God's chessboard

11

The climate in Bangkok is hot and humid, and the market is crowded and crowded. The stalls are filled with colorful tropical fruits, miscellaneous daily necessities, Buddhist supplies, and some unnamed things.Wang Yao walked through the noisy market, the dazzling array of stalls was dizzying, and there were crowded people of all colors, including foreigners of different skin colors.He saw people selling complex snacks. Those foods looked weird, novel and a little dirty, which is what many tourists like to try most.Tourists usually take the snacks that have been conjured up from the black and dirty hands of the vendors, hold them up to their exaggerated and bright smiling faces, take pictures with their mobile phones and post them on social networks, and then half of the snacks will go straight in. Trash can, or go in the trash after being tasted.

A pair of male and female high school students holding ice cream squeezed past Wang Yao. Due to the narrow aisle, the girl's arm accidentally bumped into Wang Yao's body, causing the ice cream in her hand to drop.Wang Yao reacted quickly, and before he had time to think, he sideways dodged, and the ice cream directly hit the girl's clean new shoes.

"Ah! My shoes!" cried the girl.

"I'm sorry." Wang Yao hurriedly apologized.

Hearing that Wang Yao's Thai language has a foreign accent, the girl glared at him angrily: "I hate it! Why did you hit me?"

Wang Yao had no choice but to apologize again: "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Bah! Unqualified Chinese!" The girl scolded.

Wang Yao didn't want to continue entanglement, turned around and left.

But the boy grabbed Wang Yao: "Want to run? Pay me for my girl's shoes!"

Wang Yao turned his head and said, "I'm sorry, but this girl actually bumped into me. If I'm really angry, I'll pay her for cleaning her shoes."

"You want to send people away just by brushing your shoes? Do you understand the rules?" The boy forced to come forward and said, "I'm telling you: I'm a member of the underworld! Fankata is my big brother! You won't satisfy my girlfriend today Just don't even think about living!"

When Wang Yao heard this, his mind turned for a few moments. He looked up and down the boy suspiciously, sighed, and said, "I don't have any money with me, come with me to get it, and let your girlfriend go back first."

"You want to run, don't you?" The boy raised his eyebrows and yelled deliberately to scare people.

"Come with me, I won't run away." Wang Yao replied calmly.

The boy looked at his girlfriend, then stared at Wang Yao fiercely: "Don't play tricks!"

So the boy followed Wang Yao into the depths of the market, to the area where sundries and waste were piled up at the back, where the smell was very unpleasant.

Wang Yao suddenly threw the boy to the ground, and pressed his knee against the boy's chest.

The boy screamed like a pig butcher: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Killer!"

Wang Yao grabbed his throat and asked fiercely, "Where is Fanka Tower?"

The boy was strangled, unable to speak, and could only make a strange hoarse sound from the slit in his throat.

Wang Yao's pincer-like fingers relaxed a little, allowing him to make a sound: "Uh-I-I-don't-know-know-"

The boy's throat was pinched even tighter immediately, and Wang Yao approached his face fiercely: "Do you want to die?"

The boy was terrified, and his weak fingers grabbed Wang Yao's hand as if he was dying, but it was just a gnat shaking the tree.His eyes turned black, his consciousness gradually blurred, and there was nothing in his mind except the fear of death.

Suddenly, the hand that only wanted to strangle him was withdrawn, and the excessive oxygen rushed into the chest cavity, causing more severe pain than suffocation, and the boy was choked and wheezing.

Wang Yao stood up straight and said coldly: "Is it fun? Don't tell such a lie next time!"

"Yes! Yes!" The boy scrambled away.

Wang Yao has already seen that this is just a young boy who pretends to be a gangster in front of his girlfriend, but he is in a bad mood today, and he doesn't want to show mercy to someone who hits the gun.

When leaving the market, Wang Yao didn't notice a shadow behind him for a while.

When he came to the bus station, Wang Yao stood by the simple stop sign and waited. He accidentally saw a figure in the distance through the glass of the advertisement column, and he immediately realized that it was a stalker.

Wang Yao glanced left and right with small movements and saw several Chinese tourists asking a local for directions in English with a Chinese accent. He had an idea and had an idea.

At this time, a dilapidated bus came into the station, and Chinese tourists crowded forward to get on the bus.Wang Yao followed them, looking like one of the tourists.A Chinese tourist asked the conductor in poor English: "Excuse me, does this bus go to the Amphawa Floating Market?"

The conductor said coldly in Thai accent English: "No! Go down!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, Wang Yao deliberately asked in broken English with a heavy Chinese accent: "Ah? What did you say? Are you there?"

"No! No!" The conductor yelled angrily.

A group of Chinese tourists looked at each other in blank dismay, neither up nor down, stuck in the car door at a loss.

Suddenly, a more polite voice came from behind Wang Yao: "Here we are, let's get in the car." The same English with Thai accent, but much more fluent.

Wang Yao looked back, and behind him was a young Thai man wearing glasses, who was the one who had been following him.

"Thank you." Wang Yao stepped into the car quickly, and the Chinese tourists had already entered the crowded carriage in front of him.

"Why do you let the Chinese come up?" the conductor yelled at the Thai young man in Thai angrily.

The young man ignored the conductor, and found a place where he could set his feet to stop, two steps away from Wang Yao, with three people in between.Wang Yao saw him from the corner of his eye, and a lot of thoughts flashed through his mind. Now he realizes that he was probably being targeted when he started fighting in the market just now. The other party is a veteran, and Wang Yao only found out after following for a while. .From this point of view, this person is related to Fankata, maybe the Bengal tiger can be caught through this mouse, Wang Yao thought.

The bus drove to a desolate and dilapidated neighborhood, the car slammed on the brakes and stopped dangerously at the station.Wang Yao got out of the car, and the young man who was following him followed him.Now he didn't bother to hide himself, but followed behind Wang Yao blatantly.

On the empty street, there was only an old woman selling fruit with a small cart. When she saw two people approaching one after the other, she began to hiss and sell them.

Wang Yao stopped suddenly, turned around on his heels like a wolf, looked at the young man who was following him, and asked in a cold tone, "Looking for a place? Or is it here?"

The Thai young man's expression changed, he quickly grabbed a bunch of longan from the old woman's car and threw it at Wang Yao.Wang Yao dodged and rushed over, punching the opponent's face.The Thai turned his head to get out of the way, and raised his elbow to fight back.Wang Yao was almost hit, and hurriedly backed away to open the distance. He saw that the opponent was a Muay Thai master. With this kind of fierce attack, he would be seriously injured if he was touched.Just parrying had already exhausted Wang Yao's energy, and he was no longer able to concentrate on counterattacking. But at the same time, his defense was impeccable, and the Thai's aggressive attack did not take advantage of the slightest bit.

Suddenly, a large bunch of rambutans hit the back of the Thai man's head. The Thai man was startled and his movements were delayed for half a second.Wang Yao rushed forward immediately and kicked his opponent down.

"Bastard boy! Pay me for the longan and rambutan!" The old woman who set up the stall roared aggressively, holding a large dragon fruit threateningly in her hand.

The Thais were dizzy and muttered dissatisfiedly: "You threw the rambutan yourself!"

"It was your head that was smashed! The rambutan is broken! You pay for it!" The old woman was unreasonable.

Wang Yao rushed over, grabbed the Thai man by the collar and lifted him up: "What are you doing? Why are you following me?"

The Thai broke free from Wang Yao's restraint, took a step back and opened his posture: "What are you doing with Fankata?"

Wang Yao withdrew his hand and asked vigilantly, "What does this have to do with you?"

The Thai people said solemnly: "I am a policeman!"

Wang Yao sneered disdainfully: "Where's your gun? Where's the police certificate? Are you going to arrest me empty-handed?"

The Thai was speechless, and his dark face was flushed, but even if he was angry and annoyed, it could not prove that he had the right to arrest Wang Yao.

Wang Yao sneered: "Go away, don't get in my way!"

"I won't let you go!" The Thai rushed over again.

Wang Yao was also not polite, turned from defense to offense, and met the attack fiercely, and the two became a ball, inseparable.

Suddenly, a dragon fruit hit the side of the Thai man's face, and his movements slowed down because of the pain. Wang Yao seized the fleeting opportunity to put the Thai man on the ground and stepped on one foot.

"Losing money!" The old woman looked down at the fallen man with her hips akimbo, her expression and tone were fierce.

"Can't you wait a little longer?" The Thai was very helpless.

"I told you not to get in the way, are you deaf?" Wang Yao looked down at the opponent who fell to the ground.

Another dragon fruit hit Wang Yao's face, Wang Yao looked at the old woman in surprise: "Why did you hit me?"

"He hit you with my longan. If he doesn't pay, you have to pay!" The old woman said confidently.

Taking advantage of this moment, the Thai grabbed Wang Yao's ankle and overturned him, and stood up by himself: "I said, I'm a policeman, don't try to run away! I've been chasing you for three months, this time it's very To catch you, and your boss, Vankata!"

Wang Yao looked at the Thai man who claimed to be a policeman with a mentally handicapped look, and said word by word: "I have only been in Thailand for three days, and you will not chase me for more than three hours. As for Fankata, you can't catch him, because His life is mine!"

"What?" The Thai looked at Wang Yao puzzled, "Aren't you a Chinese supplier of Vankata?"

"Whoever I am has nothing to do with you," Wang Yao looked at him coldly, "I came to Thailand to settle an old matter, I don't care if you are a policeman or a liar, I will never be polite to anyone who stands in my way!" He resolutely turned and walked away.

"Hey! You can't kill him! It's for the police to catch him!" the Thai shouted eagerly.

The old woman selling fruit nimbly rushed in front of Wang Yao, pushing Wang Yao's chest with both hands: "If you don't lose money, don't even think about leaving!"

"Okay, okay, how much?" Wang Yao was also helpless.

"200 baht!" The old woman asked for money.

Wang Yao had no choice but to give 200 baht to the old woman. The old woman was satisfied, humming a song with her head held high and went to clean up her stall.

The Thai caught up with Wang Yao and grabbed his arm: "Who the hell are you? Why do you want to kill Fankata?"

Wang Yao shook off his hand: "I didn't say I wanted to kill him, but I don't mind doing it if necessary."

"A personal grudge?" the Thai asked.

"Yes," Wang Yao said, "so you'd better stay away from me."

The Thai grabbed Wang Yao again: "You don't have to kill him, do you?"

Wang Yao looked at the Thai, and his tone became calmer: "Maybe he is more useful to me alive."

The Thai's eyes light up: "We can cooperate: you help me arrest him, and then you can get what you want."

"With you?" Wang Yao expressed doubts, "I'm afraid you will only hold me back."

"You don't have a better choice, do you? I saw you beat that bad boy in the market—you can't find Vankata now." The Thai pointed out.

Wang Yao thought for a few seconds, and finally decided: "I don't believe you, if you dare to stab a knife in the back, I will kill you first."

"To each other," the Thai said, reaching out his hand to Wang Yao, "My name is Bolang Yilin, and I'm a policeman."

Wang Yao shook Bo Lang Yilin's hand in a false way: "Wang Yao, a former bartender, is now unemployed."

"Me too, I've been suspended for a month," Brown Yilin said with a smile, "partner."

tbc

☆、Chapter 12