I like you, my nature is hard to change

Chapter 71: Deadly?

"Yes, I have something to say, little brother." The smile on the middle-aged man's face was almost uglier than crying. He was controlling his body not to shake too much, but he was still shaking like a sieve, and the sweat on his forehead followed the shaking. body and fall.

"What?" Mo Zishu asked knowingly, a playful smile flashed in his eyes, and the hand on the man's neck did not relax at all.

"Little brother, it's because I don't know Taishan with my eyes. I shouldn't treat you like this. Just, just let me go." The middle-aged man's voice was trembling, and his throat was so uncomfortable that he seemed to be at any time. deprived of all oxygen.

"You can see how much enjoyment they have on their expressions. It's not because of you. Why don't you give it a try?" Mo Zishu whispered in the middle-aged man's ear, like a demon who found a fun game and couldn't bear it. Let go in general.

The middle-aged man fell silent for a moment.

"Boss, boss." At this moment, a waiter broke in and shouted in panic when he saw this scene.

The middle-aged man just glanced at the waiter and didn't take it seriously. After all, he couldn't pin his hopes on a waiter who could only hold a wine glass and look at the gaming table.

"Why didn't you let him save you?" Mo Zishu looked at the waiter who had barged in, and the smile on her mouth couldn't be restrained. It was really a coincidence that she could barge in under such special circumstances at this time. It's not big.

The middle-aged man ignored Mo Zishu's words, what should he do now?
"Let go of our boss." The waiter stood not far from Mo Zishu and looked around briefly with his eyes. Seeing that the four bodyguards were still lying on the ground, he was shocked by the skill of the short man in front of him.

The next moment, the waiter took out a pocket pistol from his waist and aimed it in Mo Zishu's direction.

The middle-aged man thought that the opportunity had come, and his eyes lit up when he saw the waiter take out the gun.

"Save me, save me quickly, save me, and I'll give you money, as much as you want." The middle-aged man began to struggle, the veins on his forehead and neck were swollen, his eyes were red as if the next moment he and you will be saved.

Mo Zishu didn't show any signs of panic now, her black baseball cap was buttoned on top of her head to cover her playful eyes, and the other hand holding the middle-aged man's body had an extra hand from the sleeve. The hairpin slid down, and the fingertips gently slid over the front end of the hairpin. The original round head of the hairpin instantly became sharp, and it touched the middle-aged man's waist.

The middle-aged man who was already in a state of excitement did not notice that there was a sharp blade on his waist, and his eyes were shining brightly looking at the waiter with the gun.

In fact, the waiter was not sure about Mo Zishu's attitude. The gun in his hand was stolen from a customer in the membership hall on the second floor, in order to get rid of the boss of the underground casino. Who knows what he is facing now? In another scenario, the life of the person he has always wanted to kill is now in the hands of someone else, and that person lures him with money as a reward for saving him. Money is needed, but that person must die.

"What are you still hesitating about? Hurry up and save me, hurry up and beat this person to death." Seeing that the waiter had been hesitating, the middle-aged man became irritable, and stared at the opposite waiter with eyes wide open.

The waiter was taken aback by the roar of the middle-aged man, how should he choose?If he kills him, he won't get any money, but if he kills that short man, he doesn't want to involve innocent people, but he will get a lot of money in the end, what should he do?
"You kill him quickly, kill him, I will open the vault here immediately, you can take as much as you want, if not enough, I can also give you other vaults." The middle-aged man yelled at the waiter, But his body didn't dare to struggle too much, because every time he moved, every time he yelled, there would be severe oppressive pain in his throat. At this moment, his life was the most important thing.

The waiter's eyes lit up when he heard this sentence, money, for him, money is the most important thing, what he wants is money, how much money does the treasury have to hold, not only can he pay off the gambling debts he owes, He can still use the remaining money to gamble, eat, drink and have fun everywhere. He doesn't have to worry about money or survival in his life, and he will soon become a rich man.

"Give me the key to the vault first, and I'll consider whether I can save you." But the waiter was not so stupid, so he asked the middle-aged man for the key to the vault first.

"You don't need a key, just a password, just a password. The password is 34345679." The middle-aged man was afraid that the waiter would regret it, so he immediately told him the password of the vault.

The waiter carefully aimed his gun at the man behind the middle-aged man. There was an unconcealable light in his eyes, which was the desire for money.

"Hahahahahahahahaha, I'm going to get rich, save you, what else do I save you for, the money will be mine soon, and you must die too, hahahahahaha." The waiter looked at the middle-aged man and Mo Zishu, Came to the code lock in front of the vault and entered the code, smiling wildly.

"What do you mean, what do you mean?" The middle-aged man's face turned pale when he heard this. Will his money and him be killed immediately?

"A lot of money, a lot of money, I'm going to get rich, I'm going to get rich, hahahahahahahaha, how could I save you, you old man, you ruined my family and my wife and children, I wish you would die immediately, how could I save you , just dream where you are." The waiter looked at the neatly stacked banknotes in front of him, stack after stack, and there were even piles of gold bars shining inside, his heart beat wildly uncontrollably, and his saliva It's all going to flow out.

The middle-aged man became even more desperate when he heard these words, and he didn't care that Mo Zishu was still threatening his life.

"And you, you can't leave, you have to die here, everyone in this room except me will die here, hahahahahahahaha, this room is really good, there is a separate lock inside, people outside If you can’t get in, I can kill you slowly.” The waiter had already lost his conscience at this time, and was driven crazy by the money.

Seeing this, Mo Zishu shook her head with a low smile, and let go of the middle-aged man's throat. She had seen too many people who lost their minds because of money, and they could give up everything just to get money.

"What are you going to do?" The waiter held the gun tightly in his hand, watched Mo Zishu walking towards him and pointed the gun at Mo Zishu, his hands trembling slightly.

Mo Zishu could tell that this man was still a little timid. His hand was shaking while holding the gun, and he was even sweating. He had never killed anyone, and he was questioning whether he could take a few lives because of money.

"What do you think?" Mo Zishu tilted her head and asked back. The black baseball cap covered most of her face, and all she could see was her slightly raised mouth with a touch of indifference and coldness.

"boom."

The waiter finally shot Mo Zishu, but it failed in the end.

The bullet passed Mo Zishu's ear and finally hit the wall, leaving a dark hole with gunpowder smoke.

The middle-aged man was frightened by the gunshot and fell on the chair, his face pale.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're really too tender." Mo Zishu didn't suppress her voice anymore, showing a hint of sarcasm.

"Are you a woman?" The waiter was startled by the sudden change in Mo Zishu's voice, and seeing Mo Zishu getting closer and closer to him, he began to panic.

"Do you know how to play with a gun?" Mo Zishu's figure flashed, like a bolt of lightning approaching the waiter, so close that it felt like a flying shadow.

Just when the waiter was still surprised and afraid that Mo Zishu suddenly disappeared without a trace, Mo Zishu had already come to his back and took away the gun that he was holding tightly in his hand.

"You, when did you come here?" The waiter backed away quickly with a terrified expression, and finally his left foot caught his right foot and fell to the ground. Looking at Mo Zishu's expression was as frightening as watching a ghost.

"That's it." Mo Zishu casually tossed the black gun up and down in the palm of her hand, as if not worried that the gun would go off.

But in the next moment, the waiter saw the black muzzle pointed at himself, as if the god of death was about to come, and he was waiting to be sentenced.

"This is how guns are played." Mo Zishu pulled the trigger and aimed at the waiter's eyebrows, but the next moment another bullet was fired from the chamber.

Facing such a long distance, the waiter's face was already pale like a dying person. Just when he closed his eyes and thought that the bullet was about to hit his head, he heard the sound of the bullets colliding together.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a woman in a hat holding a gun in her hand and aiming at the previously fired bullets to shoot again. The two bullets quickly chased each other, and the second bullet instantly caused the first bullet to deviate from the original course. Passing by the ends of the hair on the top of his head, he even smelled the smell of burnt hair.

Without silencer qi, the sound of guns was still extremely loud. The middle-aged man sat slumped on a chair and stared at everything in front of him with dull eyes. He couldn't even believe that the plot was reversed like this. The deafening gunshots made him unable to stop for a long time back to God.

"Gambling itself is an extremely dangerous game. Since you have chosen it, why should you blame it for breaking up your family and widows? Isn't it all caused by you? You didn't control the temptation and only saw what gambling can do for you. Bring huge wealth for a while, but you don’t see the other side of gambling is cruel and cold-blooded, family ruin is light, maybe you will say that if this is the case, why does this thing exist in this world, this is beyond our control , what we can control is our body, mind, brain and heart." Before leaving, Mo Zishu said such a sentence, she never thought of killing anyone present, these words may be said to the waiter , or maybe it was for myself.

All misfortunes are caused by oneself. Everyone’s heart is greedy. They want far more than they get. Controlling itself is a difficult thing, but the key is whether you do it or not. It's not how tempting this piece is to you.