but when he thought about how painful it would be to hit the other person's face, he retracted his hand, raised his right leg, and used his left foot as a fulcrum. He made a beautiful rotation and kicked the other person's waist with his raised right foot, sending him flying.

After the kick, he finally suppressed the anger in his chest and cursed at the person who was kicked out:

"I arranged you to go there so that you can put pressure on the construction company to pay me protection fees, pay more protection fees."

"You are so good, you just drove the person away, and it's fine to drive him away, but you also let others... let others catch you."

"Damn, now the whole world knows that I, Chaka, a general, asked my men to find local gangs to ask the company that helped build the railway for protection fees."

"The whole world knows!"

"When you let those gangs go and there is a threat, you don't know..."

"Damn, those gangs have been blown to death now, and their money has been taken away. What the hell are you doing for a living?"

"Where are the people I gave you?"

This series of questions did not make the person on the other side respond. He still lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the floor.

As if those questions just now had nothing to do with him.

Chaka, who had just asked the question, became even more angry after seeing his subordinate's stubborn look.

He was holding back his anger, unable to vent it, so he kept waving his hands at his side, anxiously spinning around.

Finally, he took out his pistol without hesitation, loaded the bullet, and shot the subordinate beside him.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out, but the subordinate was not shot. The bullet just hit his waist and passed by his side.

At this moment, the subordinate who had been stunned finally reacted.

He slowly raised his head, and there was only cold murderous intent in his brown eyes.

The subordinate's dodge was beyond Chaka's expectation. The first shot did not hit him, and he was stunned for a moment.

However, it was this moment of stunnedness that gave his subordinate an opportunity.

When he wanted to fire the second shot, the subordinate's fist had enlarged in front of him and landed on the bridge of his nose.

He was hit hard on the nose, and his instinctive reaction made him let go of the gun the next time and cover his face with both hands.

But before he could cover his cheek with his right hand, it was grabbed by the subordinate who attacked him, and then there was a snap.

Chaka's right forearm was broken.

The severe pain from his nose and hands made Chaka unable to stand up. He collapsed to the ground, and his left hand pressed his painful right hand tightly to relieve the pain.

But his actions were in vain. No matter how he pressed, the pain was still like a maggot attached to his bones, bumping around in his body, and transmitting to his brain in waves.

Let his brain feel painful.

Dynamic pain, let Chaka's tears and snot flow together, mixed with saliva, flowing on his face.

The pain also made his brain down, and his brain managed to react easily. He opened his mouth and just prepared to speak for mercy. A cold, stout and powerful thing stuffed it into his mouth.

As a former soldier, the moment the cold thing was stuffed into his mouth, Chaka figured out what the thing was.

His gun.

Just fired a bullet with a gun.

The muzzle pressed his tongue, resisting his throat, and letting the cards seeking for mercy.

The subordinates who started to show their heads, showed a bad smile, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

With three consecutive shots, the bullet drilled from behind the head of Chaka, and the blood followed closely.

After turning the gun, the subordinates slowly got up, watching Chaka's twitched body expressionlessly, slowly raising the gun, aiming at the head of the head, and two shots.

After these two shots, the muscle response on the corpse completely disappeared.

The subordinates pulled the guns, watched the bullet in the barrel, gently let go, clicked, and the bullet was carried again.

He took a deep breath, trembling his right hand to take the muzzle at himself, closed his eyes, and pulled down the trigger.

..............

Lanling.

Standing in front of the door of the Lin language, Qian took a deep breath, raised his hand, and knocked hard.

After hearing the sound of inviting in the room, he pushed the door open and walked in, shaking the file in the hand:

"Last night, the gunfire of Lang Kaifu rang all night."

"Those gangs are completely ended."

"Our legal team also officially settled in Bangkok, and a lawsuit was filed in the Supreme Court of Thailand ..."

"As for the other party can't connect, you have to look at it."

"In the end, the Minister of Defense, early in the morning today, died."

With his words, the document was put on the table and pushed it gently, and slipped in front of Lin.

Lin Yu reached out and picked up the file. He didn't look at it, so he threw it into the paper shredder on the left hand. He pressed the switch with his fingers, and the paper machine began to work to completely crush the file.

When the crushing machine stopped working, he raised his head and ordered Qian Duo:

"People who withdrew from Thailand are assigned to Laos and Cambodia as soon as possible to speed up the progress of both sides."

"By the way, is there any movement of Luo Ping?"

"Temporary ... no!" When it comes to Luo Ping, Qian Duoduo's face appeared a weird look.

He scratched his head, and said the news received, one fifty -one.

"Uncle Luo said two days ago, those Cambodians who spoke Yue language jumped and jumped."

"According to his estimates, today or tomorrow, the Cambodians who speak Yueyu will do it, and they should be in line with one hand."

"But this morning he suddenly called again, saying that the Cambodians who spoke Yueyue had withdrawn it."

"I didn't do it for the time being."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Saying that group of people may hear the movement of Thailand, scared, and may be preparing to make big."

Hearing this, Lin Yu stopped the movement of the document, and turned his right hand constantly, and his face was clear.

With the virtue of the Vietnamese people, even if the stick hit his head, his head was not smashed, and he was not scared.

Unless the brain was smashed by a stick and smashed all the brains, they would be afraid.

Now, there is no stick in Luo Ping's hands. This group of people ran away first. It can only explain one thing.

Stopped the pen to turn the pen, he raised his head, and once again instructed Qian Duo:

"Contact Luo Ping and tell him, don't be slack, the Vietnamese people may be big."

"Also, I asked you to ask the shipyard, did you ask?"

Qian a little bit of head: "Ask, that electronic reconnaissance ship can be watered at the end of November."

"Two missile destroyers can be launched in December."

"I have arranged a professional water army here to let the Internet in Vietnam and the Philippines crazy to promote it."

After getting accurate time, Lin Yu waved gently to let Qian Duoduo go first.

When the door of the office was closed, he put his attention back to the documents in front of him, grabbed the pen, and read it page by page.

It took a few hours to finally read all the files in your hand.

Sort out the files into the door, look up at the alarm clock on the wall, 11:34 noon.

Touch the fish, then prepare to get off work.

Open a computer dedicated to climbing the outer network and modify the IP address into Vietnam. He began to go crazy on the Vietnamese forum to find the music that can be seen.

In 2005, the Internet of Vietnam had just started construction. There were not many places that netizens could go. Except for local online forums, they could only go to Twitter.

Perhaps it is the reason for the cost of network construction. On these online forums, the main communication language is still English.

A meal on these online forums, Lin Yu easily found the news that Liancheng Shipyard had a new ship.

Below these news, he also saw the Vietnamese comments.

[Two ships of more than 10,000 tons are not a big deal. .

[That's it! .

[Waiting for two years, we can also create the same boat in Vietnam! .

[They built more than 10,000 tons of boats, and we made 30,000 tons of boats. .

[We want to build an aircraft carrier! We want to use our own aircraft carrier fleet to defend our territorial waters. ]

Looking at these comments, Lin Yu also registered an account and frantically fanned the flames under these comments.

[We want to use our invincible fleet to drive America out of the Pacific Ocean and back to the Gulf of Mexico! ]

[We want to completely destroy America's fleet at sea! ]

[We want to let the Americans know that we were able to drive them away in the past and we can also kill them in the future. ]

The more comments he made, the more skilled he became in fanning the flames.

He sat in his office fanning the flames, and Luo Ping, thousands of miles away in Cambodia, was also fanning the flames.

Bai Ma.

It is the outlet of the canal and also a good port.

The distance from this port to the Vietnamese border.

The straight-line distance is less than 20 kilometers, and the distance to the nearest Vietnamese town is less than 20 kilometers at most.

And on this large piece of land, there are also a large number of Cambodians who are close to Vietnam.

Therefore, with the help of these Cambodians who are close to Vietnam, the Cambodians who speak Vietnamese can easily cross the border between the two countries and easily reach the canal construction site, blocking the construction site and hindering the construction.

Watching these people sitting aimlessly on the ground and watching those people making noises nearby, Luo Ping felt very boring.

He hung the explosion-proof shield in his hand on his back, and hung the hollow aluminum alloy explosion-proof stick under the explosion-proof shield. Then he walked to the Cambodians who spoke Vietnamese, raised his hand and pointed at the large machinery next to him, and whispered in fluent Vietnamese:

"It's useless for you to hit people. If you hit people, they will replace them and continue the construction tomorrow."

"And if these workers are hit by you, they can still get some subsidies, lie in bed, or lie in a comfortable place, watching you bask in the sun here, watching you make noise here."

"If you really want to protest, you really don't want to repair this river."

"Look far away!" He raised his hand and kept The board houses in the distance, when the people next to him looked in the direction of his hand, he continued:

"Burn the houses! Burn all these board houses. Only when they see fire will these workers be afraid."

"Burn the houses is not enough. Do you see these large machines?"

"One machine costs five or six million. You can smash it, dismantle it, take the parts back, and sell them to people who know the goods."

"You can sell them and hinder the construction at the same time. This is a win-win situation."

"Do you understand? There is no use sitting here and crying!"

Under his caring consolation, the people who were originally sitting on the ground and crying slowly stood up and walked slowly towards the excavators and trucks next to them.

There are also board houses in the distance.

As they walked, they took out the tools they could, ready to use these tools to dismantle these things.

As they moved forward, they didn't notice that Luo Ping had taken the shield in his hand.

And the defense company staff who wore the same uniform as him also made the same move.

Finally, a very strong man in the crowd saw a barrel of gasoline next to the vehicle.

He opened the gasoline barrel without hesitation and poured gasoline on the car.

When he took out the lighter.

The stick hit his head accurately.

Six sticks in one second!