Chen Mo looked at Bai Xiaotian standing on the roadside, shook his head and was speechless.
This gesture of reaching out really doesn’t have much effect!
A gray-haired old man extended his thumb to ask for a ride. The chances of the ride being successful were damn high! Maybe, one out of ten old ladies driving by will stop and agree to give me a ride.
Bai Xiaotian looks ordinary to begin with. Even after he has been cleaned up, he is still not handsome at all. He is just an old man with some energy. He is really good at attracting old ladies.
Now, without long legs and a curvy figure, how could a woman successfully hitchhike?
Even if you want to attract an old lady, you should dress fashionably and show as much as possible that you are not good-looking but have a good mental state, and you may be able to get on the bus.
Sure enough, the two cars did not disappoint Chen Mo. They did not stop at all and drove past them at high speed.
"Gan!" The hitchhiking gesture went directly from thumb up to an internationally accepted gesture, middle finger up.
Bai Xiaotian looked at the smoke spouting from the rear of the car and was really speechless. Even if he didn't agree to ride, there was no need to speed up. He felt like he was not a hitchhiker, but a car gangster.
Turning around, he smiled awkwardly at Chen Mo.
Chen Mo chuckled, said nothing, and continued walking along the road.
He had already scanned the car that had just passed by, and found that there was a driver in the car, and two middle-aged men and women sitting in the back seat of the car. It seems that there is no parking, or it is due to lack of space.
The two middle-aged men and women seemed to be the kind of people with a little bit of assets, so it was impossible to be crowded together.
Chen Mo didn't care. There were people who were willing and people who weren't willing to take a ride. It was impossible for him to let the whole world revolve around him.
Since it's not a beautiful sword, then no one likes it. It doesn't matter if you can't catch a ride, just move on. As for discussing with the car owner to make it easier for the two of them to take a ride, Chen Mo had actually already had the intention. Even if he didn't stop, he would already have a few pebbles in his hands.
If you don’t stop, it depends on whether the vehicle’s tires are strong or not.
However, this kind of intention also depends on the person's choice, at least to discuss with the guy who doesn't seem to want to be a good person. As for other people, there is no need to discuss.
As I continued walking forward, I heard the sound of an engine coming from behind again. It was a minivan.
Bai Xiaotian took action again and made the minivan stop.
The driver was bawling for a while, and Chen Mo had black lines all over his head. He really couldn't understand what was being said, because one of the reasons was the speed of speech, and he had never learned Siamese.
But Bai Xiaotian would say, and the driver would also make a loud noise. Finally, after he took out some banknotes to pay the driver, Chen Mo would signal.
Since Siamese has a lot of monosyllabic words, you will feel that when Siamese people speak, they jump out word by word, which makes it a bit uncomfortable to listen.
The two of them got into the truck compartment, and Bai Xiaotian came forward to thank the driver. Chen Mo also followed behind, clasping his hands to express his gratitude, and the minivan continued to move forward.
The minivan is a single-row minivan, so although three people can fit in it, the space is relatively small, so they are all squeezed into one place, which is uncomfortable.
Moreover, the driver of the pickup truck still had a cigarette in his mouth, smoking all the way, making the entire pickup box smell of smoke.
This made Bai Xiaotian feel embarrassed for a while, and he gave Chen Mo a slight signal to ask him to bear it a little longer.
In Siam, smoking cessation is relatively strict. Smoking is not allowed indoors or in transportation hubs and other areas. But here in Trat, especially on the highway, no one cares about smoking.
Chen Mo used a talisman for himself to directly isolate the smoke, but it didn't matter. As for Bai Xiaotian, it should be fine if he smokes secondhand smoke. He had just indicated that he should be patient for a little while, so he could definitely endure it himself.
One was a former transcendent, and the other was a monk in the foundation-building stage. The two of them were squeezed into the small truck cab, and there was no one left!
Mainly because the rescue was a little anxious, and Bai Xiaotian had not contacted any relevant intermediaries. Those who can provide help are all in the Manchester area, but there are none in the Trat area.
Therefore, only by quickly arriving in Trat Province, then getting on a plane and arriving in Manchester, will there be additional help, such as vehicles and manpower.
Chen Mo was a little speechless with Bai Xiaotian beside him. If he were alone, he would have arrived in Manchester City long ago, but what to do now, he can only hold on.
The two of them had nothing to talk about. The three of them and the driver were silent all the way, their bodies swaying as the truck moved. Since there was no danger or anything like that, he did not use his spiritual consciousness, but closed his eyes and meditated.
About half an hour passed like this, when suddenly there was a gunshot from the front of the truck.
"Bang!"
Chen Mo frowned, isn't it said that the security here in Siam is okay? Why are there gunshots now?
Before he could say anything, the car turned a corner and stopped. He didn't even use his consciousness, and his eyes could clearly see what was happening ahead.
Half an hour ago, the car that was not carrying Chen Mo and the other two people had been intercepted. The driver lay in a pool of blood, while the two middle-aged men and women were kneeling on the roadside tremblingly.
And that gunshot might have been the sound made when the driver was killed.
Now, Chen Mo's minivan was only about a hundred meters away from the car, but after passing the big bend, it was a straight road, and he could clearly see what was ahead.
A dozen burly men, wearing hoods and holding weapons in their hands, were searching the cars of middle-aged men and women, seemingly looking for something.
At this time, the small truck was intercepted by two sturdy men holding weapons.
"Sir...!" Bai Xiaotian looked at the front and the two people intercepting the truck with an ugly expression, then turned around and wanted to say something to Chen Mo.
But Chen Mo waved his hand and said: "Take a look first, don't make any sound."
Bai Xiaotian nodded to express his understanding. He reached out and quietly took out his gun, loaded it, and was always ready to fight back.
Although the time to rescue Juno was tight, he couldn't say anything now that there were more than ten people blocking his way. As long as it didn't hinder him, it didn't matter if he waited.
Anyway, the people in the car didn't carry him, so there was no need for him to rescue the two of them.
"Head! Found it!" A strong man carrying weapons on his back took out a document bag from the car. It seemed to contain some documents. After looking through it, he handed it to the person who had been standing in the middle of the road.
The man took it and looked at it, then turned over it one by one, turned around and nodded to his subordinates.
The men did not move, but asked again: "There is a small truck behind, and it was stopped not far away. What should I do?"
After thinking for a moment, the leader gestured like he was slitting his throat and said, "Take care of it! Just two cars caused a traffic accident and burned them all."
"Yes!" As soon as his subordinates heard this, they took action immediately.
The leader turned around and entered a jeep parked on the side of the road.
The subordinate first motioned to the two big men on Chen Mo's side to cut his throat, then turned around, took out a jug of liquid from another jeep, and quickly stepped forward with several masked men.
Two middle-aged men were kneeling on the ground, crying and begging to be let go. However, when they approached, they knocked them unconscious with a knife in each hand.
Everything this group of people did was presented one by one in Chen Mo's consciousness.
Therefore, when the hooded man slashed his throat, Chen Mo knew that he had to exercise appropriately!
I sighed in my heart, I really have a bad physique.
Along the way, I have encountered so many embarrassing things.
Think about it, since I left Siem Reap, I have been not only besieged, but also attacked by extraordinary beings, as well as ordinary people, either with bullets or RPGs.
There was even a missile that fell from the sky at the end!
This is something Chen Mo rarely encounters. Even in the Sanya Zone, it's just the kind of big thunder buried underground.
Then, there are all kinds of robberies, grabbing things, etc.
Damn it, could it be that after digging up Cambodia’s ancestral graves, this kind of bad thing happened?
Chen Mo was stunned and seemed to have thought of something!
Zu Liming, can’t we call him the ancestor of Cambodia? Didn’t the Khmer Empire he established at that time, that is, the Angkor Dynasty, just let people in Cambodia regard it as their orthodox history and inheritance?
I went to the place where Zu Liming buried himself, and then wiped out all the good things in it. Isn't this like digging someone else's ancestral grave?
Um!
Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is nothing to be angry about after what happened in the past few days. It's just some retribution after digging the ancestral grave. Maybe after this kind of thing, it will disappear in the future.
Isn't it? Zu Liming has disappeared into smoke now, and even a little bit of soul power has been swallowed by him. If he wants to be resurrected, don't even think about it.
I'm thinking about the golden armguard I got, which is a good thing, and the Demon Realm Fruit. Anyone I know will become crazy and try every means to get it.
These have become things in my pocket, hehe! This is a worthwhile trip to dig up ancestral graves!
Thinking about it this way, the things I encounter now are nothing. They are just some clowns jumping around in front of me, so I just need to spend some time to deal with them.
When he saw two masked strong men approaching the minivan with firearms in hand, he put his mind back and opened the door without further delay and walked out.
