Chapter 533: : calling
Ni Kun's Poor B incident made Tang Dao feel a little heartwarming, and he had no other thoughts. After all, coming to Thailand is to travel and relax. We have been together for a long time in the world of whites and blacks. When you see the common When I was a person with a skin color, my heart was still quite excited, and the spirit naturally relaxed.
When traveling with money, you never need to make a guide. You can go wherever you go. He went to almost all the scenic spots in Bangkok, such as the Erawan Buddha, the Grand Palace, the Chao Phraya River, etc., which make people linger and forget to return.
After spending four days in Bangkok, Tang Dao was quite satisfied. When he came out of the special restaurant, he even praised, "The taste here is good. Next time the employees have recuperation, they can come here."
Tang Dao is in a good mood. Thai food is closer to the public, because this is a tourist attraction with fixed local tastes, but not many people are willing to patronize. In order to make money, what tradition has long been thrown to Java.
The little angel beside him also looked relaxed, and said with a smile, "They will definitely be very happy to hear the news."
This specialty restaurant is not cheap, the minimum consumption is 15,000 baht, which ordinary people can't afford, of course, because of the price,
"You will go back and find out with Mister later. If Umbrella's business in Africa is affected by Ebola, then it is appropriate to allow employees to go abroad for recuperation during this period and stagger the time."
Once Ebola is over, there is no time to waste.
Tang Dao called this: time management.
"OK."
As soon as he walked out, the bodyguard parked the car at the door, and the doorman trotted over to pull the door with a smile on his face, "Welcome next time."
Tang Dao also nodded. Just as he was about to get in, he heard the sound of an engine roaring. Is there someone racing in the downtown area? Subconsciously, I raised my head and glanced. Two locomotives roared and rushed forward. This street is one of the busiest main streets in Bangkok. There are many people around, most of them are tourists. Those walking in the middle of the road quickly get out of the way. , swearing, while the pedestrians walking on both sides kept exclaiming.
There are still many people watching the excitement.
Tang Dao frowned, he didn't like this kind of rude show off!
But no matter what happened to him, out of sight and out of mind, he got into the car, and the little angel next to him also took a look, and was just about to follow, when one of the locomotives suddenly stopped on the spot, the beautiful one Elegant, stopped steadily at a distance of about 8.9 meters, wearing a helmet, unable to see his face, stepped on the ground, took out a P14 pistol from his clothes, and put a silencer on it, pointed at the Tang Dao company in the car Fire a few shots.
The first shot shattered the glass, and the subsequent bullets went nowhere.
And the people on the other locomotive galloped over, took out a grenade, pulled the safety, threw it towards the little angel and the others, and then ran away...
When the other party stopped, the bodyguards realized that something was wrong. After the gunshot, the little angel immediately grabbed Tang Dao's arm, regardless of whether it would be injured, and pulled it down abruptly. It was still not stable, and there was a bang !
The entrance of the restaurant was blasted, and the single piece flew violently, completely disfiguring Cadillac.
These few times, Tang Dao was stunned, his brain was buzzing, and when he regained consciousness, his whole body was in great pain, and blood flowed down his brain, and the little angel lying on his body was also uncomfortable, covered in blood, Tang Dao hurriedly pushed him a few times, shouted and groped, but he was not shot, it should be a skin trauma.
"Protect the boss! Enter the restaurant!"
I don't know that the bodyguard yelled, and the inner guard shrank back to the restaurant with Tang Dao. They didn't bring weapons at all. Who would have thought that there would be a shooting on the lively street? I can only shrink my head and hide.
The whole street was in chaos, everyone was screaming, crying, injured people begging for help, it was a mess.
Seeing Tang Dao retracted into the dining room under the protection of bodyguards, the gunman hesitated for a moment, and then walked away. He couldn't keep it, and he would be finished if he was caught.
"Boss, are you okay?" The bodyguard asked nervously when he saw that Tang Dao was covered in blood.
Tang Dao shook his head, indicating that he was fine. He looked at the bodyguards, they were all in a panic, and there were three people missing, and they were lying outside. The grenade fell, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. He was still a little frightened and almost died himself. , "Call the police!"
A bodyguard nodded hurriedly and rushed to the front desk. There were two girls hiding under the counter, trembling. Seeing someone rushing over, one of them screamed, "Don't make noise! Make more noise, I'll give you..." The bodyguard impatiently Roared, it doesn't matter if the other party is a woman or not, huh, a woman? Can this thing be eaten?
As soon as he dialed this number, an alarm bell rang outside.
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Sompashan is like scolding his mother now, sure enough, this damned **** will do no good!
The people he arranged kept staring at Tang Dao, and naturally saw the whole shooting process. It was "blood boiling", but then he felt cold all over the body. This street is mostly foreign tourists, and this matter must not be controlled. , It will definitely be famous all over the world, and it will even become a diplomatic incident. I quickly reported this incident. When Song Phrasan heard the news, he was about to go to eat, and he brought people out on the spot. What else to eat? Okay, let's go eat **** together!
In addition to people from the intelligence department, there are of course patrols and a special criminal department. A large group of people blocked the entire restaurant and half of the street. The injured were sent to the hospital and the dead to the funeral parlor. sequence.
When Sompashan led people into the restaurant, he happened to see several patrol officers asking what happened, while Tang Dao was sitting beside him, smoking a cigarette, and a nurse was cleaning his wound beside him.
Song Phrashan was upset when he saw this face, and walked over to block Tang Dao's sunlight like this.
The latter frowned, looked up and saw that it was Sompa Shan, but did not say anything, squinted, smoking a cigarette.
"Do you want to give me an explanation, Mr. Nicholas." Sompa Shan said in a deep voice.
"I'm the victim. If you don't look for the murderer at this time, are you coming to ask me? Or, you have already caught the murderer?" Tang Dao didn't fear him, and went straight to him.
Sompa Shan's face darkened, "I will catch them sooner or later, but you have to give an explanation."
"Explain? Explain why I was shot? Or explain why I'm here?" Tang Dao said instead. Then he threw the cigarette **** on the ground, "Are you asking me these? Or is your intelligence department enough rubbish?"
"What did you say, say it again."
Song Pashan could still hold back, the subordinates behind him kept silent, went up and grabbed Tang Dao by the collar~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and pressed it on the sofa, Tang Dao waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards not to come over, and pointed at the subordinates Said, "Sir, my custom-made suit, $7,000, is wrinkled, and you will pay me for it."
"Uh…"
The 7,000 US dollars made the subordinate let go of his hand, and he was a little scared. He looked at Song Phrasan and the other party nodded, so he let go of his hand unwillingly.
"If you don't have money, don't lose your temper. My lawyer will look for you today."
Tang Dao was very calm, stood up, and was about to leave. He stopped beside Song Phrashan and said, "I will solve this matter myself."
After finishing speaking, he left the restaurant with the bodyguards. The injured had been sent to the hospital, and two of the bodyguards died.
As soon as he turned around, Tang Dao's face darkened, and he stood at the door with his pockets in his pocket.
"Call someone, dare to touch me!"
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