Chapter 510

Luo Luo Jiefu carried his briefcase up the steps under the guidance of the staff; those guys who looked like both greeters and security guards only escorted him to the end of the red carpet.

Further inside was not within the scope of their work.

Although the presence of these people, besides greeting guests, was also to protect the casino's safety, for the wealthy, seeing people who didn't belong to their circle wandering around them with weapons would trigger their unease.

Inside the entire casino, where there were gambling tables, there were no security guards, only waiters, dealers, and escort girls.

The moment Luo Luo Jiefu's first foot stepped into the lobby, a sweet-looking girl who appeared to be only twenty-three or twenty-four, wearing a long red dress, naturally took Luo Luo Jiefu's arm and led him toward the counter.

The main job of these escort girls was to accompany guests through a pleasant evening; the casino would tell guests that they did not provide solicitation services.

But at the same time, they would tell guests that if the guests used their charm to impress the escort girl, then they could take her away.

There was nothing more pleasing to these middle-aged men than winning money while also gaining a young, beautiful girl who admired them immensely!

The income of the escort girls mainly came from this aspect as well.

Tips and overnight fees.

It is said that the most one girl ever received was a twenty-thousand-dollar overnight fee just for sleeping with her client at the hotel!

This also made the quality of the escort girls here higher and higher; they might be university students, elite white-collar management from corporations, or even middle-class housewives in need of some extra income...

Before they even approached the counter, the two girls inside the counter bowed to Luo Luo Jiefu.

"Good evening, sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

They were standing, standing the whole time.

In such an occasion, there was no reason for distinguished clients to stand while lowly staff sat, so there were no chairs behind the counter; everyone had to stand, and once they stood, it was for six hours.

Standing for six hours every day brought them an income of about fifty dollars a month; it looked like a very hard job with low pay.

However, that was not the case; the salary income here was only the most insignificant part, and the real income came from tips.

From the ten or twenty-dollar bills guests carried to chips with a minimum denomination of one hundred dollars, if they were lucky, the tips they received each month were ten or dozens of times their salary.

If they were willing to put in some extra effort, the income was even higher.

They didn't need anyone to urge them; they would treat every guest as if they were God!

The gentleman who came in carried a leather case in his hand; he placed the case on the counter and pushed it in, "Exchange for chips."

The counter girl quickly opened the leather case; it was all twenty-dollar bills, each stack containing one hundred bills, which was two thousand dollars.

There were... twenty stacks here, which was forty thousand dollars.

Forty thousand dollars was considered a lot of gambling capital elsewhere, but here, it wasn't much.

Soon the chips were exchanged according to Luo Luo Jiefu's request; Luo Luo Jiefu noticed they put the empty briefcase aside and assigned it a "membership number"—there were quite a lot of cases there!

"Looks like there are quite a few people tonight."

The counter girl spread the counted chips out in a line on the red velvet mat, and only after the guest confirmed did she put them into the chip box, "Yes, today is the weekend, there are many people tonight!"

"These are your chips."

The guest dropped a twenty-dollar tip and, carrying the chip box, entered the casino amidst the girl's words of thanks.

He came to the window on the second floor and lit a cigarette...

In the distance, Lans saw Luo Luo Jiefu smoking by the window through binoculars; he pulled his mask down and tapped the driver's seat.

The modified motorcade broke through the curtain of shadows from the dark alley and charged into the moonlight; there were still cars on the street at night, just as lively as during the day, and this somewhat strange motorcade attracted the attention of some passersby.

But when they entered the Kodak Club, the attention dropped significantly.

Rich people were always like this, doing unexpected things.

Five cars lined up outside the club's main entrance; the employee responsible for greeting guests was stunned for a moment, but still responsibly went up to meet them.

Before he could get close, the car doors were all flung open with a bang; he hadn't even had time to react, his face full of astonishment, when Lans, after getting out of the car, raised his hand and fired a shot.

The weapon was equipped with a silencer; the people on the steps were hit one after another amidst the low-decibel gunshots and rolled down the steps.

Lans glanced at his watch while walking up the steps and tapped the face of it.

From now on, seven minutes!

He walked at the very front, taking two or three steps at a time, with the others following closely behind, each holding a silenced weapon.

Carrying silenced weapons was to delay the possibility of being discovered and reported to the police as much as possible.

In this situation, even if they could buy an extra ten or twenty seconds, for the subsequent pursuit, it could mean running an extra street corner further than the police and the Kodak family's pursuers.

A street corner might just be the key to shaking off the pursuers.

Several security guards wearing casino uniforms were walking toward this side near the grand, tall gate; they were stunned when they saw the masked people rushing up, and before their hands could touch their lapels, let alone the weapons at their waists, they fell to the ground and rolled down.

When Lans rushed into the main gate, although some staff members were looking out, they didn't have any sense of crisis and didn't notice anything.

This was the Kodak family's casino; no one would be so blind as to come here to cause trouble!

Until they saw these thugs with guns rush in.

Allen rushed to the counter, stuck explosives onto the glass wall, and turned on the switch; the others all hid.

Before the staff inside the counter realized what had happened, the sound of an explosion suddenly rang out!

The custom bulletproof glass curtain wall instantly shattered into a white wall under the impact of the explosion, and at the same time, a large hole was blown directly where the bomb was stuck!

Splattered glass fragments were everywhere.

At the same time, the alarm suddenly rang out.

This was not an underground casino; this was a licensed, legal federal casino, the kind that paid taxes.

Like a bank, it had a very reliable alarm system—

The alarm system had been invented when the telephone was invented; one only needed to press a button, and an electrical signal was sent to the office where the police station had dedicated personnel on duty.

They would call to ask if it was a false alarm; if it was, the duty officer would cancel the alarm.

If it wasn't a false alarm, the police station would dispatch officers to the scene.

If the call couldn't get through, they would also arrange for officers to go and check.

Banks, financial enterprises, and places where large amounts of cash might enter and exit were all connected to such alarm systems.

The moment the alarm rang, the police station had already received the report, and they would arrive here very soon!

Lans had thick gloves on his left hand; after tearing off a piece of glass debris that was about to fall, he took the lead and entered the counter.

The people inside the counter and behind the vault only then reacted; someone immediately wanted to push the vault door to close it, but it was a step too late, and Lans raised his hand and fired, with each person hit and falling.

Many people always choose the wrong behavior at the wrong time; for some companies, it really isn't worth it.

In just a few seconds, the vault door was brought under control.

At the same time, the people outside opened the counter door, and they pushed two small carts in.

Lans grabbed a travel bag from the small cart, pulled the zipper, and threw it to his feet; with one hand holding the travel bag, he used the other to sweep the neatly stacked money on the table into the bag.

The young people who followed in were all shocked by this scene—a room full of money, and gold bars!

They immediately joined the ranks of grabbing money!

Shi Dong upstairs was checking this month's ledger when suddenly he felt the house under his feet shake.

The room's soundproofing was very good; he didn't hear the explosion, but he immediately frowned.

He walked to the window and took a look; quite a few people in the casino lobby were moving toward the entrance, as if something had happened.

But he couldn't see from his position; he immediately picked up the phone, "What happened downstairs?"

The voice in the receiver was full of panic and unease, and some gunshots could be heard, "Someone used a bomb to blow open the counter..."

"Fuck!"

"Get someone to stop them!"

The person on the phone was stunned for a moment—how to stop them?

Use their bodies to stop them?

"We are trying!"

"Fuck!", Shi Dong felt terrible; he ran back behind his desk, took out the spare pistol and magazine from the drawer, kicked the door open, and ran toward the stairs.

The elevator would take a while; running was faster now.

The lobby was already in chaos; gunshots were the thing these rich people feared the most!

They had money, power, and social status; they lived in this world to enjoy life!

And bullets just happened to be able to take away everything they had!

Looking at the panicked, frightened, and flustered clients, and then glancing at the entrance where the exchange of fire was happening, Shi Dong could only grit his teeth and start to soothe these guests.

He knew very well that even if he went to the entrance, he wouldn't be able to change anything.

He wasn't some superhero who could face bullets that were enough to kill him.

He wasn't some super sharpshooter either, where every bullet could take away an enemy.

He was just an ordinary gang leader; his marksmanship wasn't very accurate, and he couldn't take a bullet or two. Joining the battlefield wouldn't bring direct change, but instead might make the situation worse—

Those security guards and gunmen would need to be distracted to look after him; after all, if he died, Gao Li and Ban Di would go crazy!

At this time, the travel bag at Lans's feet was already almost full; he zipped it up and threw it back into the car, followed by the second bag.

Inside the vault were tables, one after another, filled with neatly stacked banknotes; the smell of corrupt money floated throughout the entire space!

He took a moment to glance at his watch; there was one and a half minutes of safety time left...

Four police cars left the police station and sped toward the club; they sounded their sirens, and many cars on the road took the initiative to pull over.

This actually had nothing to do with the quality of the federal people; they just didn't want to cause trouble—

If they didn't take the initiative to clear the road and it led to the failure of stopping the crime, it was possible that the prosecutor or the victim would take them to court.

They were afraid of becoming defendants and having to spend a large amount of money to respond to the lawsuit, so they avoided it; it wasn't that they had a high spiritual realm.

However, in the world outside the Federation, they would say that this was the noble sentiment cultivated by the sweet air here.

A thin, weak man took a big gulp of alcohol; he was like a bamboo pole, so thin that he was already unrecognizable.

But he had a very big belly, and the skin on his belly was stretched so tight due to the enormous size that one could clearly see the blood vessels.

As the alcohol went down his throat, his eyes turned slightly red; he watched the police lights approaching from afar and floored the accelerator.

Just as the truck and the police cars were about to pass each other, he jerked the steering wheel!

The truck's front swerved violently, carrying a truckload of heavy cargo and crashing into the first police car.

The police car's driver couldn't react in time and was hit head-on.

The car body began to compress and squeeze in an instant, sparks flashed on the ground, and the following police cars even rear-ended each other and stopped together.

Finally, the truck pushed the first police car and crashed into a telephone booth on the side of the road; even so, the front wheels were still spinning constantly...

The two young people on the side of the road took a look and left silently, leaving only a few police officers who had crawled out of the police cars, their heads broken and bleeding, looking shocked and dazed, asking for help there.

The officers quickly reported the news here to the police station, and the police radio immediately began to dispatch; some officers went to support the accident scene, while others went to support the casino.

It was very clear that these events were highly likely to be related!

In the casino, several large bags of money were piled on the small cart, and another cart was piled with quite a few gold bars; Lans glanced at his watch—it was about time.

He said "retreat," and everyone immediately stopped, threw the things onto the small cart, and walked outside.

Lans walked at the end; he stood at the entrance, picked up a Molotov cocktail placed there, lit it, and threw it into the vault, followed by the second, the third...

The entire vault instantly erupted into a huge fire; the raging flames ignited all the banknotes that hadn't been taken away in time, and even some works of art!

Some gamblers who lost until they were desperate would also bring art from home to exchange for chips.

The casino provided art mortgage services, but the price wouldn't be very high.

The raging flames swallowed everything inside; Lans took one last look and, without looking back, pushed the cart away together.

Finally, Lans took out two grenades and threw them into the lobby, blocking the pursuers.

The violent explosion finally made people realize that the casino was being robbed!

They rushed down the steps, threw the travel bags into the cars, pushed the cart loaded with gold bars directly into the car, and the five cars turned around and immediately drove away.

At this time, the large iron gate had been closed, but it had no practical significance against these modified cars; it was directly rammed open, and the five cars rushed into the driveway and drove toward the outskirts of the city...

Hunter had just finished his evening social engagement when he was alarmed by a call from the police station; he directly had an officer drive him to the Kodak family's casino, and the scene was already in a mess.

About ten minutes after he arrived, Ban Di and Gao Li also arrived here, both smelling of alcohol.

When Ban Di got out of the car, the fire in the vault had already been extinguished.

Three fire trucks were pouring water into the vault; the flames didn't last long before they were extinguished.

Ban Di looked down at the water flowing down from the steps and a piece of banknote fragment the size of a thumb.

Everything around it had been burned to ashes, leaving only a "20" still clearly visible; he bent down and picked up this twenty-dollar "remnant" from the water, "How much did we lose?"

Shi Dong felt a sense of fear for the first time; he didn't know how to answer this question.

Another car also stopped nearby; Fleming also came over, smelling of alcohol, and he couldn't believe it as he looked at everything before him, "What happened?"

But now, no one could answer his question.

Shi Dong lowered his head and said, "About five or six million, and some art and gold..."

Ban Di's body swayed, and Gao Li immediately supported him so he wouldn't fall; if he measured his blood pressure now, he would find that his blood pressure had gone off the charts!

Actually, the money Lans and the others took away wasn't a lot in the total loss; the real loss was the fire Lans set before leaving, which directly burned up most of the remaining banknotes and art.

This was no longer a simple matter of losing seven or eight or eight or nine million; they had lost this money, which meant this money was already gone.

At the same time, they also needed to pay at least two or three million in "gambling capital" tonight; those guests who exchanged money for chips would surely soon demand to exchange the chips back into cash!

They also had to take out an extra sum of money to redeem these chips; their losses were huge!

After more than ten seconds, Ban Di's condition improved slightly, "Who did it?"

Hunter, who was standing to the side, also refocused his attention, pricking up his ears to eavesdrop.

"Not clear; they were wearing masks, no one spoke, and no one saw who they were."

"However, I suspect...", Shi Dong glanced at Ban Di, "... it might have been Lans and his people."

Ban Di frowned and learned about the whole process; he already had a guess; in fact, everyone had a guess—the Lans family.

Only they were most likely to do this; the Kodak family had been established in Jin Gang Cheng for so many years, and except for the early days when someone dared to challenge them, no one had tried to challenge them for many years.

If there was anyone who could break the rules of this city, then there was only one possibility: Lans and his people!

Ban Di turned his head to look at Hunter; Hunter was a bit embarrassed because he was very close to this group of people, obviously eavesdropping.

"Did you hear that?"

"We have a suspect; the most important thing you should do now is to arrest them!"