Dragoon fighter

Chapter 344 - A small note

It's a pity that the buffalo has completely made no sound, not even the ups and downs of its body. It seems to be completely dead. Puzana checked it up and down. There was only a very clear fist hard, and there was no big one. caliber sniper round traces. "Please familiarize yourself with the domain name"

It’s really unimaginable that one can knock down a strong mad cow with his left fist. Is this still a human being? Puzana, who witnessed all this, looked at Lin Mo and his eyes changed. Are the Chinese planning to attack Thailand? Even such a terrible guy was released.

Lin Mo smiled at the Thai agent who rushed over, took out a note and handed it to Puzana.

A note with "Thank you!" was exchanged for a more sincere smile from the Thai agent. Faced with such a strong man, Puzana felt flattered.

"Ah, ah! My cow!"

A figure stumbled over from the street, pounced on the dead cow and howled loudly. The clothes on his body were a little ragged and there were some skin injuries. He seemed to be crying extremely sadly. He looked like the owner of the buffalo.

Paitun thought that today must be his disaster day, so he drove his buffalo to an arranged family to plow the fields. As the world's largest rice exporter, farmers in Thailand had to find the buffalo again in order to reduce costs. This gave Pai Tong an extra income.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked into an alley, the buffalo seemed to be attacked or frightened by something. He went crazy on the spot, threw off the reins, knocked away his master, and started running rampant in the street.

Unexpectedly, before he had rushed a few dozen meters away, he heard a muffled sound, and saw the cow's hooves turning up in the distance, and the ground trembled for a while. Then when he came over to look, he found that his buffalo had been lying down on the ground. There was a death cry on the ground. He couldn't believe it was true, but the mess on the street was caused by his own buffalo. God, what on earth happened?

"Hey! Who are you? Get out of here right now!"

A black gun was pointed at Paitun, and the gunman's tone was very unkind.

For a stranger to suddenly jump on the cow, it may pose a threat to the central government official, which made Puzana have to be extremely alert.

Today was unlucky enough. Accidents kept happening. If it happened again, he might not even be able to keep his job. Puzana did his best as a plainclothes bodyguard, pointed his gun at the buffalo owner, shouted loudly, and made a show of threatening After kicking him, Lin Mo suddenly stopped him. starter

Instead, Lin Mo handed over a note to the owner of the cow who was crying on the cow as usual.

When Paitun was wiping his tears, he was scared out of his wits by Puzana's pistol, but a piece of paper suddenly handed over made him stop crying, wiped his eyes, and took it with trembling hands. Come over and take a closer look.

"How much does this cost?"

How much does it cost? What does this mean?

He raised his head and looked at Lin Mo. The man who seemed to be a tourist had a smile on his face and nodded towards him.

Paitun lowered his head again, looked at the note in front of him, and suddenly realized something in his mind. He immediately understood what the other party meant. He burst into laughter on the spot, showing an expression of uncontrollable joy, and looked at Lin Mo. With a little force, he started to say wow wow, and stretched out three fingers to make a "three" gesture.

three? How much is three? Three hundred or three thousand baht?

Lin Mo tilted his head, but still didn't understand. He simply took out all the Thai baht he had and stuffed it into the cow owner's hand. Anyway, he exchanged a lot of it, including a lot of large bills in denominations of 1,000 yuan. It’s enough to eat in the best restaurants and stay in the most upscale hotels.

The overjoyed cow owner Pai Tun, under the strange gaze of the Thai agent, boldly took the money, sorted them one by one, ignored the muzzle of the gun, and counted them openly.

Even if he had to take bullets, he had to keep his family fed. The livelihood of his family allowed Paitun to overcome his fear of facing a gun.

Maybe the notes Lin Mo sent over were enough, so the owner of the cow actually returned a lot to Lin Mo with a clear conscience. At the same time, he indicated that the amount he had accepted was about 30,000 baht, equivalent to 6,000 yuan in RMB.

The fact that a dead buffalo could be sold at such a price was enough to make Paitun secretly happy. He stood up and rolled his eyes at the bad guy with the gun pointed at him. He nodded and bowed to Lin Mo a few times before Shi Shiran turned and left. , a blessing in disguise, how could you know it was not a blessing.

Lehehe hadn't gone very far when a bitter expression appeared on his face, and the hand holding the money was shaking. Damn it, that buffalo was in trouble, and the victims were all targeting him. He thought he could do it again when he turned around. I bought two calves to raise, but now I have to pay for them. I don’t know how much I will have left. If I had known, I should have asked for more.

Paitun seemed to have fallen from heaven to hell all of a sudden. Not only did he have to pay compensation, he also had to take his family to the temple to pray for the injured.

It is true that blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come singly. As for how the cattle owner cleans up the mess on the street, it has nothing to do with Lin Mo.

He held his chin and continued to bite the grilled squid as if nothing had happened. Lin Mo smiled at Puzana, shrugged, pointed to the dead buffalo on the ground, and then made a phone call. gesture.

Lin Mo was not a professional on what to do with this dead cow. This guy had always cared about killing and not burying it. Maybe it would be good to hand it over to the people in the cafeteria to have a whole cow feast at night.

People who can be agents are not stupid. Puzana immediately understood what Lin Mo meant, took out his mobile phone and made a call. Sure enough, after a while, he saw a Chinese-made Jiangling Baodian pickup truck driving into the street.

Having already finished eating the grilled squid in his hand, Lin Mo threw the buffalo into the pickup truck as if he was carrying a sack. His strength was so powerful that the onlookers were stunned.

With my mobile phone, Puzana found someone who knew Chinese. While listening to the person in the earphones teaching pronunciation word by word on the spot, he learned what he was learning and then sold it like a parrot. He still liked to do it himself and never let others overtake him. Damn it, if you let others do everything, then why should you receive this salary?

"ok!"

Lin Mo made a gesture. The rest had all died anyway, and buffaloes and the like were nothing at all. They were not even much higher than a chicken.

Even Lin Mo couldn't count the number of humans who died in Lin Mo's hands.

In the eyes of others, Lin Mo's actions were so thick that they were as thick as steel bars, but he could kill a large buffalo weighing almost a ton with one fist. Anyone would have to worry about whether his small body was strong enough. Up and down.

As Lin Mo left, there were suddenly fewer foreign tourists on the street.

"Hansen, this guy is definitely our target. He looks like a Marine?"

In a corner of the street, several white people carrying travel backpacks, holding a hiking pole in their hands, and wearing mesh non-slip and wear-resistant outdoor sports shoes were drinking drinks and seemed to be resting and chatting, while quietly looking at Lin Mo. The back figure who still left unhurriedly.

"Okinets, don't underestimate him. After all, this man is from China's 'Dark Night' army, 'Dark Night'."

The white man with a scorched yellow beard and a fat belly flashed his eyes from time to time. He couldn't help but say "dark night" again. He seemed to be interested in this Chinese army that was unknown to the outside world. A certain understanding.

"Is 'Dark Night' really that powerful? Is it more powerful than our 'Alpha' and 'Signal Flag'?" A young white man named Okinets, whose dark yellow hair was shaved to only stubble, was taken by the tropical The sun makes the skin turn pink.

"'Alfa' and 'Signal Flag' are both action units put out by the General Intelligence Bureau to attract outsiders, while 'Dark Night' is China's secret force hidden under the official cover. There is no comparison between the two. Don't look at 'Alfa' In the eyes of outsiders, each one of them is more capable than the other, but if you encounter someone from Dark Night, unless you encounter our GRU, you may not be able to defeat one of the ten. "

Hansen, who had a brown beard and a big beard, let out a hey and continued to stand where he was. He had no intention of continuing to follow Lin Mo. The buffalo just now had exposed several special operations personnel from other organizations who had accidentally exposed their weapons, causing a stir. Attention Thai people, I believe that if you continue to follow and observe rashly at this time, it is likely to cause unnecessary trouble.

"How is this possible? Are all of them Terminators?" Okinets spread his hands, as if he didn't believe it. Hansen's words were beyond his expectations.

"Haha, isn't that right?" Another white man with long white and yellow hair pointed to the place where the big buffalo once lay on the street. There was already a slightly concave mark on the ground, exuding a strong fishy smell. The aura of cow blood accumulated into a large pool of wet traces, and dark red blood stains could be seen in the recesses of the stone slab.

Under the scorching sun, the smell of blood in the air became thicker and thicker, attracting flies to hover around the blood stains. Order gradually began to return to the streets. The unlucky cattle owners were surrounded by victims and asked to pay one by one.

Those who received compensation, whether it was more or less, enough or not enough, all left with smiles on their faces.

The injured were taken to the nearest clinic for treatment with help from others.

The miserable owner of the cow was left staring at a few lonely coins in his hand with wide eyes, crying without tears. The remaining money was not enough to buy a piece of steak, let alone a calf. I no longer have the energy to cry.

If some kind person hadn't prevented this tragedy from happening and compensated him with money, he wouldn't have known what to do.

ps: Collect monthly tickets like crazy. Collect rewards like crazy, don’t stop giving rewards every day.

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