Lin Zhiyong, who had just been promoted to civilian clothes after the year, took Wei Shixun, a military uniform that had just joined the company, and the two walked into a gambling stall in Tsim Sha Tsui in a big way.

Entering the gambling stall and coming to a table the size of a dice, Lin Zhiyong saw the dealer shaking the dice cup, and the gamblers at the table also placed bets one after another, grinning slightly.

Syllable!

A second before the dealer shouted out to buy and leave, Lin Zhiyong took out a pistol from his waist and fell directly on the word 'big' spread out on the tablecloth of the gaming table, and looked at the stunned dealer behind the table with a smile: "My gun is 10,000 yuan, open the cup!" ”

"Officer, we've got to pay our fees on time this month." Seeing that the gamblers around were frightened and took back the money on the table, the dealer's face was slightly gloomy, "If you are short of money to spend, when this shop is finished gambling, I will wrap two red seals for the two police officers." ”

"What is the red seal? Choose! Lin Zhiyong took out a toothpick from his arms and put it in the corner of his mouth, and looked at the dealer, "Your father will lack you a red envelope?" My gun sells for 3,000 yuan in the city, and it is more than enough to take out 10,000 yuan. ”

In the corner of the gambling stall, a few rotten boys who were playing Tianjiu cards soon discovered that there was something wrong on the gambling table, a large circle of guests stayed away from the table, not to mention, the table was just two bad guys put guns on the stage, and the intention of making trouble was self-evident.

"Two police officers, I am the patrol of this gambling stall, No. 14 49 Tsai, the name of the field, I don't know what to offend?" Jian Changhua took a few other rotten boys who were watching the scene to approach Lin Zhiyong and Wei Shixun and reported to their homes.

When the dealer saw Changhua coming, his face looked a little better, and he called Brother Hua.

Lin Zhiyong turned his head sideways and glanced at Changhua, and sneered: "Looking at your appearance, you are in your thirties, I thought you had already taken up a job, but I can't estimate that you are still an old forty-nine, it seems that No. 14 really has no future!" ”

The so-called Sijiu Zai is the lowest rotten boy in a community except for the blue lantern (registered member).

Hearing Lin Zhiyong open his mouth to insult himself, anger flashed on Changhua's face, and before he could speak, several of his subordinates around him took the lead in scolding.

"The flower waist is sunny! If you dare to look down on the fourteenth, I'll burn you tonight! ”

"I'll kill your whole family! Dead Guy! ”

"Swing a gun out to scare the ghosts? Did you know that this room is a side cover? ”

Hearing the clamor of a few rotten boys, Lin Zhiyong laughed instead of being angry, glanced at Wei Shixun beside him who didn't say a word, and pouted: "Master Xun, someone is messing with your boss, you won't just look at it like this, right?" ”

Wei Shixun looked at him, rolled his eyes, but did not speak, and still stood in place like a stake.

Lin Zhiyong, who was quite bored, shrugged his shoulders, and dropped the gun in his hand with some impatience, making a crackling sound on the edge of the table.

"Hey! Hurry up and open the cup! If 10,000 is too much, should I be 8,000 bets? Please be refreshed, if I win the money, I will invite my brother to go to the chicken sinus to open meat! Lin Zhiyong looked at it and opened his mouth to urge.

Seeing Lin Zhiyong's natural appearance, the dealer's two eyebrows were twisted together.

He has worked in casinos for at least ten years, and has seen people betting on gold, cloth shoes, and even ruthless people who lie on the gambling table and bet on human flesh, which is strange.

Only betting a gun on the gambling table was the first time he had encountered it in his career.

Even if there is a ban on smoking in all countries, the Hong Kong government can still turn a blind eye to the ban on opium, but the thorough investigation of firearms is absolutely strict, and most Hong Kong people have never even seen what a gun looks like, let alone put it on the gambling table as a bargaining chip.

It is precisely for this reason that now the dealer saw Lin Zhiyong make this action as soon as he entered the door, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Brother Hua......" The dealer with an embarrassed face raised his head, looked at Changhua, and hesitated to ask for his opinion.

According to the rules, casinos generally have the saying of pawns, and when there is no cash, you can put valuable things on the table, so now Lin Zhiyong puts a gun on the table, and there is no bad casino rule.

Seeing that Lin Zhiyong was still looking at him with an indifferent look, his eyes still showed a provocative look, and he couldn't help but point to his nose and scolded your aunt, and finally squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "10,000 yuan is a big one, right?" Open Cup! ”

The dealer who received the instructions breathed a sigh of relief, shouted to buy and leave, and skillfully opened the dice.

In the dice cup, three dice lie quietly on the table.

One, three, three, seven o'clock small.

"Hit the streets! What a stroke of luck! Lin Zhiyong slammed his fist on the table, looking at Jianchanghua with a look of chagrin on his face, "My gun is worth 10,000 yuan, can I play one more shop?" ”

Zhan Changhua sneered, and reached out to get the gun on the table: "Do you still want to play?" Go back and play with your grandma! ”

However, just when his fingertips just touched the handle of the pistol, Wei Shixun, who had been standing silently next to Lin Zhiyong, suddenly burst out.

Wei Shixun was born in the martial arts hall, and as soon as he made a move, he walked a few steps in front of Jian Changhua, twisted his waist, and his right hand had already used the three steps of the white eyebrow fist to swallow the fist! The arm was like a whip, and the back of the fist slammed heavily on the cheeks of Jian Changhua, who was hit by this punch and his feet were half a foot off the ground, and his whole body fell into the game with a dull sound in the air, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

A few rotten boys who had just shouted the loudest, seeing Wei Shixun punch directly into the field, looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with fear.

"Insulting a police officer doesn't count, but dare to grab a gun? You're so damn daring! Lin Zhiyong didn't look at the rest of the rotten boys, so he picked up the pistol on the table and shouted outside the door, "Come on, bring all the relevant personnel here back to the police station for investigation, and the door will be sealed, and all gambling funds will be confiscated!" ”

When the words landed, seven or eight military uniforms that had been prepared long ago rushed in like wolves and tigers, and the handkerchiefs in their hands glowed with a little cold light.

"Hold your mother! I'm the fourteenth, how dare you pull me? A few teeth were knocked out by Wei Shixun's punch, and the face of the watcher, who was leaking when he spoke, turned hideous, and after being handcuffed on the gambling table by the military uniform, his mouth still kept scolding.

"I've heard people say that an old Sijiu (senior rotten boy) is worse than Sibajiu (dragon head), and it turns out that it's all fake." Lin Zhiyong came to Jianchanghua, and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm directly on his face, "The words tell you, the 14th provoked people who shouldn't be provoked, and now all the fields related to the 14th in Hong Kong are being swept away, and you will be sentenced to at least five years for the crime of snatching a gun. ”

Without looking at the stunned look on Changhua's face, Lin Zhiyong stretched his waist and tilted his head to Wei Shixun: "Flash people, change to the second one and continue." ”