In the eyes of waiters, if you have money, you are God. If you don’t have money, you are not even as good as a beggar.
The Western youth ignored him and just said to Tang Feng: "I'm not convinced!"
Tang Feng smiled and said, "That's your problem, not mine. If you want to make a comeback, you have to take out your capital!"
The pockets of the Western youth were empty and could not find any money. After hearing Tang Feng's words, his friend was ashamed and angry. He suddenly roared, pulled out his pistol from his pocket, and shot Tang Feng's head.
Tang Feng reacted very quickly. The moment the other party pulled out the gun, he had a premonition. The moment before the young man opened the gun, he hurriedly lowered his body. At the same time, Wang Zhongren and Shura, who were standing behind him, also subconsciously became a group of people.
Hit to the ground.
"Bang!" The gun sounded, and the bullet did not hit Tang Feng's head, nor did it hurt Wang Zhongren and Shura behind him, but it penetrated a young man in a black suit.
The young man had yellow skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. He was obviously an oriental. Before he could figure out what was going on, he fell to the ground. At the same time, his hand that he reached into his arms also fell out, in his palm,
A black pistol was tightly held.
Shura lay on the ground and saw it clearly. When he saw the young man holding a gun, he cleverly fought a cold war. Then, he quickly looked up and looked around. There were several oriental people in the same clothes as the young man in black.
I hurriedly ran towards this side, and my right hand was put into my arms, and my clothes were bulging, so I must have hidden a guy.
No, there is a killer! Shura was about to remind Tang Feng that several orientals took out their pistols, first shot through the head of the Western youth, and then shot at Tang Feng who was lying under the table.
The young man in the West was extremely angry and shot impulsively. He never dreamed that he did not kill his opponent Tang Feng in the casino, but instead killed a killer who was trying to approach Tang Feng and was preparing to assassinate. When he was shot in the head, he still felt
Confused.
This random shot made the guests in the casino so scared that they ran away with their heads and shouted.
The girl sitting next to Tang Feng did not react as quickly as he did. She could not dodge her shoulder and fell to the ground. Blood flowed out of her shoulder, her face turned pale, and sweat dripping from her forehead. Tang Feng's eyebrows were scattered.
He wrinkled, sighed inwardly, pulled up her arm, shouted softly, jumped up suddenly, flipped over the table, and hid on the other side of the gambling table.
Several brothers from Huaxing Society saw that a killer stabbed the eldest god of death, they all took out their guns and shot at the killers who rushed over. However, their shooting skills were far less accurate than those of the killers. After only a few rounds of shooting, they did not hurt the killer.
Three of them were shot and fell to the ground.
After seeing this, Hu Chi was very anxious and shouted to the remaining two Huaxing Society brothers: "Give us the gun!"
When the two heard his scream, they threw the pistol over without thinking. At the same time, they went to pick up the guns in their companions' hands. However, the killers did not give them this opportunity. Two gunshots were fired, and the two Huaxing Society were
The brothers also fell down.
The tiger snob without a gun may not be a concern, but once he has a gun in his hand, he will become the most terrifying enemy.
Plop, plop! Two killers were shot in their foreheads and fell on their backs. However, this also attracted the killers to shoot even more crazily, and the playing cards on the gambling table were beaten and flew away.
At this time, the security guards in the casino rushed out, holding guns in their hands. When they saw the messy casino hall, they asked loudly: "What's going on?"
While they were asking questions, a group of young men in black came in from outside the hall. They took out their pistols while walking. They all had expressionless faces and shot at the casino security guards. In a dazzling moment, more than a dozen security guards were attacked.
Most of the remaining people were so scared that they were bloodless and hid back around the corner, not daring to show their heads again.
However, they only noticed the killer in front, and neglected behind them. Another group of black-clad orientals touched them from behind. When they were almost approaching, the guns were heard. Poor security guards didn't understand what was going on.
He died tragically in the robbery.
The emergence of these two waves of killers increased the number of killers to more than fifty, and the continuous shooting of more than fifty guns pushed Tang Feng and others behind the gambling table.
Fortunately, the killer's weapons are all ineffective and cannot penetrate the gambling table made of pure solid wood. If they have a powerful semi-automatic rifle like AK in their hands, with such crazy shooting like this, Tang Feng and others will
It will be sieve now.
Lying under the table, hearing gunshots like violent beans in my ears, Shura asked loudly, "Boss, what should I do now?"
Tang Feng's face could not be seen at all. He looked at the wound on the girl's shoulder. Fortunately, he was just scratched by a bullet and injured his skin. There was no crisis to the bones. He pulled a piece of cloth from his clothes.
The strip was tied to the girl's shoulder. After the simple bandage was briefly bandaged, he said with a wry smile: "It seems that the goddess of luck only favors me for a while!" As he said that, he turned around and said to Shura: "There is no better way,
We can only wait." He looked at his watch and said calmly: "I have called just now. Brothers in the big circle will arrive in five minutes, and the police will arrive in ten minutes. As long as they can hold on for ten minutes, the killer will be killed.
Will naturally retreat!”
Ten minutes? Shura exited the magazine and counted the bullets inside, and there were only seven. He turned to look at Hu Chi, who smiled bitterly and stretched out his palm, indicating that there were only five.
The two of them had only twelve bullets together, but after the gunshots, the number of each other was definitely more than twelve. Not to mention that they could survive ten minutes, even five minutes would be difficult!
The other party came with great force, with accurate marksmanship and preparedness, with a large number of people. It seems that it is not easy to pass today! No one was a little panicked, but after seeing Tang Feng's smile and calm expression, he was two
People feel much more at ease.
Tang Feng has this charm. When you are by his side, even if the sky falls, he can bring you a strong sense of security.
Hearing them talking in Chinese, the girl quickly raised her head, looked at Tang Feng, and asked in surprise: "Are you from Z?"
Oh? The girl was talking about a standard plotter, with a little bit of Beijing accent. Tang Feng smiled and asked, "Are you a native of Z?"
The girl nodded repeatedly and said, "I'm from BJ!"
Tang Feng shook his head and smiled. It was a very friendly thing to meet the Z people in Canada where Westerners gathered, but now it is not the time. Soon, the gunshot suppressed the girl's joy again, and she panickedly
Asked, "Who are those people? What are they going to do? Are they robbed?"
"No!" Tang Feng smiled bitterly, "I don't know who they are, but their target should be me!"