A grand slam game allowed Jiang Yang to win 4 billion baht.

The chips were quickly gathered in front of them under the diligence of several girls, and they were piled up like a hill.

Xu Kui arranged a few words with his subordinates in a low voice, and there was a slight commotion in the Grand Slam gambling hall manor.

In the basement of the secondary building, many people with guns quietly moved towards the main building.

Half of these people with guns are Chinese, and there are also a few Southeast Asian men who can't tell their nationality.

They were supposed to be guarding the piglets in the basement, but as if they had received some kind of order, they rushed towards the main building.

Twenty seconds after leaving, the grass stirred.

Zu Shengdong waved his hand lightly, and someone picked the lock.

The lock was quickly opened, and a Southeast Asian man was startled and just wanted to raise his gun.

"Poof!"

The black special combatant was quick with his eyes and hands, and raised his hand to shoot right in the eyebrows.

The pistol was loaded with a silencer, and the muffled sound sounded like a sharp knife stabbed in plastic sheeting.

Harsh and dull.

Despite the silencer, the sound of the shots still attracted the attention of the few caretakers left in the basement.

"Poof!"

"Poof!!"

The basement was full of fire, and it was all dark.

The Black Hawk operatives had already figured out the structure of the entire basement, as if they had suddenly appeared behind the various outposts.

These people didn't say anything long-winded, they raised their guns and hit them, and they were all fatal with one blow.

Before the guards could even react, a blood hole the size of a baby's fist appeared above their heads.

I didn't even have time to hum and went to see Hades.

The narrow passage was filled with the smell of blood, and the escorts of seven or eight grand slams became seven or eight corpses.

One of the guards was lying in a pool of blood with a walkie-talkie in his hand, wide-eyed and wide-mouthed.

He didn't seem to know what was happening when he was dying.

"Hey?"

"Six sons!"

"Is something wrong?"

On the intercom, it was another man's voice.

All the Black Hawk agents looked at Zu Shengdong.

Zu Shengdong took a step forward, half-squatted on the ground, and looked at the walkie-talkie.

"Six sons?"

The walkie-talkie makes a sound on the ground.

Zu Shengdong said lightly: "It's okay, the signal is misfrequent."

"Oh."

"Liuzi, why is your voice a little wrong today?"

The sound of the walkie-talkie continued.

Zu Shengdong didn't reach out to touch the walkie-talkie, still calm: "I have a cold."

"Damn, you're so empty."

The voice on the walkie-talkie was full of jokes: "It's so hot in Laos, you can still catch a cold, are you playing too much with girls."

"Liuzi, let me tell you, the younger the girl, the more energy is consumed."

"In the future, the Grand Slam will come again to the fifteen or sixteen Lao girl, you don't touch it again, give it to your brother, haha!"

Zu Shengdong sneered and waved his hand towards the board behind him.

Ban Cun signaled, and began to search room by room with the Black Hawk special combatants.

"Sixth son, something may happen today."

"Today, a young master from China came and won the jackpot in the Grand Slam Hall, guess how much?"

Zu Shengdong squatted on the ground, stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, touched his pocket, and found no fire.

He took out a lighter from the corpse on the side and lit it, looked at the walkie-talkie and didn't speak.

"Four billion chips, all let one person win."

The sound of the intercom continues.

Zu Shengdong took a cigarette in his mouth and smoked heavily.

"I'm afraid this man won't be able to leave."

"Brother Kui has already said just now, this young master Kuo brought more than a dozen people with him when he came today, and they all had guns."

"With Brother Kui's temper, he will most likely leave him to continue playing in the arena, when he owes money to the gambling hall, when will he let him go."

"If this young master wants to go hard, it is estimated that he will die again at night."

On the other end of the intercom, there was a chat.

Zu Shengdong listened with relish, and the thick smoke spit out.

"Sixth son, do you still have chips, lend me 50,000."

"My hands are itchy, and I want to touch a few handfuls after I finish my work at night."

Zu Shengdong nodded after hearing this: "Yes, come and get it."

"Great, are you still in the basement, I'll get it for you!"

The other end of the walkie-talkie was very excited, so he hung up the channel.

Zu Shengdong stretched out his hand to cut off the signal, and then extinguished the cigarette butt.

Get up and walk towards the door outside the passage.

In the dark, Zu Shengdong took out a military steel knife from his waist, faintly exuding a cold glow.

Outside the gate, a jeep suddenly stopped at the door.

A man in a Laotian military uniform appeared to be a leader in the jeep.

The soldier who was stationed at the sentry was shocked when he saw the man's attire and immediately made a sign of respect.

The leader had a serious face and said something in Laotian.

The soldier at the sentry nodded and immediately took out the walkie-talkie.

After a while, all the soldiers who were stationed outside the courtyard gathered together and stood in two rows.

If you look closely, there are hundreds of people. The man returned to the jeep.

Then the jeep started, and all the soldiers ran away with the jeep.

1 minute after the departure of the Lao soldiers.

Dense shadows appeared in the darkness.

Those who were gradually exposed to the light were foreign men in uniform black combat uniforms.

They were well-armed and athletic, and the medallion on their chest was engraved with the same totem.

It is a black eagle soaring with its wings spread.

The Black Hawk operatives are well-trained and fast-moving.

They seemed to have been familiar with the environment for a long time, and they unknowingly stood on the posts that originally belonged to those Lao soldiers.

With a gun on his back, stand straight.

In just three minutes, all the checkpoints, patrols, and security guards in the entire Grand Slam Manor have all been replaced.

In the darkness, an atmosphere of unease has crept over the entire manor......

Inside the main building, the Grand Slam gambling hall is still brightly lit and extravagant.

The most eye-catching thing is the arrogant young man with a cigarette in his mouth.

Jiang Yang's suit has always been so neat and clean, as smooth as he just bought.

He grabbed the chips in both hands and threw them at the women beside him.

The women screamed and threw themselves on the ground to snatch them.

The smile on Jiang Yang's face was exaggerated, and he took a puff of cigarette, as if he was very proud.

As everyone knows, there are already fragmentary footsteps outside the Grand Slam Hall, and many guys with guns have surrounded this place.

The rest of his eyes saw the strange appearance outside, all of them were fresh faces.

But Jiang Yang's face still did not change, and he reached out to the woman named Sisi.

Sisi threw herself into Jiang Yang's arms, reached out and gently stroked the chest inside his coat.

"What's so much fun?"

Jiang Yang looked at her and asked.

Si Si smiled, "What do you want to play?"

Her hands were very dishonest, constantly rubbing inside Jiang Yang's clothes.

Jiang Yang said: "Consumption."

Then he pointed to the chips on the table: "Take me here to spend."

"When you run out of money, when you leave."

Sisi was surprised when she heard this, and then covered her mouth and smiled: "Then it depends on how you want to consume."

"If you want to spend on your sisters, then I'm afraid you won't be able to spend it all in your life......

The fragrance was everywhere, and she was closer.

At this time, the woman didn't seem to be so cold, but there were bursts of heat coming from her.

Jiang Yang smiled: "It's too slow, I want to play something exciting."