the world is at stake

The dead bodies were thrown into the sea and drowned as tourists.Every time something like this happens, the body is quickly cremated.The island police took the money and would help issue a death certificate. "

Two Taiwanese scam bosses drink beer and have fun.

Who can know their conscienceless evil deeds behind their backs.Every year in the mainland there are people who are defrauded and go bankrupt or even commit suicide. This account has to be settled carefully.

Zhou Qingfeng scratched his scalp lightly, using this action to relieve the anger in his heart.The tour guide girl huddled in his arms could feel the muscles of the man under her gradually tense, his chest bulge, and his heart beating.

After a while, the girl felt that the man's anger was under control and gradually calmed down."Would you report these things?" she asked in a low voice.

Zhou Qingfeng closed his eyes slightly, and asked back: "Why did you choose to tell me this? Your father is a policeman here, shouldn't you cover these people?"

The girl from the tour guide lowered her head, "My father is an ordinary policeman, and he does accept black money from these scammers. But if he doesn't accept it, he will lose his job at least, or his life at worst.

Thailand is a mixture of prosperity and poverty. Foreigners regard it as a paradise, but the poor live here as if they are living in hell.I don't want this kind of thing to last forever. "

She is still a very innocent and kind girl, it is very good to be able to do this step.Zhou Qingfeng patted the girl on the head, and then took her to the tourist shop on the island to give her a reward—buy an iPhone for her.

Girls are naturally happy when they receive gifts.But she asked doubtfully, "Sir, are you leaving here?"

"You've given me enough news material. I should write a story and let the world know how wrong it is to be a fraudster and an accomplice.

I like a person when I write a report, so I am very grateful for your company these days.By the way, you said that you still want to study further, you can try to apply to the "Shengguang Technical School" in mainland China.

As long as you can pass the HSK-[-], you should be able to get a certain scholarship.I wish you success in your studies and a happy life in the future. "

Zhou Qingfeng paid for an unregistered debit card in the name of 'information consultation fee', waved his hand and drove away in the rented car.The tour guide girl looked at the card in her hand, and went to the local Bank of China, which supports overseas business, to inquire for a long time.

Inside is 100 million RMB.

The money was neither too much nor too little, enough to make the girl scream.She suddenly wondered if she had really met some legendary maverick figure.

Zhou Qingfeng, who drove away, whistled and walked along the island's coastal road.About half an hour later, he arrived at the Patong District Police Station in Phuket.

People flowed in and out at the gate of the police station, some came to report the crime, some came to ask for help, and some policemen laughed and didn't know what to do.A red 'Ferrari' was parked in the most conspicuous position of the police station parking lot.

Zhou Qingfeng put on his straw hat and the sunshade sunglasses he bought along the way, and walked into the gate of the police station carelessly.

As a tourist attraction, the service attitude is better after all.

At the gate of the police station, a young and beautiful policewoman stepped forward, shouted 'Sawadika', and asked Zhou Qingfeng in English if he needed help.

"I'm looking for your bureau chief, what is his name Kabbazila..." Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head, but couldn't recall that awkward name.

The pretty policewoman smiled and asked, "Do you have an appointment?"

"No." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head.

"If there is no appointment..."

Before the policewoman finished speaking, Zhou Qingfeng glanced at a Thai policeman passing by.He remembered that this face should be the escorting military police who drove a 'Mercedes-Benz' and followed the corrupt chief not long ago.

The military police didn't pay attention to the foreign tourists who were wearing big pants, flip flops, straw hats and sunglasses, and just wanted to pass by.But before he could leave, he was grabbed by the shoulders, and his body weighing more than 100 kilograms was dragged by force.

The security guard immediately became furious and cursed in Thai, which shocked everyone in the police station hall to look sideways.Zhou Qingfeng asked calmly, "Where is your chief? You sent him back just now."

The guards and police officers were still cursing while calling other companions.The welcoming policewoman is also persuading tourists to calm down and refrain from provocative behavior.

"I heard that you can sell a life for five thousand dollars here. I don't charge money and provide killing services for free."

Zhou Qingfeng let out a low sigh, and took off the revolver and the belt with the quick loader from the waists of the guards and policemen.

The safety is dialed, the muzzle is lifted slightly, and the trigger is pulled.

Bang... The security guard was shot in the forehead, and blood flew flying.

The moment the gunshots sounded, the police station was still stunned.Zhou Qingfeng had no expression on his face, his hands were like phantoms, and he continuously positioned and aimed at multiple targets he had identified in the hall of the police station.

Bang... The second shot hit a middle-aged policeman who was handling visa affairs with European and American tourists with a smile on his face.

Bang... The third shot hit the policeman standing with his hips akimbo at the entrance of the stairs in the hall, with a ferocious expression and a baton hanging from his waist.

Bang... The fourth shot hits a civilian passing by wearing a superintendent's armband and holding a file bag.

Bang bang... The fifth and sixth shots hit two Phuket patrol officers in short-sleeved uniforms who had just entered the hall.

Six gunshots were fired in a row, which sounded like popping beans.Those who were shot were all injured to the head and face, and all were killed by a single shot.Zhou Qingfeng's muzzle was extremely decisive, calm and deadly.

The welcoming policewoman held her head and screamed, turned and fled.The hall of the police station was in chaos like a frying pan. Countless people bowed their necks and bowed their heads, or crawled or crawled, each looking for cover.Panicked people abound, running around, stumbling and rolling.

The police in several countries in Southeast Asia are similar to bandits.

Zhou Qingfeng has been in Phuket Island for several days, and even wandered back and forth in Patong area.The military and police scandals he has seen and heard are countless, and the description of the tour guide girl is just in case.

The six people who were killed all had their own evil deeds.For example, Zhou Qingfeng passed by the fraudulent 'call center' office building, and saw two patrolmen giggling and collecting head fees inside.

Since I bumped into a wave and took it away.

Zhou Qingfeng bypassed the counter in the lobby of the police station and headed straight for the second floor.With a light flick of the police revolver in his hand, the cylinder came loose, and six hot bullet casings clanged to the ground.

The quickloader stuffed another six rounds in and swung it back.

The sound of footsteps came from the second floor. Zhou Qingfeng, who had reached the stairs, stopped for a while and turned to the side of the stairs.Three military policemen with long guns rushed down and asked the hall what happened.

Before the three soldiers and police officers could figure out the situation, Zhou Qingfeng fired two shots at the last man's thigh—when the gunshots sounded, this man screamed and knelt down on one knee.

The two spearmen in front of the police heard the gunshots and screams coming from behind, and they were scared out of their wits.The two of them didn't even have the intention to turn around, they all fell to the ground, thinking of rolling to avoid it.

It's just that the two fell back and forth, one pressing down on the other, unable to roll even if they wanted to.When they turned around again, Zhou Qingfeng easily emptied the bullet nest, crippling their hands and feet.

"Where is your chief?" Zhou Qingfeng picked up the dropped M4 carbine and magazine, kicked away the remaining firearms, and pointed the gun at the fallen military police.

The three of them were in pain and panic, and were so frightened that they could speak incoherently.They were chattering in Thai, and it took a long time to reply to a few incoherent English words.

Zhou Qingfeng was very helpless, he grabbed someone and shouted and asked a few words before he figured out where the office of the bureau chief with the awkward name was.He turned his gun up and stepped up to the second floor.

The second floor is the offices of different departments of the police station, and all the doors are closed.Behind the door, there was a movement of a table and cabinet being overturned and being pushed to block the door.

Zhou Qingfeng heard dry breathing from the corner of the corridor, he swung the M4 in his hand, and then asked loudly, "Throw the gun out, and get the hell out of here."

The debris hit by the bullets flew around the corner of the wall, confusing people's eyes.

The military police hiding behind did not roll, let alone throw their guns, but took a few steps back panting.But they didn't leave, and the muzzle of an M4 protruded from the corner of the wall, and fired a long burst quickly.

After the sudden shooting, blood spattered, and the walls and ceiling were covered with shocking red spots.The military police hiding around the corner were shot dead on the spot.

Zhou Qingfeng replaced himself with a full magazine, and briskly ran from the stairs to the end of the corridor on the second floor with the gun in hand.A double door reveals the style of the director's office.

A dozen rounds of .223 bullets easily penetrated the door lock, and the heavy door was kicked open.Behind the gate is the secretary's room. The beautiful female secretary is lying on the carpet and shivering non-stop, with her eyes closed and tears in the corners of her eyes.

There was no outsider behind the door, and the director never thought that anyone would dare to storm his office.

Zhou Qingfeng ignored the female secretary, walked forward with a gun, walked through the open living room, and kicked open a closed door. Inside was a luxurious large office with an area of ​​over [-] square meters.

There is a portrait of the emperor hanging on the front of the office, a gorgeous chandelier on the top, honor albums at the four corners, and precious decorations such as swords and vases.

The local police chief who I had met by the beach had changed into the uniform of the chief sheriff, and was sitting behind a large desk with staring eyes.He seemed to want to scold the visitor angrily, but he couldn't speak at the gunpoint.

"Are you Kapengchapa Wajijilong?" Zhou Qingfeng recalled the other party's name, thought for a while and shook his head, "No, you are Pakachapon Jiyawalong?"

The director behind the desk had a livid face, his chest heaved, he was startled and angry, he clenched his teeth and said, "Who told you to kill me? I'll pay double."

"I'm sorry... I'm afraid you won't be able to pay my commission. Besides, I really can't remember your name." Zhou Qingfeng sighed, "But it doesn't matter, it's all the same anyway. You should die."

Chug Chug...Three bursts of headshots.

Chapter 49 The villain

When Zhou Qingfeng went to trouble the military and police in Phuket Island, Marco Shi was frowning in his congressional office.He just hung up the phone with 'old woman' Ryan, and the two sides discussed the security budget.

There are actually two roads to law and order.

Either the society is highly restricted and the flow of people is not large.For example, the "Lu Yin" in the Ming Dynasty, or the "Letter of Introduction" in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China.When the social management ability is poor, so do it.

But it is impossible for a democratic and free America to engage in social imprisonment.Marco soon found that if he wanted to turn the improvement of law and order from potential into reality, he had to learn the second way of Northern Europe and spend money.

Once talking about money, it hurts feelings.

The "anti-drug" campaign carried out by Marco was very vigorous, and for a small amount of money, a large number of drug dealers were arrested in several cities with poor law and order.But to enforce law and order across the United States - any calculation can kill people.

It's impossible to get Congress to appropriate trillions of dollars.

It's just that no matter how you do the calculations, the amount of money to be spent is astronomical for the current population of nearly [-] million in the United States - the 'Brotherhood' has to consume most of its assets.

"Is there any simple and money-saving way?" Marco Shi experienced the pain of "a penny can't beat a hero". The American family has a big business, but it also costs a lot of money.

As confidantes in the organization, O'Sullivan and Thomas looked at each other and came up with an idea - to build more private prisons and allow forced labor on the bottom population.

Thomas spread his hands, "The policy of 'Tail Fun' has been implemented for many years. But the losers at the bottom are not satisfied with that little bit of eating, drinking and having fun, and they will always make troubles.

If there are ten years, we can still learn from Trump's "return of manufacturing industry" and stabilize society by increasing employment.But the easiest way to do it within a year is to rebuild a batch of prisons.

If you think the word 'prison' is too harsh, you can change it to 'church farm'. "

"Church Farm" is a major feature of the United States - the church came forward to accommodate a large number of social scum.Like parolees, addicts, bankrupts, homeless.

These people were taken in to work on farms and lived a low-level and low-income life.This kind of organization has its existence value, it can be regarded as a 'garbage collection station'.

But 'social rubbish' would certainly not be happy to go to work on the farm, and that would require violence.

Ma Keshi thought about it, and there was really no particularly good way, so he nodded in agreement—this is indeed a cost-effective and efficient way, almost similar to a concentration camp.

"What is our old friend doing recently?" Marco asked, "I haven't heard from him for more than a month."

O'Sullivan recalled a report provided by the CIA, "Our intelligence agents in Nay Pyi Taw provided unconfirmed news that someone had seen a guy who looked like the richest man in the world in Wa State, Myanmar."

"Myanmar?" Ma Keshi asked in surprise, "Where is that kid going?"

"It is said that the suspected 'world's richest man' smashed a nail against the wall with a head in a casino in northern Myanmar." O'Sullivan shrugged, "Don't ask me what I mean, this is the original text in the report."

Hit a nail with a human head?

Marco shrugged his mouth strangely, and couldn't imagine what kind of picture this was?But at this moment, Zhou Qingfeng was doing the same thing at the Patong District Police Station in Phuket.

It wasn't until Zhou Qingfeng killed himself on the second floor that the military police of the entire police station realized that a gun-wielding thug had come to his house and was massacring.Those who could escape fled outwards, and a small number of police officers opened the gun cabinets to distribute weapons, and called the special police team to come to support.

A shuttle took away the chief of the police station with an awkward name, and Zhou Qingfeng broke into the offices of the two deputy chiefs.One of them escaped by jumping out of the window, and the other led the police to resist.

Close-range firefights are Zhou Qingfeng's specialty.For a man with sharp eyes and ears and quick hands like him, all the Thai policemen in the police station seemed to be acting in a slow-motion movie, and they were not his opponents at all.

The deputy director who collected black money was pinned down and smashed against the king's photo frame. The nails hanging the photo frame were smashed into the wall, and the deputy director's head was also broken.

Zhou Qingfeng came in from the front door of the police station lobby, walked into the parking lot from the back door with a gun in his hand, and drove a police car away——a full half an hour after he left, the Phuket special police arrived late.

Driving around the island in a police car, Zhou Qingfeng changed the bloody clothes on his body, broke into a private house to take a shower, changed his clothes and came out of the vehicle again.

While taking a bath in the house, the local TV station was already broadcasting the news of the attack on the police station.Ambulances whine on the screen, but there are no wounded at the scene, either unscathed or shot to death.

There is an ordinary family living in the house. There are old people and children. The owner of the house probably runs a grocery store, and the living room of the house is full of scattered goods.

When Zhou Qingfeng broke in wearing sunglasses, a family of six from the grocery store was having dinner around the dining table.Seeing a bloody gunman appear, the whole family was so frightened that they didn't dare to move, let alone speak out.

But when the old man came out after changing clothes in the bathroom, the head of the family instead pointed to the TV in the corner of the dining room, and then pointed to the dining table, probably meaning that he wanted to invite this evil spirit to dinner.

Can't understand Thai, Zhou Qingfeng said thank you in English.He was not polite, leaned his short-barreled rifle to the edge of the table, picked up a bowl of rice noodles and swallowed it into his stomach.

The children in the family could speak a few words of English, so they dared to ask if Zhou Qingfeng did the case on TV?He also nodded happily and generously admitted.

With this acknowledgment, the atmosphere at the table suddenly became much lighter.The old man asked his daughter-in-law to go to the kitchen to get some food, and asked his two grandsons to run out to find out about the situation.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't stop the whole process, he ate it to his heart's content, and pointed to the bloody clothes he threw in the bathroom, telling the family to burn them as soon as possible or throw them far into the trash can.

The details of the attack on the Patong police station are being broadcast on TV, and the photos of more than a dozen dead policemen are listed one by one.Every time one is listed, all the young and old in this family are clapping their hands, happily like celebrating the New Year.Especially when the news of the chief's death came out, the whole family was overjoyed, and there was only singing and dancing to celebrate.The family kept complaining in Thai about the brutality of the military and police, wishing they were all dead.

But think about the 'Mekong River tragedy' that was instigated by senior Thai military and police officials.Thinking about how people even dared to steal the jewels of the Saudi royal family, and investigators dared to kill them, we know that there is nothing this group dare not do.

Zhou Qingfeng was full, took out a thousand dollars from his backpack and put it on the dining table, grabbed his rifle, turned around and left.From the beginning to the end, he didn't say much.

When the old man left, the whole family, young and old, mobilized and wiped all the places and utensils he had touched and passed by, and the bloody clothes left behind were burned into ashes and thrown into the trash can, and then pretended nothing happened.

Zhou Qingfeng left the house, returned to his tourist appearance, hailed a taxi and walked around the island, and then drove the car he rented with another identity back to Patong area again.

Fraud gangs choose Patong District for enjoyment.Here is the most well-developed beach in Phuket, and it is recognized as an excellent diving spot in Asia.

The streets near the beach are full of restaurants and shops, although the power poles all over the street are an eyesore.After nightfall, the streets are crowded with people, bars, dance halls, and nightclubs come one after another.

Amidst the sound of rumbling music, the streets are filled with scantily clad beauties soliciting customers, as well as strangely dressed ladyboys and tourists taking pictures.The consumption here is relatively cheap and attracts tourists from all over the world.

Zhou Qingfeng walked to the entrance of Bar Street and received a text message on his mobile phone. The intelligence agent arranged by Qin Qing pointed him to the target location.He then walks into a go-go bar.

The bar was full of people, rubbing shoulders.The music was deafening, and half-naked girls took turns standing in the center of the stage, twisting their bodies to the rhythm.

There are seats around the dimly lit dance floor, almost full.

When Zhou Qingfeng entered the door, the girl who accompanied him came up to say hello.He stuffed a handful of baht in the past, but shook his head to indicate that he didn't need an escort.His target is very clear, it is the four Taiwanese sitting in the booth on one side of the bar.

One is bare-armed and embroidered with tattoos; the other is bald and blue-skinned with a ferocious face; the other is fat and greasy with a fat smile;

Zhou Qingfeng walked over slowly and waved to the hostess beside the four of them.The four girls thought he knew the customer and got up to leave.