Like startled birds, Wei Shali and Bobby had no time to think things through.
They crouched low, using the cars as cover, while drawing the pistols tucked behind their waists.
As for Wei Mianna, Chai Kwok-yung, and Su Kin-chiu, none of them carried any weapons.
Chai Kwok-yung and Su Kin-chiu had only arrived in Chiang Rai Province by boat that day. They knew neither the people nor the place in Thailand, so how could they possibly go running around armed?
Wei Mianna's situation was perfectly normal too. After all, tonight was only a preliminary meeting for a later deal.
By all rights, there should have been no danger whatsoever.
Besides, Bobby was Eight-Faced Buddha's nephew, making him one of their own.
Even with the two strangers, Chai Kwok-yung and Su Kin-chiu, there were only two of them.
She and Wei Shali had more than a dozen gunmen with them. Why would she need to carry a gun herself?
Her current outfit made that clear.
Her figure-hugging, backless gown left absolutely nowhere to conceal a weapon.
She was a drug trafficker, not a secret agent.
How could she possibly have a pistol strapped beneath her skirt or high on her thigh?
Even including Su Kin-chiu, there were only five people inside the encirclement, armed with just two pistols.
Compared with the dozen or so elite Operations officers closing in, they were on an entirely different level.
Bang!
Just as the four remaining drug traffickers were gripped by terror, Chow Sing Sing pulled the trigger again, sending a bullet into the ground beside Bobby.
Shattered gravel flew into Bobby's face, tearing a bloody gash across it.
"Listen up, you in there! You're surrounded."
Advancing slowly with his gun raised, Chow Sing Sing shouted in English, "You are ordered to put down your