The rich second generation walked out of the bar and threw a bunch of car keys to the soldiers in the jeep opposite: "Hurry up and drive my treasure car!" ”

The other party took the key and walked towards the parking lot not far away, and soon a black Maserati came into Hugh's field of vision.

"I thought there would be no modern cars in this country, and the daring was concentrated in the hands of you local tyrants. The government drives luxury cars, and the common people drive antique cars. Interesting. Hugh sighed inwardly.

The rich second generation opened the door of the back seat: "Two beauties, please!" ”

The two young ladies twisted into the car, and the rich second generation immediately started the Maserati, and the soldiers' military jeeps drove in front of them, and galloped towards another block.

Hugh revved his engine again and followed.

"I didn't expect that in such a backward place in Africa, as a rich second generation, I would be quite able to enjoy it." Hugh said while driving: "The beautiful woman in the fragrant car is good at drinking, and there are military bodyguards." The specs are quite high. ”

"The happy life of a few people in this world is built on the unhappiness of the majority, and sooner or later it will fall apart and become a thing of the past. After a while, we will see that we have tied him up, and see how he still enjoys it, and he will smoke if he doesn't move. Katyusha looked down at the military tablet and followed the rich second generation.

"Haha! This proposal is good. I'm curious that this kid is a man and a coward in the face of torture. Hugh smiled grimly.

Uwanda drove the Maserati to the door of a large local casino, surrounded by two girls, and led four military soldiers to the casino's service desk.

Hugh called up the nanoladybugs and hovered in the air above their heads.

"Give me a million dollars in chips." The rich second generation instructed the staff at the front desk.

"It's the president's son-in-law who is here, and the small ones are far away. Our boss has instructed that you don't have to give cash or anything, and this million chips will be given away for nothing. The casino waiter was smiling.

The rich second generation glanced at the two soldiers beside him, and the two came to the front of the service desk and took a tray full of colorful chips, including round small chips and square large chips.

Carrying chips, the crowd walked towards the large area behind the casino, and came to a blackjack table with three gamblers sitting around, and when several gamblers saw that it was the president's son, they were ready to get up and leave, but were pressed down by several soldiers.

The rich second generation looked around at them: "Don't be in a hurry to go, it's not a good habit to want to leave after winning money, play two games with me!" Then he found a vacant seat and sat down.

The three gamblers sat on the seat like pins and needles, and secretly complained in their hearts: "This is over, play against him, you can't win if you draw a good card, you can continue to lose when you catch a bad card, if you don't let him, you won't have good fruit to eat, and you have to lose your skin if you don't die." Beads of sweat the size of beans suddenly appeared on their foreheads.

At this time, a gambler from a neighboring country walked into the casino, and his son-in-law, who didn't know the president at first glance, saw so many people around the blackjack table in front of him, and his heart itched to come forward: "Wait for the start of the game, count me in." With that, he poured a pocket of chips onto the table and placed them unhurriedly.

The rich second generation raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself: "There is just another one who gives money, the more the merrier." ”

The two soldiers placed the chips in front of the rich second generation in order of denomination, and stood aside with AK47 in hand, looking at several gamblers at the card table with fierce eyes. The dealer shuffled the cards and asked Uwanda: "How big are you going to bet?" ”

"Let's start with $200,000, there's no cap." After speaking, the rich second generation removed a stack of 200,000 chips from the stack.

"Okay, the cards are shuffled, can we start dealing?" The dealer asked.

"Let's get started." The rich second generation snapped his fingers. Girl A on the side opened Hennessy XO, poured a full glass of wine, and sent it to him. The other party took a small sip, ready to enjoy the pleasure of counting the money next.

The dealer conducts the first round of dealing, and the rich second generation has good luck, drawing a heart ace and a club queen at the beginning.

The other three gamblers looked at the cards in their hands with sad faces: "Even if it is a good card, let it blow and lose the game; If you get into the water in your head and win it, you will end up with an AK headshot. In contrast, it is more important to have your own life. ”

The rich second generation showed the trump card in his hand, exactly blackjack blackjack, the dealer lost, and the payout was doubled. Uwanda pocketed the loser's large stacks.

But from the second game, the goddess of luck no longer favored the rich second generation, the three domestic gamblers were very interesting, even if they got nineteen points, twenty points, they continued to ask for cards, so that the sum of the points exceeded twenty-one and lost. The cards in the dealer's hand, even a few cards add up, are miraculously all small points, far from blackjack, and it is clear that the rich second generation wins.

Only the foreign gambler didn't know the situation, and happily stumbled with the dealer, obviously the dealer had 11 points in his hand, and the rich second generation got 18 points in his hand, and he had already won the game, so he just killed a 19 points and earned a lot of chips with a smile.

The same is true for the next few rounds, the three domestic gamblers and the dealer are almost all conceded, only the foreign gambler, every time he plays the role of Cheng Biting Jin, he comes out from the halfway side, disrupts the victory of the rich second generation, and makes the clouds on his face appear darker and darker, drinking Hennessy one after another, and slapping the wine glass on the gambling table.

"it." The rich second generation slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground. "Crash him for me!"

Behind him, a soldier raised an automatic rifle and swooped in the direction of the foreign gambler.

The hapless fellow was riddled with bullet holes, and the stacks in front of him, which were as high as a hill, were scattered by the whizzing bullets.

After a shuttle of bullets in the soldier's hand, the screams of the women were heard in the casino, and the men grabbed their chips and fled the casino in a hurry.

Soon, the owner of the casino arrived at the scene with bodyguards and bowed to the rich second generation: "Master Jun, you see, we are all small business, if you meet an ignorant guest, you can call me, and our people will arrive immediately to ensure that the handling is satisfactory to you." The two tall black men in black suits and sunglasses behind him cleared their throats to emphasize their presence.

"You see that every time you come in with such fierce firepower, when you are unhappy, you will suddenly scare away all the guests, how can I continue this business?" The casino owner continued to spit bitterness.