Chapter 110 (2/2)

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“TMD！ I dare to win my money! I tell you! You won the money, but you can't take it! ” Lisboa Hotel, in the VIP box on the top floor. Yan Tong pressed the card in his hand and suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist.

”Wow!” More than a dozen Kowloon plainclothes standing next to the box pulled out pistols and aimed at Gao Jin opposite.

At this moment, it is already the next afternoon, three hours after Gao Jin and Yan Tong gambled

Gao Jin takes out the check at the bottom of the box, uses a group of flush Soha, wins all Yan Tong's chips, forces Yan Tong to a dead end, takes out his gun and makes a final counterattack.

”He has a gun!” Mr. He, with the technical director ”Ye Han”, stood in the monitoring room and looked at the scene of Yan Tong taking out his gun. His eyes showed great anger in an instant.

He's not angry. Yan Tong has a gun! But angry that Yan Tong can gun money into the casino!

This means that there are ghosts in the Lisboa casino. Yan Tong needs to buy the ghosts in advance in order to escape the security check, and let every attendant carry weapons!

”Well?” Gao Jin opened his eyes, quickly bent down, slipped under the gambling table and shouted, ”Mr. Zhuang!”

”Boom!” The wooden door of the box lounge was suddenly pushed open, and Zhuang Shikai rushed out with more than 20 brothers with guns.

”Yan Tong! Your time of death has come! ” Zhuang Shikai, wearing a suit, took the lead and quickly pulled the trigger.

Mr. He in the monitoring room stayed where he was, and a cool breath almost broke through the sky.

Shit, it's not that one party bought an insider and both parties bought an insider, but that the other party went too far and hid it in advance!

In the monitoring room, more than a dozen Lisboa gunmen were about to go out to stop him. Mr. he closed his eyes and roared, ”don't move! Wait for their winner! ”

Mr. He has realized that this gamble is unusual and is likely to be a continuation of the power struggle. The information of Yan Tong and Zhuang Shikai is on the list of key figures in Hong Kong and Macao in the casino.

He can't intervene in this situation, and there are more than 40 good players on both sides. I'm afraid the gunmen of the Lisboa gang can't hold it down.

If in a few decades, when he family's power reaches its peak, whoever dares to leave the gun in the Lisboa casino will not be able to get out of the waters of Macao. But now who has just started making money and is easy to deal with two people. How dare he offend the Hong Kong Island police behind the scenes?

At that time, the Hong Kong Island police issued an order to prohibit ferries from crossing the sea. The Lisboa casino does not know how much loss it will suffer. Moreover, there is no need to block the traffic between the two places. As long as the police search ships and check cards every day, they will be enough.

”Bang bang!” In the wide box, there was a sudden chaos of gunfire and bullets flying.

”Bang!” Time reversed. Back five seconds ago, Zhuang Shikai took the lead in a suit and quickly pulled the trigger.

Gao Jin hid on the gambling table and dodged a string of bullets. Several unlucky waiters and charge officials in the box were shot and fell to the ground one after another.

”Doodle doodle.” In Leifu, Leiluo made six calls to Zhuang Shikai's family, but no one answered.

”Smelly boy, don't answer my phone!” Leiluo's heart is uneasy. He calls lard again and asks lard to get up and go outside to catch the wind. Poor little brother can only abandon his little wife and get dressed and go out.

Last night, we only found that Yan Tong took the fees. For the time being, we haven't found that Yan Tong took more than a dozen people. I just received a message two hours ago and was going to inform Zhuang Shikai. Unexpectedly, no one answered the phone.

If Zhuang Shikai is the victim, this news is very important. But Zhuang Shikai as a layout, how can he not take a good horse to fight!

Leiluo didn't know this. He just meant that there was a major situation outside, but it was this feeling of knowing but not knowing that really tortured the dead.