On Sunday, in a villa in a southern city, five well-dressed gentlemen sat at a table with a mountain of chips piled up on the table, a game that had been going on for more than four hours.

For gamblers, time is never a reason to give up playing, as long as they still have a dollar in their pockets, they can sit for a while, and maybe a miracle will strike.

The round of cards is over quickly, and for gamblers who enjoy the adrenaline rush of winning or losing money for a living, and the thrill of having a rapid heart rate and blood pressure rise, the game does not need to be very clever, but it must be simple and exciting.

That's what they're playing, each of them is dealt three cards in turn, then a card from their hand is discarded, and then their cards are revealed, each with its own number of points and suits, but it's generally very simple.

It's a very simple way to play, and you don't even need a brain, and although some people think that such a "matching" requires brains and skills, in fact it doesn't.

The ante is one dollar per hand, and a raise can be made over the course of three deals, as well as a raise once after discarding the hand, for a total of four chances.

Four chances were enough to pile up hundreds of chips in a few of these hands, and these people were constantly red-faced and red-hearted, and they kept quieting down, and there was a special atmosphere in the air, which made people involuntarily fall into excitement.

Just as the five of them were playing with joy, as if they had forgotten the time and place, a gentle knock on the door alarmed them.

They all looked towards the door and retracted their gaze, where everyone would not have cash in their pockets, they used chips to settle the score, and when the game was over, they calculated the gains and losses directly, and then settled the account with a cash check.

This made them completely unconcerned about whether the people outside were police or not, and one of them sat back a little distance in his chair, stood up and walked towards the door, "Who's outside?"

"Takeaway, hurry up, I still have something to do. The sound from outside the door was a little distorted through the wooden door, and everyone noticed that it was almost seven o'clock at this time, and it was indeed time to eat.

I didn't think it just now, but now that I've been reminded like this, I feel like I'm a little hungry.

Originally, their plan was to go to a big meal after the end and continue to play in the evening, but now I don't know who is so caring and has brought them takeout, which seems to save some time for eating and playing cards.

The man who opened the door did not suspect anything, first of all, this is a rich area, and the service company has done a good job of ensuring safety.

Most of the upscale communities in the empire will install some very useful alarms in the rooms for the owners, just tap hard, and the security duty room of the service company will dispatch personnel to rush over immediately, at most it will take a minute or two.

Secondly, it is rare for fools to go to the upscale neighborhoods of the rich to commit crimes, not to say that there is no money to be found here, of course, this is also a reason, the main thing is that those criminals know very well that they cannot afford to offend all the rich people in a city.

When one rich person is hurt, the other residents of the community are terrified, uneasy, and angry.

These are ordinary people who have this kind of emotion, they can only endure it by themselves or sneak around to find a place to vent, but for the rich, the rich and powerful, they will spend money.

Spending money to solve problems has always been effective, and although the police do not advocate this method, they will not stop it, after all, they are dealing with criminals.

Plus this gamble is not only known to these five people, there are some other people who know that they just didn't come this time, there will always be some good friends who will worry about their stomachs, which is a very normal thing, and it is even possible that one of them has already ordered takeout, but they forgot about Bale.

For these reasons, the man opened the door and looked at the alarm button next to the door.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that!", the young man who opened the door wore a round felt hat and a black trench coat with a high neck, the muzzle of the gun in his hand almost stuck into the mouth of the person who opened the door, and his fingers pressed on the trigger had a noticeable tendency to retract, and everything fell into a dead silence.

Behind the trench-coat man quickly poured in other people, all armed with weapons, and they quickly took control of the situation inside the room.

No one with several pistols pointed at them would have the courage to make something misleading.

Finally, two more people came in from outside the room.

Three of the five people involved in the game almost screamed because one of the two people who entered the room later was the local mayor, Mr. Schnoder.

The person standing next to Schnoder was his wife, with some inexplicable expressions on her face, she walked up to the five people, examined them carefully one by one, stopped in front of the fourth person, whose body was already trembling slightly, and then raised her arm and slapped it.

The slap was very strong, and the snap was very loud, and half of the face of this man who was almost 1.75 meters tall and at least 150 pounds was quickly swollen, and the corners of his mouth were even cracked, slowly overflowing with bright red blood.

This is the man who has been threatening and intimidating Schnod's family some time ago, and has also made a bloodpack bomb to frighten their children.

During the negotiations between Schnood and Bowworth, he demanded that the man must apologize to his family, that is, the man showed up at Schnod's house after the affair, punched himself in the face, and apologized to his wife for what he had done during this time.

Legally speaking, a single piece of evidence cannot be used as key evidence to form a "lore" against the defendant, and in order to convict the defendant, there must be a sufficient chain of evidence that can prove each other.

This man is a link in the chain of evidence.

Schnodder's wife returned to her husband, pointed to the man and said, "That's him, I won't forget his appearance and the fright he brought us." ”

Schnoder comforted his wife, then looked at the trench coat man beside him, "I'll leave the rest to you, but can I ask, what are you going to do with him?"

The trench-clad man grinned, "He'll be baptized holy!", and with that, he tilted his head, and the two gunmen raised their weapons and smashed them into his head a few times, and after the flesh was blurred, he was also knocked unconscious.

The man in the trench coat asked Mr. and Mrs. Schnoder to leave first, and then asked the man to load up and send him away, and then he looked at the other four pale and sweaty guys and smiled.

This smile was very ordinary, but it made all four of them tremble, and one of them, his legs trembled violently, and after holding on for less than five seconds, he fell to the ground and quickly knelt down.

"Write your name, home address, place of work, and if you are not lying, then this is the end of the matter......"

Immediately after someone took a picture of them and checked the information they wrote through his own channels to make sure that they were not lying, the man in the trench coat who was sitting on the edge of the table playing with chips nodded in satisfaction.

He patted his legs and stood up, "Very good, sir, you are very cooperative, this is very good, there will be no misunderstanding between us." ”

"But I need to remind you that if I hear anything after today that has anything to do with what happened today, I will personally preside over a memorial service for your entire family. ”

He walked over to one of them and flicked the dust off the man's shoulder, "Got it?"

Without waiting for the men to make a statement, he turned around and left, and the gunman in the room was gone in an instant.

The remaining four people, you look at me, I look at you, and without saying a word, they began to pack their things.

They know what happened some time ago, and this is also what the man named Ade has been showing off recently, after all, being able to threaten the mayor's family is definitely not an ordinary trivial matter, enough for the middle and low levels of society like him to show off.

So now, the consequences of his are there, whether these people are Schnodder's people or someone else, it means that their mayor is not as simple as he seems.

There were almost ten gunmen, and these people could smell a hint of murderous intent in them, and they might have really done something.

Everyone has their own survival instincts, and they are no exception, and they have even thought about taking their families out for a while and coming back when the limelight is over.

On the other hand, Schnoder's wife was a little uneasy after she got angry, "Honey, how did you know these people, and will it implicate you?"

Schnoder stroking his wife's uneasiness and whispered in her ear, "I've got a new backer, you know, that guy!"

His wife was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, "But...... I've heard people say you're not...... Is there a contradiction?"

Schnoder smiled self-deprecatingly, shaking his head and sighing while laughing, "No one can be independent outside the rules of the game in this world, and I can't, and there is no contradiction between me and him, this work is equivalent to giving me a rare opportunity." ”

He clenched his wife's hand, "After more than 30 years, I finally saw hope......

At night, the noisy city is draped in a quilt called night and gradually falls into a deep sleep.

In the station warehouse, Ade woke up from a coma, and the pain in his head was like an axe embedded in it, and his brain was about to shatter.

Some of the trance-like memories came to his senses after a punch in the face, and he hissed like a drowning man, took a deep breath, and his whole body tensed.

The dim light and some people hiding in the shadows, he struggled for a moment, but it was meaningless, he was tied to a chair.

At this moment, a man hidden in the shadows suddenly spoke, and he was suddenly quiet.

"Mr. Doolin has a few questions that you don't know well, maybe you can answer them for him?"

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