Chapter 58

The suited, bespectacled man froze for a moment at those words, then remembered — the gun in the Northeasterner's hand really wasn't chambered.

So he immediately stepped back diagonally, using the other man's body to block the shooting lane of the Cantonese guy inside who had a gun, and swiftly reached into his chest to draw his own weapon.

But Ceng Hongbing reacted even faster.

Originally his personality was the fairly good sort — normally if he could avoid trouble he would, and moreover he was overseas now, in a foreign land, even less willing to stir up trouble.

But the situation left no choice; since a fight had already started, what was the point of shrinking back!

Who doesn't know how to chamber a pistol?

Isn't it just pulling the slide back! Even if you don't know how, never used one, you've surely seen it in movies!

In the movies, Wolf Warrior Jing even chambers a round with his foot!

What a simple thing!

So he directly grabbed the slide and yanked it back hard, successfully chambered a round, then aimed at the gun-drawing bespectacled man and opened fire without any hesitation! *Bang* — one shot struck the bespectacled man's right shoulder; though nervous, the muzzle still jumped violently because he hadn't gripped it steady, and his wrist wasn't used to it.

But at this distance, aiming for the shoulder meant absolutely no chance of hitting the neck, and even if it did hit the neck, so be it!

The bespectacled man screamed and toppled to the ground, face pale as paper from fright — or possibly from pain.

After dropping the opponent with one shot, Ceng Hongbing immediately went over, reached into his pocket and pulled out a Glock.

The whole sequence happened in a flash, clean and crisp — so crisp that the two little brothers with injured palms behind the bespectacled man didn't even dare move.

With this shot, Hui Ge knew his chance was gone, and he sighed dejectedly.

He had thought the Northeasterner wouldn't know how to use a gun; the bespectacled kid draws, only two outcomes.

One: the Cantonese guy beside me who can shoot would definitely take out the bespectacled kid — after all his gun was already chambered, reaction faster, already evident from those two shots just now.

The moment the muzzle left my forehead, I'd have a chance to roll, grab the gun under the table, hide my body under the table, create a chance to counterattack successfully.

This was the reaction and confidence honed in over a decade in the gang.

The other outcome: the bespectacled kid successfully draws, kills the Northeastern partner, and the Cantonese guy's gun would leave my head to return fire at the more dangerous bespectacled kid — at that moment I'd likewise have a chance to get the gun and hide under the table.

The bespectacled kid did exactly that, and did it well, but ultimately still wasn't faster than the other guy!

But now, it's all for nothing! The Northeasterner's bearing — indeed he'd never handled a gun, but natural talent, fast reaction, controlled the situation in one move.

It's over!

Ceng Hongbing breathed heavily, sweat beading on the tip of his nose.

Before firing, his heart pounded like it would burst from his throat; the instant he fired the first shot he still felt a bit dizzy — the sensation of hot blood rushing to the head.

But after firing, he felt changed.

Though still breathing hard — still nervous, of course, plus adrenaline — and feeling a layer of cold sweat all over.

Yet, aside from the panting and cold sweat, his gaze toward Chen Yaozu held excitement.

"Yaozu, since guns are drawn, there's no turning back on this.

Today either they die or we die! But even if we die, we'll take a few backups with us.

Kill them all!"

Actually Ceng Hongbing is like many honest folk back home — endures and endures before acting, but once pushed past endurance and commits, he goes for the kill! Even a rabbit bites when cornered!

Moreover, an ethnicity with warlike blood flowing in its veins.

Ceng Hongbing's mind now held no other thought, just waiting for Chen Yaozu to give the word — he'd immediately blast these three. One makes it even, two is profit!

From Chen Yaozu shooting the two little brothers' palms off, to Ceng Hongbing picking up the gun, racking the slide, chambering, and firing — actually not much time passed; by now the people outside the casino finally reacted.

The gamblers exploded — dozens of people diving under tables or into corners, movements crisp, as if well-practiced.

As for the dealers and the little brothers on the side, twenty-odd people, they actually very experiencedly swiftly drew hardware from various spots and surrounded the place.

Holy cow! Even under the gambling tables there are guns stashed.

Looking out through the office glass, you could see these casino little brothers — some holding pistols, some Remington shotguns, some Uzi submachine guns, even AKs.

Uzis make sense — compact, high rate of fire — but AKs in America?

That's a bit niche!

An M16 would be more reliable than using an AK in America, right!

These armed little brothers, very experiencedly, swiftly divided tasks, forming a layered encirclement facing the office.

Chen Yaozu clicked his tongue, thinking: looks like the gang doesn't fight fire fights often — these little brothers have forged combat experience, even know how to maximize firepower.

Seeing the outside little brothers react so fast, instantly feeling the advantage was his, Hui Ge's dejected expression flipped in an instant, confidence somewhat recovering: "Cantonese kid, first time shooting a person today, right!

Not bad, actually — marksmanship's pretty good, two shots neither missed.

But look at you panting like a bellows — though not shaking like the Northeasterner, you don't dare shoot the head or chest.

Only dare shoot hands — haven't killed anyone, have you!"

He grew more confident as he spoke:

"Young people doing things must think thrice before acting.

You've only got four snatched pistols, and you're rookies — kill us and walk out, dozens of big guys outside can turn you into sieves, this is a dead end!

Better to stop while ahead!

Each take a step back, I won't hold today's offense against you, you pretend today never happened, how about it?"

Actually he was terrified inside — these are two rookies! Not jianghu people — afraid they really think death is fine as long as they take a backup, and just open fire.

Chen Yaozu glanced at him, said faintly: "I don't trust you!"

These days he'd gotten a general read on these triads — because of language, activity scope, and social circles, those they harm, oppress, secretly rob, swindle and cheat — are all their own people.

Chen Yaozu was certain: if he let this guy walk out this room, he'd absolutely be turned into a sieve.

"Exactly!"

Ceng Hongbing's eyes were somewhat bloodshot, yet shone with excitement and madness: "Kill them, go all out with the ones outside — I've never been in a gunfight in my life! One last thrill before death, worth it!"

He truly thought so — just a common citizen!

Normally, if he can endure, he endures; after all, he still has to make a living.

But once he goes all out, it's the kind where he stakes his own life and doesn't care anymore.

This is actually the same thinking as Chen Yaozu's original self: kill them, and the opposite side will go home and end themselves.

Since that's the case, might as well fight to heart's content; after all, deep in the Eastern People's core, they are basically a race that rejoices at the prospect of battle!

(Chapter End)