Chapter 602: Talents Emerging

After ten o'clock at night, those who went out have returned one after another, some of whom were still cursing.

They went to the casino.

Coming to New Jincheng, it is difficult not to take a look at the New Jincheng Casino. In the federal travel magazine, the New Jincheng Casino has become a must-visit project for coming to New Jincheng.

Even if you don't gamble, you have to go in and play, and see one of the largest casinos on the East Coast.

See the life of debauchery!

Think about it, from the moment you enter the lobby, there are young and beautiful girls and handsome boys. They wear clothes specially tailored for them by the company, maximizing the advantages of their figures.

Whether it is a male companion or a female companion, they can give every guest who comes here the greatest and most extreme enjoyment!

Everywhere you look, there are players squandering money. The concept of wealth here is really like what is said in those books, just a meaningless number.

But everyone's mind is crazy and manic around these numbers!

Every day, many wealth miracles are staged here, such as "20 dollars into the casino, 20,000 dollars brought out", which are a bunch of sayings locally, all pointing to this huge casino.

This is a place of miracles, but it is also a place of sadness. Every day, many people lose their last cent here, and even borrow usury, and then lose the usury money too.

But no matter what, as long as you come to New Jincheng, you should come and take a look, turn around.

So these motorcycle guys and gang members from the north, those who are interested in gambling, also went to the New Jincheng Casino, where they felt the feeling of blood boiling in their blood vessels!

From time to time, the happy and manic laughter of a player came to their ears, or the questioning of some people who were unwilling to accept the results.

Everyone's mind changed with the gambling tools in the dealer's hands.

Just like this afternoon and evening, this group of people basically lost everything.

"Fuck, that dealer definitely tampered with the poker. He's been winning!", someone still couldn't help complaining. He had been complaining all the way!

The people around him were also complaining, but they were complaining about another thing, "Why don't we have Lanse Poker over there?"

"Is this a game they just launched?"

"This is so fun, much more interesting than those other pokers."

"Did you see that hand at seat four?"

"He caught a single card, but scared away the biggest pair. This is so interesting!"

"Luck is no longer the key to victory or defeat, there is also the psychological contest of gambling. This kind of game should really be popularized quickly!"

Others among them also played Lanse Poker, and they all liked this way of playing very much.

The contest of intelligence made them feel that they were not fools. If someone could scare away other people's big cards through some intimidation and other means, then they would be even happier!

They discussed everything in the casino, and even forgot the fact that they hadn't eaten dinner yet.

Strong mental stimulation made them unable to feel any hunger. They only thought about those wonderful game competitions one after another.

A group of people returned to the hotel. The hotel here is very cheap, only needing 20 cents to get a bed. Each room has eight beds because this is an industrial zone.

The most people in the industrial zone are not rich people, but ordinary people who work here or are looking for work.

At the same time, the flow of people here is not small, and it is very mixed.

There are locals, illegal immigrants and legal immigrants, and now there are refugees.

Living here will not attract so much attention, and no one will care why these people who look hard to mess with appear here.

After they all went in, a guy who was watching came out of the car, walked to the phone booth, and dialed a number.

About ten minutes later, more than a dozen cars came here.

It is late at night now, and Lanse also came to see it by the way. Of course, he will be on the periphery, not running inside.

As they surrounded the hotel, one of them walked into the courtyard next to it and found the motorcycles of those motorcycle guys.

Although these motorcycles have keys, the keys of this period can only prevent gentlemen, not villains.

The locksmith just took two special tools and poked them in the keyhole, and soon one of the motorcycles was pried open.

"Stay away.", a newly appointed captain instructed. After watching the locksmith leave a distance, he stepped on the starter hard and added some throttle at the same time.

In the rumbling sound of the motorcycle engine, it was started.

The "tongtongtong" sound sprayed by the exhaust pipe spread very far in the quiet night. Several rooms on the second floor of the hotel that had already turned off the lights suddenly lit up, and vague cursing could be heard.

Immediately after, several windows were pushed open, and the black shadow riding on the motorcycle twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle drove out of the parking lot.

"Fuck, someone is stealing our car!"

Several people took things and ran downstairs, and Qiaodeng also woke up from his drowsy sleep.

He rubbed his eyes, walked to the window, and took a look outside. It was dark outside and he couldn't see anything, but he could vaguely hear some sounds.

"What's wrong?", he asked.

Someone under him smiled and said, "A motorcycle was stolen. I don't know whose it is."

The cars they drove over were the property of the gang, but those motorcycles were personal property.

So those who rode over were so angry and worried, and Qiaodeng couldn't help but show a smile.

Before coming, he said, don't ride a motorcycle for such a long distance.

But these people just wouldn't listen. They just wanted to have a ride that says go!

It took so much time on the way, also because of these sons of bitches, either the tire blew out, or there was no gas on the way, and they had to drive to the gas station to get the gas back and add it to them.

Or they were blown by the wind and had to reduce the speed, otherwise they would have arrived in New Jincheng long ago.

"Deserve it!", Qiaodeng said, returned to his bed, and lay down again.

This kind of thing will only happen in New Jincheng. In northern cities, many people know the Angel Lake, and those motorcycles have the Angel Lake logo on them.

Any thief, as long as his brain is not problematic, will not randomly steal the property of the Angel Lake.

Not to mention that no one will accept these motorcycles, unless they don't intend to live.

These violent gang groups treat those who are "not afraid" of them, often very extreme, it seems that only in this way can everyone be afraid of them.

But here, they don't have such a big reputation, and not even a few people know them.

"Holy crab, my car was stolen, he hasn't gone far yet, brothers chase after him!"

The riders immediately rode their motorcycles and chased after the place where the engine sound came from in the distance. The lights in the rooms on the second floor were turned off again.

They didn't feel any sense of crisis, just felt... this was a small episode.

When those who rode motorcycles went far away, those who surrounded the hotel began to approach the hotel. Hiram didn't rush to the front line either, although he wanted to, but he also knew that he was actually not very suitable to rush to the front line anymore.

As the scale of the Lanse family gets bigger and bigger, everyone's status, power, and influence are rising.

What they represent is not just themselves, but also those "small groups" around them.

For example, the low-level gang members who came in this action are all people who have a good relationship with him and their group.

When Hiram goes on a mission, he will take the initiative to find them, and they are also willing to follow Hiram and work.

The scale of the family is constantly expanding. While expanding, it seems that one after another invisible walls have appeared, separating some people from others.

Initially, when there were only Lanse, Elvin, and Ethan, there were only twenty or so people in total.

Everyone is a brother, and they are very familiar with each other and know each other very well.

But now, they can't recognize everyone, and even many gang members they haven't even heard of.

The formation of small groups is also something that will inevitably happen in the expansion of the family.

In order to ensure the future of these people who work hard with him, Hiram also began to restrain his impulses.

The group of people he can value are also ruthless characters.

Except for those guarding outside, everyone else took weapons and entered the hotel quietly.

The hotel owner who was dozing off saw the shadows shaking. He was just about to cheer up and ask if he needed accommodation or had other needs, but suddenly a spirit, all the sleepiness disappeared!

Those people's indifferent eyes looked at him as if looking at a dead person, and one of the young men made a silent gesture, accompanied by a "shh" sound.

The owner immediately covered his mouth, indicating that he would not make a sound. He noticed that those people had red armbands on their sleeves, and his fear dissipated a lot.

Never heard that Lanse's people would hurt those innocent people, unless they provoked them first.

The owner didn't think he would offend the Lanse family, so tonight, everything has nothing to do with him.

He let go of his hand and said softly, "Do you need me to cooperate?"

The young man smiled and shook his head, "You just sit there."

They went upstairs while talking. When those people turned on the lights just now, they had already remembered those rooms. They came to the corridor, and there were faint snoring sounds all around.

But not all. If you listen carefully, you can also hear the humming sounds of some people.

Some refugee women who couldn't find work nearby work here. Each time they only need one dollar or even just a few cents. This price is very cheap even in the port area.

For workers engaged in heavy physical labor every day, they are actually used to the fatigue of the body, mainly the fatigue of the mind.

Can't see the future, everything is shrouded in black smoke from the chimney, and there is no light in life.

They need to vent, they need some stimulation.

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And these women in need of help in these cheap hotels have become their best choice.

They helped others and received moral rewards, and at the same time solved the psychological pressure by venting. Everyone got what they wanted—

The hotel owner rented a single room, those refugee ladies got a wealth that could ensure that she and her family were full, and those workers also reduced their inner anxiety.

No one suffered losses here, everyone got what they wanted, and society became stable because of this, but the federal government thinks this is wrong and illegal.

But those old men use the power in their hands to do similar things, but it has become romantic. Sometimes I really don't understand this world, which side is real.

The young man's hand was gripped on the doorknob. He looked at his companions outside the other two doors and gestured with his hand.

Three...

Two...

One!

The three of them twisted the doors of the rooms at the same time (because someone went out, so they didn't lock the doors), and turned on the lights in the rooms at the same time.

The people lying in the room were illuminated by the dazzling light again. Some people cursed and turned their heads to lie with their backs to the light, and some people covered their eyes directly with their arms.

But there were also people who sat up in a temper.

"Can you fucking...", he suddenly stopped talking, because in front of him was not his companion, but a pistol.

The black muzzle was aimed at his head.

At this moment, his heart was agitated, but it was also calm. He didn't even have the action of looking for his pistol, just looking at the person who held the pistol at him.

He wanted to ask if he could smoke a cigarette before dying, but the next second, the bullet lifted half of his face, and he fell onto the bed board with a thud.

The sound of gunfire can spread very far at night.

The first gunshot was like a signal, and soon intense gunfire sounded, but it only lasted for a while, less than ten seconds.

Then everything returned to calm.

Everyone in the hotel was awakened, but no one dared to make a sound.

In those rooms at the end of the corridor, those people who were still humming just now also closed their mouths at this moment.

The young man held a pistol and looked around. His eyes fell on a slightly trembling arm.

He walked to the bed with the gun. The person on the bed was shot twice in the chest, eyes closed, motionless, and even his chest had no ups and downs, as if he were really dead.

But strangely, his hand was still trembling slightly, trembling uncontrollably.

He looked at that person, and it happened that he blocked the light shining on the face of this "corpse", just looking at it.

Time is sometimes fast, but sometimes slow, just like this moment.

After a stalemate of about ten seconds, the "corpse" finally couldn't bear the huge pressure and opened his eyes suddenly, but what greeted him was another bullet.

The young man checked again before putting the pistol away.

Soon someone came up with a corpse bag to pack the corpse. These corpses will be dealt with overnight and will not become the source of panic among citizens.

Now Lanse attaches great importance to the "experience" of citizens.

This kind of work definitely doesn't need the young man to do it himself. He walked downstairs, lit a cigarette, turned his head to look at the boss, and walked over.

"Broken your bed and wallboard, and might have to trouble you to deal with those bedding and clean up the bloodstains."

The young man chewed on the cigarette, narrowed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and let the cigarette butt of the cigarette point upward, not letting the smoke emitted by the cigarette butt smoke his eyes.

Being smoked by cigarette smoke is very uncomfortable, spicy, and very uncomfortable.

He took a stack of banknotes from his pocket, all five-dollar ones. He counted ten of them and placed them on the table, "Including the cost of their accommodation."

The boss was not afraid and was still pushing back, "Too much, don't need so much."

The young man reached out and took off the cigarette from his mouth, revealing a big white tooth, "You'd better accept it."

The boss's expression stiffened, but looking at the smiling expression on the other side, he sighed, "Okay...", he took the money and was silent for two seconds, "Thank you."

The young man raised his hand and waved, walking toward the outside.

He walked to a car parked diagonally across the road, flicked the cigarette he had only smoked more than half of, then bent down and looked at the back seat of the car, "boss, done."

"Is anyone hurt?", Lanse asked.

The young man shook his head, "No, they didn't even have time to react."

Lanse nodded slightly, "Well done."

The young man was very humble, "It is our honor to serve you!"

Lanse laughed, "Do things well, everyone has a chance!"

At the same time, the few motorcycles that chased out finally blocked the car thief in a remote open space, and the car thief also stopped the car and stood there.

"Fuck, keep running!"

The guy whose car was stolen stepped down from the back seat of his companion's motorcycle, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and prepared to go up and give this car thief some color to see.

But the next second, many car headlights suddenly lit up, making him unable to help but narrow his eyes. Those people behind him also narrowed their eyes. Their eyes could not adapt to the strong light so quickly.

However, they didn't have a chance to adapt either.

A few seconds later, the sound of gunfire rang out.

The car thief just stood there, watching silently as those people were shot into sieves.

After the gunfire ended, he walked to the side of the corpse of the person who walked toward him, bent down and picked up the dagger in his hand, with an expression of "I like this thing very much" on his face.

Then he also pulled down the scabbard and put it in his hand.

He walked to the side of the road and dialed the number of another phone booth.

In the dark night, the opposite of the hotel where the intense gunfight had just broken out was quiet without a single sound.

The phone booth on the side of the road suddenly rang, making some people who were already afraid feel a sense of inexplicable creepiness.

The phone was connected quickly and hung up quickly. The person who answered the phone returned to Lanse's car and bent down, "boss, those riders have all been dealt with."

Lanse nodded slightly again, then looked at the driver in the front seat, "Go back."

The vehicle started slowly, and several other cars not far away also started, forming a motorcade with Lanse's car, and disappeared into the night of New Jincheng...

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