Chapter 167 [Vietnam is not a paradise] (Part 1)

As the speed slowed down, the car had already left the expressway and turned into an ordinary highway. I know that Haiphong City should be coming soon.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening and it was completely dark. The bus drove to a passenger station.

To be honest, this passenger station is really a bit broken. I took a look and found that the facilities and overall environment here are about the same as those in the 1980s.

When the four of us men walked out of the passenger station, Hong Da and I walked in the front, and Xiluo and Hong Da's bodyguards were behind. I obviously felt that when the bodyguard faced us, his face had a complicated meaning, and maybe a little hostile. I understand that this was because when I was on the yacht, I easily subdued him, and I'm afraid he was still very dissatisfied.

"Do we need to be low-key?" I sighed: "The yacht is still parked by the sea...if someone finds out..."

Hong laughed: "That was in Xia Long Bay. Besides, the body of the poisoned crew member has been thrown into the sea by us. When I called to rent a yacht, it was arranged by my friends in Vietnam... Don't worry, they can't find us now... As for the police... I tell you, the trashiest thing in Vietnam are their police! Their police are just a bullshit!"

I smiled. After all, Hong Da knows Vietnam better than I do, so I didn't refute it.

After walking out of the passenger station, the public security of Haiphong City immediately left a deep impression on me!

As soon as we walked out of the door, countless drivers who solicited customers surrounded us and rushed to win over us enthusiastically. Some spoke stiff Chinese, some spoke Vietnamese, and some came over to pull us. These were all drivers who drove taxis specifically solicited customers at the station.

More than a dozen people surrounded us at once. At the same time, I felt some children who looked like beggars also squeezed in... I felt someone trying to take my pocket! I immediately shouted, and pushed the guy in front of me with both hands and pushed away! Then I twisted the hand that was touching my pocket.

I pushed the people on both sides away, looking at the person who was pinching my hand with anger on my face... This is a child, at most eleven or twelve years old, very thin, with a dirty face, and a pair of eyes looking at me with some timidity.

The anger on my face disappeared little by little, and then I slowly let him go. I said coldly in English: "Go away!"

Hong Da and others were also entangled by these drivers so much that they couldn't stand it. Xi Luo and the bodyguard protected Hong Da and walked out. The drivers were like candy, constantly coming over to pull the two of them. They were just a bunch of rogues! Xi Luo was a little angry, and the young people were just angry!

He grabbed a man closest to him, then grabbed his shoulder and threw it away. The man flew out! Then Xi Luo tripped over a man next to him, pushed him away, pulled Hong Da and walked out.

Now that I was in trouble, the other party suddenly surrounded a group of people! Even some other drivers who were originally standing on both sides rushed up!

Looking at the dozens of people on the other side, Siro's face was full of anger. While protecting Hong Da, he stood in front of him and glared at them.

I quickly went over and hugged Siluo and walked backwards, and then Hong Da immediately spoke loudly! He spoke in Vietnamese and shouted a few words to the gangster drivers. I didn't know what he was saying, but after hearing Hong Da's words, the other party obviously hesitated a little.

Hong Da continued to talk to them for a few words, then took out a few Vietnamese dong bills from his pocket, bent down and placed them on the ground, spread his hands and took two steps back. He continued to say a few words loudly...

The atmosphere was a little less tense, and the gangster drivers were no longer so tight. We continued to retreat. I saw someone coming up to pick up the money on the ground, glanced at the gangster drivers behind me and waved to the gangster drivers behind me and shouted something. Then everyone dispersed.

When Hong Da turned around, I saw some sweat on his forehead, and he was obviously a little nervous just now.

I frowned, and before I could speak, Siro was already a little unhappy. He said coldly: "Why give them money?"

Hong Da pulled us away from the station quickly and walked quickly to the street, with a bit of mocking tone. He glanced at Xiluo: "Boy! Do you think you can beat me? Are you not afraid of those guys?"

Xi Luo said annoyedly: "We don't take these people seriously yet!" Then he patted his waist: "These are just a bunch of rogue drivers at the station."

"Yes, they are indeed the tyrants in the station." Hong Da said seriously: "Generally speaking, these guys are specifically targeting some foreign tourists and rarely attacking Vietnamese. He just heard you speak Chinese, so so many people come here... Do you know? In North Vietnam, local people are not so friendly to Chinese people! What is the reason? I don't think I need to say more."

He pointed to the station that had already gone far behind him and said slowly: "These guys are very united in making a living in the station! They can find hundreds of people with just one whistle! If you can fight, how many can you fight? Ten or twenty? Humph... Don't count on the police, I tell you that here, especially in the northern part of Vietnam, in Haipang City, the police are the most useless... The police dare not stand out for you in such a thing."

"But we have a gun." Siro was a little dissatisfied.

"Gun?" Hong Da laughed, and he went over and patted Siro on the shoulder hard, and said with a smile: "Boy, what do you think this is? This is Vietnam! Vietnam!!"

As he walked, he said with a mocking tone: "In the last century, Vietnam almost experienced wars! First, it fought with the French, South Vietnamese and North Vietnam, then with the Americans, and finally with the Chinese... Vietnamese all survived in the war! Guns? Let me tell you, the number of guns hidden in Vietnam among the people is definitely among the best in the world! Do you believe it or not? For the rogue drivers at the station just now, there must be many people hiding guns in their cars!! Do you know? In several wars in the last century, Vietnam was almost the whole nation! Even now, you can pull an old lady out in the countryside and give her a submachine gun, and she can use it very skillfully!" He looked at Siro with a mocking look: "Do you understand what I mean?"

Siro was silent for a while, he took a deep breath and nodded: "OK."

I came over and patted Siro on the shoulder and smiled at him. After all, this young man still lacked training and did not have much experience in going out. It is normal for young people to have a hot temper. Besides, I really like this brother, so I should comfort him appropriately.

We walked halfway through the street and stopped a taxi. Basically, this is a regular taxi, and those in the station are all black cars.

Hong Da was indeed very familiar with Vietnam. After getting on the bus, he immediately reported the name of a hotel. It was also the best hotel in Haiphong City. It is said to be a four-star rating.

As for whether it is really a four-star rating, only the old genius knows.

The car drove into the city center of Haiphong City. I saw that the streets on both sides of the road outside were a little lively, but they felt very dilapidated. Obviously, the economy here is not developed. Most of the houses on both sides of the street are very short and narrow, mostly with some private houses. Basically, there are seven or eight floors, which is already considered high-rise buildings. The shops on both sides... are not just stores, but more like stalls in some night markets.

Everything here really looks like a small Chinese city in the 1980s. The first impression of the streets is: dirty and old.

I also discovered a very strange phenomenon. I could see many middle-aged men and elderly people on the street. I often saw some disabled people, some missing arms, and some missing a leg...

"These are all left behind by war." Hong Da sighed: "It's only thirty years since the last war ended. Vietnam almost fought wars in the last century, and the population ratio of the country was also very unbalanced, with few men and more women. Many of the remaining men were disabled."

Our car finally stopped at the door of a hotel. Thank goodness, the hotel looked pretty good, at least from the outside, the overall building was clean. There was a doorman at the entrance of the hotel and helped us open the door.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a burst of rapid police sirens coming from the street behind me!

The sharp and harsh sound whistled, and then four or five policemen were seen speeding past the street!

Then, I saw a military truck, with full armed soldiers wearing military uniforms and guns behind the truck!

The military vehicle also followed closely behind the police car!

Then another military vehicle...is also full of soldiers...

I frowned and looked at Hong Da: "What's wrong? Something happened here? Or is it a coup?"

Hong Da raised his eyebrows and asked the doorman casually. After the doorman answered a few words, Hong Da told me calmly: "It's okay, it's normal... It seems that there was a small security problem and a small security conflict in the square in front. Such security incidents often occur here."

I'm speechless...

A small security issue? Do you need to dispatch so many police officers? How many troops are there?

Hong Da saw my doubts and smiled and said, "Brother, you really don't understand Vietnam. This is what it is. I said, the police here are useless because of the folk customs. Many people have guns at home. If the police cannot control the situation, they can only rely on the army. Don't worry, this kind of thing is normal. Let's go to the hotel to have a good rest... Alas, I really want to have a drink now!"

I glanced at Siro and found Siro was looking at me too.
Chapter completed!