Buck is indeed very brave. In broad daylight, he actually walked into Maisle Street with the hyena.

It is really because the sv99 of the short pestle is not a sniper rifle that is good at shooting from a long distance. Hyenas cannot even provide sniper support to Buck at a distance of more than three or five hundred meters. The effective range of this special sniper rifle is only 100 meters!

That is, it is similar to the general air rifle.

Hyenas and Buck, who are similar in figure to Buck, carry the hiking backpacks that tourists often carry. They walk slowly from the side of the road, drive into the street alone and park it before meeting them. The Amman bag is much smaller. While walking, they recite the introductions of attractions in Thai and simple English in more exaggeratedly in Thai and simple English. Buck and Hyena occasionally respond in English. The baseball cap and hiking sunglasses make the three of them hide their appearance deeper.

Although you still have to walk across the entire street to see the target have entered the teahouse, of course the function of surveillance of the terrain is to survey the terrain. For emergencies that may be encountered, as long as you understand the environment, you can always avoid burying your head into a dead end, right?

So sometimes being careful on the battlefield is the biggest way for scouts to save their lives.

For the purpose of not alerting the enemy, Buck did not intend to break into Zhongyitang, so if you can catch the old Song alone, Buck could achieve his goal quickly. It was that simple.

The tour guide was in front and the tourists were behind. The three of them slowly approached the black two-story tea shop at the end of the street in an equilateral triangle formation. Last time, Buck entered here in the evening and rushed to the night. Now in the morning, the mountains were mist, the air was moist, and the fresh and beautiful green could be seen everywhere. The streets were not as wide as small towns in China. The eaves of many roadside buildings even used dry tropical dead leaves to make thatched huts. It was very friendly. If it weren't for the Thai language flashing everywhere, combined with the Chinese faces everywhere, I really thought it was in a small place in China, but it was also a relatively backward type.

There is a reason why Buck chose to come in early in the morning. Most places that engage in pornography, gambling and drugs like to make noise until late at night, so the morning is when most people are still sleeping. I thought I would have to observe for a long time before I could wait for the right goal, but I didn’t expect to find out so quickly.

After pretending to look around at the door of the tea restaurant, the three of them walked in with a hungry attitude. Even if they had met the old Song, Buck was not afraid. The possibility of such a terrifying glance from the rain of bullets was too small to remember the appearance.

There were five or six tables on the first floor. The bored boss sat at the counter yawning, and was careless to the three customers who walked in: "Drink tea or visit and buy things?" Buck then noticed that the tables outside the door that extended to the inside against the wall were filled with various souvenirs, many of which were painted with the Republic of China style with the blue sky and white sun flag badges. It was probably a bit attractive to tourists from the mainland.

He made a drink of water. Amman, who couldn't understand Chinese, came forward to communicate in Thai. The boss there changed to Thai. Buck and Hyena exchanged glances. The blonde guy pretended to be tired and rubbed his forehead with sweat that he had no sweat at all. Put down his backpack and pulled a bench and leaned against the door.

Keep the wind on your guard.

Buck, who also untied the big mountaineering bag, said in Russian, and I went up to see the scenery and walked up the stairs made of wooden boards, but it felt uncomfortable. This came from the other three men sitting at the table on the first floor store. They were dressed up by tourists, had the same non-Chinese face, but they were also absent-minded to drink tea. The most important thing was to keep your eyes on Buck and the other two. The feeling of suspicion and vigilance almost made Buck decide to retreat and take another move.

But seeing that there were no one on the other tables, the three of them were sitting there empty-handedly. Buck was not so timid that he ran away like this. Stabilize his steps and try to walk up as easily as possible. Two turns of seventeen steps. Perhaps the wooden structure caused the number of steps one step less than the common one-story and eighteen steps in the mainland. Buck used the details of this decoration designer to distract himself from his slightly tight attention. His fingers rubbed over the polished wooden railings. He saw Amman on the first floor nodding and bowing, holding two cups of tea from the boss's counter to deliver it to the hyena, and then squatted at the door to smoke a cigarette, just like the common movements of a Phuket man, which made the boss look at it with contempt and dozing off.

The wind in the mountains blew in from the open wooden window in the morning. When Buck came up, he saw the old Song sitting next to the window near the street. There was a man sitting opposite the black and mottled tea table. There was no one else except that. Because the distance was quite far, he found that the old Song walked into the teahouse. The three of them didn't even eat breakfast. They quickly packed up their things and rushed down the mountain. So they did not notice the situation where others came in. But the warning signs that Buck had just continued became stronger and stronger, because the man opposite Lao Song looked exactly the same as the three men below!

Thick eyebrows, little hum, black hair... What flashed through Buck's mind was a country like Turks or Kazakhstan, and it would definitely not be Chinese or foreigners in Canada.

Both of them must have turned their eyes, and Buck stood as if nothing had happened, by the window facing the distant mountain, squeaking down the stairs in Russian: "Brother, it's much cooler, come and sit on it!"

Under the sunglasses, I silently observed that foreign man had no reaction to this sentence. This was not the response that the former Soviet countries should have. Russian is a common language in that area, just as most countries can communicate with English words.

The hyena smiled and climbed up with her long mountaineering bag, casually looking at the view behind the teahouse, and took out a cell phone to take a photo.

The blonde and blue-eyed European and American appearance quickly made the two people upstairs relax their attention, but they both tacitly drank tea and didn't speak. They occasionally circled their eyes on Buck and the others, thinking that their disturbing expressions were not hidden at all.

Buck hesitated for two seconds and chose to go downstairs. It was obvious that these two men were in the same group as the three people downstairs. Now that they wanted to kidnap Lao Song, they had to fight all the way out, and they would probably have to face four or five people.

It didn't match his plan, Buck smiled and hyena with his back against the distant ridge, pointing at the ridge. In the more remote Ukrainian language, it also had a Kharkiv accent: "It's better to go and wait for the opportunity to be alone..."

The hyena's fingers on the trigger in her backpack were released, and she came to see two more photos of the two taking selfies, and went down with Buck. The moment she was going downstairs, she heard Lao Song speak in Mandarin: "Buy this...it's not impossible..."

There was no reason to pause, and the other party could not be alert. Buck only heard this beginning and walked down. As the three young men were staring at each other, he calmly went to the door. Amman, who was not very good at controlling the nervous expression, was smoking, and he could only smile and hold up the teacup and hand it to Buck. He had always been very awe of Buck, who had pinched the young master to death in front of him and forced him to shoot and kill the master.

Buck was sitting at the door holding a teacup, and then wait a little longer. The hyena was already bowing to the table outside the door to check the souvenirs.

He is already very familiar with Buck's acting, and his mission is to block the entire street with the short rifle with extremely short range but extremely high accuracy!

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Chapter completed!