Casinos are an amazing place where many rich people have gone bankrupt overnight, but it is rare to see anyone get rich overnight.

In the final analysis, casinos are just to make money, how can they lose money? The so-called fairness and openness are also a relative statement, and many casinos have their own set of countermeasures in management.

There are many famous casinos on the planet in another world, once a customer wins money at the table, they will immediately change dealers, and it is constantly changing until the casino sends the customer a disaster fee and then sends the customer away. The next time this guest comes back to this casino, or even to this casino, he will find that almost all the casinos are not allowed to enter.

Except for some private bets.

Any technology that could be used to win money will be guarded against by the casino. For example, the Australian gambling king, his best skill is to listen to the dice, and as a result, sound insulation and soft bags are added to the inside of the dice cups all over the world to prevent sound.

But here, in this world, there is nothing so cheap. Winning casino money and still wanting to be safe? One conclusion can be drawn from Hano's experience that this is pure dreaming.

Behind such a place with a strong ability to absorb gold, there are entanglements and involvement of the interests of all parties, the largest casino gold mine in Lyme City, on the surface, is the property of Santos, in fact, in addition to his own income, the monthly profits have to be distributed to the Marquis's Palace, Domingo, Angelo, and Lyme City Garrison, and he really does not fall into his pocket much, but definitely a lot.

In addition to this, there are two other casinos in Lime City, both of which belong to Santos. These casinos are like cash cows, which provide him with a lot of money to develop his power and bribe the powerful.

But today, there were some hiccups in the biggest casino gold mine, and the two high rollers had been winning like crazy. The most important thing is that many gamblers are following the trend of betting, and the scale and speed of the snowball are getting faster and faster, not only today's income is filled in, but even the income of the previous days has begun to spit out. The person in charge of the casino did not consider asking the two to leave, whether it was soft words or coercion, and some people even took out knives to let them die, but they just didn't leave, but made more arrogant bets.

If you deal with it when the signs are wrong at the beginning, forget it, but many gamblers have gathered to help these two people talk, and follow them to bet, but the casino can't play tricks. The most important thing in a casino is reputation, once the reputation is bad, no one dares to gamble, and the person in charge of the casino has to ask Santos for help.

This situation is not unprecedented, there are always a few lucky or particularly bad luck customers will become the bright light in the casino, but they will always lose, once they lose, the luck will be more than once, and finally win not only spit out, but also have to pay a lot of money out.

But the luck of these two people is really good, and there are too many gamblers kidnapped with their own luck, and dozens of hundreds of gold coins are taken by these people in every game, and the speed is still increasing.

Santos hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to go himself.

The Marquis of Andier's hospitality to Rossi is no longer a secret in the eyes of those who care about Lyme City, and everyone who should know knows it. Everyone knows that Andil is acting, but what he is acting in is not a play, it is an announcement, and it is a statement.

As the most direct enemy with Rossi, Santos felt chills in his heart, which meant that Rossi was already fighting him with a gold medal for avoiding death, how could he possibly win? He planned to pretend to be a turtle with a shrunken head for a while, and then transfer his share of the money and find an opportunity to run away directly.

To put it simply, he stopped playing.

Because there's no way to play.

But before that, he had to do things well, lest those people trouble him.

It was only twenty minutes from his manor to the gate outside Lyme, and he deliberately brought four good men with him, considering that there was absolutely no possible threat. These four people have experienced dozens of life-and-death battles since the creation of the Tiger Society, and they can be said to be the elite of a hundred battles. Usually training in the mountain villa, twenty or thirty people can't get close to them, and these four people, plus the weapons they are good at, don't dare to say that they can win against ten times the enemy, at least they can be undefeated.

Kimir told Santos to bring gunpowder with him just in case he was leaving, but Santos did not agree. This is a suburb outside of Lyme, and the use of gunpowder GUN here is likely to attract a garrison, and then it will be a big problem.

Kimir thought about it, and it was true, a powerful underworld force like Santos would not dare to use gunpowder, and no one else would dare to use gunpowder.

The five of them got on the horse, and Santos had a gloomy face, and the more troublesome it was, the more troublesome things came. He wondered how to concoct those two lucky guys, and the four of them sped behind him. About once you could see the city of Lyme after crossing a small high ground, several wagons pulling grain were in the middle for some unknown reason, and several shirtless men with two hot breaths in their nostrils carried the grain on the wagons next to them.

Santos glanced at it from afar, and the wheels of the carriage cracked. This kind of thing is not common but not uncommon, Greenland supplies nearly a quarter of the food needs of the empire, and there are caravans coming and going, and it is inevitable that some of the journeys are relatively long, and there is no time to repair them, and the result is an accident.

"Go around from the side. Santos swung his whip and tugged the reins in his hand, and the horse under his crotch turned his head along the way and ran towards the grass on the side.

Just when the five of them were about to bypass the wagon, the war horse under the crotch of the leading Santos suddenly neighed in pain, and the two front legs seemed to be nailed to the spot and shortened, and suddenly turned over and threw Santos out. The four men behind him didn't have time to pull the reins, and the horses under their crotches were the same, and as soon as their front knees were short, the whole horse turned out in front of them. The horses were all lying on the ground, their front legs were broken in two, the dark white bones pierced the skin and exposed to the air, and the forefeet of the five horses seemed to have been pulled off their legs by some force.

Several people were dizzy from being shaken, and when they reached the ground, they shook their heads, and their faces became extremely ugly as soon as they came back to their senses. All around them were pits larger than fists, varying in depth, at least half a foot deep.

Santos was furious in his heart, and the four fellows were also very alert, and immediately pulled out their weapons on horseback and pounced on the coolies who were carrying the grain on the side. Regardless of whether this matter has anything to do with them or not, there is no mistake in killing, and no one can be let go.

The coolies put down the food and looked at the three people who rushed to them stupidly, as if they were frightened and stupid, and they didn't have time to react to anything. Just as the three of them showed a hideous and terrifying smile, the smile that made people felt frightened suddenly froze, because they found that behind the cross-sectional carriage, there were four very ordinary-looking people, and they were holding a ...... of something called a gunpowder gun.

The bullet whizzed through the bodies of the men, and the bullet rolled out from behind, breaking through a bowl-sized cavity and causing a rain of blood.

Santos froze for a moment, then jerked his men in front of him to protect him, turned and ran. His mind was blank, no matter how calm or irritable he was on weekdays, no matter what emotions he had before, everything in his mind disappeared at this time, only to run!

Everything happened in a dozen or twenty seconds, and Santos's reflexes and decisiveness were indeed superhuman. From the moment he fell from his horse, he knew that he had been ambushed, so the three of his men did not hesitate to take their weapons and kill all living creatures nearby. But what I didn't expect was that the other party actually dared to use gunpowder GUN in a place close to the outer city gate?

People can't run faster than bullets.

A few more gunshots rang out behind him, and Santos only felt someone push him hard behind him, and the speed was faster, but he lost his center of gravity, staggered a few steps and threw himself on the ground like a dog eating.

He supported his arms on the ground and tried to get up, but he didn't know why he couldn't do it, his lungs were suddenly stimulated, he coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground in front of him. Blood was blocking his trachea, his chest twitched violently, he coughed and wheezed violently, and there was a feeling of suffocation.

He reluctantly rolled himself over, lay on the ground, rolled his eyes and stared at the few people who walked in with hungry wolf-like eyes, opened his mouth to say something, but was blocked by blood. Streams of blood gushed out with the convulsions of the alveoli, and bursts of dizziness rushed to his heart frantically, he raised his hand and pointed at the people who came tremblingly, not knowing what he wanted to express.

An ordinary-looking man in a small leather jacket walked up to him, stared at him with an expressionless face, and shoved the gun in his hand into Santos's mouth, and gently pulled the trigger.

And in the outer city, similar scenes happened at the same time,

The Tigers' vice-president, a brawny man known as Billy the Troll, was sitting in a tavern sipping fresh rum when the new waiter accidentally fell in front of him, the flask on his plate falling to the ground, and the spilled rum spilled his trouser legs. He stood up with a sullen face, kicked the waiter's feet violently, bent down and touched the hem of his trousers, and suddenly felt a sharp tearing pain in his waist, and before he could check the injury, the waiter's arm on the ground suddenly twisted, and the joint flipped and sent a dagger into his throat at a very awkward angle.

Two blocks away, Tiger Elder Murdoch, who had just finished his dashing walk from the brothel, hummed a little song and got into the carriage, and was just about to start leaving when someone knocked on the carriage door. He looked out of the window of the carriage door in confusion, and there stood a man in a trench coat and a wide-brimmed top hat, whose appearance was obscured by the brim. HE OPENED THE CAR DOOR TO ASK THE MAN WHAT HE WAS GOING TO DO, BUT HE SAW THE MAN TAKE OUT A HAND FROM THE TRENCH COAT THAT WAS COVERING HIS BODY AND PULL THE TRIGGER ON HIM. After that, he was afraid that he would not die, so he took out a dagger and plunged it into his chest.

Within an hour, the LTTE leadership was almost wiped out, and the gang that had been rampant in Lime City for more than a decade collapsed from top to bottom in an instant. Many members of the LTTE felt a sense of urgency as the storm hit, and they quickly left Lime City with their finances that they could take away.

At this time, the two crazy gamblers sitting in the casino glanced at each other, smiled and took out a GUN, and slapped it on the table.

One by one, the news converged and sent to Rosie's place, Rosie shrugged, from today onwards, Lyme City has the final say.