the world is at stake

Before they could catch their breath after checking in, Roger and the thin man excitedly called five or six prostitutes into the house to have a party, and the drinks and drinks were delivered non-stop.

The Mexican madam in the hotel also handed Zhou Qingfeng a promotional card, saying that he could pick any beauties at will.The other party also specifically stated that the hotel provides 'new cars with very low mileage'.

Rogge reminded that in the local people's slang, a new car means a young prostitute, and low mileage means a young age.Many Americans like young prostitutes, and men and women are not taboo.

Find 10- to 12-year-old boys and girls for only $30-$40.

Some of the girls on the small cards are naked, some are wearing school uniforms, and they are all posing.The old bustard said that as long as he spends a little more money, there will be smaller ones--Uncle Zhou gritted his teeth and wanted to kill people.

"Is there a casino?"

Zhou Qingfeng appeared wearing Marco's face, a typical Texas "red neck" appearance.If he came to Juarez and did nothing, he would appear out of place.

"Yes." The hotel bustard smiled happily.

The local gangsters like gambling customers the most. After all, the gambling industry earns much higher profits than the pornography industry, and it is much easier.

"For $[-] in chips, we'll give you a playmate for free. For $[-] in chips, add another playmate and you'll have your own car and driver.

In exchange for 24 U.S. dollars, you can upgrade to four playmates, [-]-hour servant service, and professional bodyguards to absolutely protect your safety. "

It sounds nice.

But talking about absolute safety in a crime city where gangsters are rampant is ridiculous.

Zhou Qingfeng ran to knock on the door of Rogge's suite, and the scene inside was really eye-catching.

Heavy metal music was played from the speakers, a lot of wine and fruit bowls were spilled on the carpet, scattered bikinis were thrown in the corner and on the sofa, and several naked women were shrieking.

Two meat worms, one fat and one thin, are chasing and fighting with wine glasses.

This is quite a feeling of wine pool and meat forest.

Fadini followed Zhou Qingfeng, and turned her head quickly when she saw this scene.

Roger grabbed his glass and shouted excitedly: "Victor, come and enjoy yourself. The girls here are really great."

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the naked prostitutes a few times, and felt that the fat and thin people probably lacked their mother's love since they were young, and went to Mexico to make up for their childhood warmth and happiness.

"I'm going to the casino, do you want to go together?"

"Wow, Victor, you're going to the casino? I thought you were a Puritan."

"I'm treating you. Are you going?"

The word 'treat' was so destructive, Rogge and the skinny guy who were having a high nod immediately, without any clothes on, just grabbed a blanket and wrapped them up, and went out excitedly with five or six prostitutes.

Zhou Qingfeng exchanged [-] US dollars in chips at the hotel, and the old bustard's smiling face was covered with flowers.The other party recruited seven or eight prostitutes as playmates in one breath, called two or three 'Cadillacs' to fill the scene, and sent a few uncles to the casino in the city.

In Las Vegas, $[-] in chips can only be played in the lobby, but in Juarez, you can get a VIP seat.After all, the average American doesn't have that much money to squander.

Like the hotel, the casino is very simple, at most, the armed security at the door looks different.There are more than a dozen gaming tables inside, crowded with two or three hundred people.Although it can't be called a miasma, the environment is quite noisy.

The VIP room is better, and the upper limit of betting is also high.

A casino girl with big breasts appeared with a chip tray.

Roger and the thin man were gearing up and getting ready beside the gaming table.The two of them refused to sit with Zhou Qingfeng, a pervert, and hugged each other to find other gamblers to take the stage.

In the VIP room, every gambler sits with at least one accompanying girl.The prostitutes who accompanied Zhou Qingfeng were all jealous of his embrace, it was the easiest place to get tips.

Fadini entered the casino for the first time, she looked around stupidly, still hesitating where she should stand.Zhou Qingfeng pulled her into his arms and sat on the man's lap.

The flustered appearance of the girl caused a burst of laughter at the gaming table.A gambler on the opposite side pointed to Fadini, and asked Zhou Qingfeng with a shy face, "Hi, young man, I miss your girl."

Fatini didn't wear a headscarf, and she was dressed like an ordinary girl, but her Middle Eastern face was quite different from the Spanish race common in Mexico, which attracted a lot of attention.

Zhou Qingfeng put his arms around the girl's slender waist, and sneered at the old white man who spoke: "If you want my girl, you have to let me lose all my chips."

A few people at the gaming table laughed, not knowing whether they felt that the young people were straightforward, or they felt that they had been taken advantage of.They were playing 'Texas Hold'em'. Judging from the chips in front of everyone, their financial resources were in the tens of thousands.

If you don't cheat, 'Texas Hold'em' is mainly played by calculating the probability of the cards - Zhou Qingfeng wanted to find a game that could take advantage of his hearing and eyesight, but there was none in this broken casino.

"Let's deal the cards." Zhou Qingfeng shouted to the croupier, and asked Fadini by the way: "Can you play?"

"No." The girl shook her head.She has never been exposed to gambling, and only knows that the men in the family will smoke hookah and play cards in their leisure time.But as a girl, she couldn't even look at it.

"That's great. It's said that novices are lucky, so let me teach you." Zhou Qingfeng didn't do it for excitement, but just to make himself look like an American who came to play, and he didn't pay much attention to winning or losing.

Fatini was so nervous, "I...? What if I lose all my chips?"

The old white man on the opposite side immediately said with a lewd smile on his face: "Baby, if you lose all your chips, you will be mine."

Fadini turned her head quickly, only to find that Zhou Qingfeng was noncommittal.In an instant, her hair stood on end, her heart beat faster, and she wanted to refuse.

"Take a deep breath and calm down. Find a way to win." Zhou Qingfeng began to teach Fadini the rules on the cards. He spoke very fast, forcing the girl to listen with all his might.

On the other gaming table, Roger and the thin man were veterans at the poker table.They skillfully cut the cards to check the cards, calculate the winning and losing on the board, and also control their demeanor, trying to mislead their opponents with off-the-board moves as much as possible.

"Rogge, how long do you think it will take for Victor to lose all his chips?" the thin man cheerfully pinched the ass of the prostitute in his arms and asked.

A prostitute sat on each of Rogge's laps, with both hands placed where they shouldn't be, and all the card reading was left to the prostitute.To his partner's question, he sneered and said:

"Instead of worrying about Victor, you might as well worry about how long it will take for the other gamblers who bet against him to lose everything. Anyway, I don't sit with that poisonous kid."

Chapter 061

At the gaming table, Fadini was shivering while clutching her cards.

Uncle Zhou put his arms around the girl, taught him a few words and let Fadini play freely.His own level of playing cards is not high, and he only commands blindly from the side.

"The probability of winning this game is very high."

"Follow it, follow it."

"As long as the next card is not a Jack, you are guaranteed to win."

"Fuck, it's really J. Is the opponent cheating?"

Uncle Zhou was still overjoyed when he lost a thousand dollars in chips.Fatini's face was pale, because she lost tens of thousands of dollars in less than half an hour.

This is a huge sum of money for the bottom green.

The more you are afraid, the more you are afraid, the more you are afraid, the more flustered, the more you lose, the more you lose, and you can't control it at all.

The prostitutes around Zhou Qingfeng were jealous and sighed, staring at Fatini with disdain, wishing they could replace her.

Fatini really didn't want to gamble anymore, but Zhou Qingfeng insisted on her continuing, and even said some nonsense about 'cultivating psychological quality'.Girls are going to cry, so they can only bite the bullet and continue playing.

It is said that everyone likes this kind of money-giving kid, but in the monitoring room of the casino, the security guard tore off a page from the fax machine and handed it to the supervisor next to him respectfully.

The casino director looked down and asked angrily, "Are you sure it's him?"

The security guard said in a deep voice, "That's right, we just confirmed the registration information with the hotel, and it's this Marco."

On the page of the fax was an overhead view of a surveillance camera. The tall and strong Texas man, Marco Shi, was looking up, and a clear photo of his face was taken.

On the monitoring wall of the casino, there is also a 'Ma Keshi' hugging soft girls, surrounded by a group of coquettish bitches, laughing heartily in front of the gaming table.

The casino manager gritted his teeth and scolded: "This bastard, how dare he come to Mexico? How dare he come to Juarez? How dare he come to gamble? Does he think we have forgotten him?"

The security guard said with anxiety: "Will this guy play the same trick as last time? Pretend to be a gambler, and then..."

The anger of the casino director turned into cold sweat, and he shouted in shock: "Immediately call the officials in the government and ask if there are special agents from the US FBI coming to Juárez?

In addition, a report was sent to the gang leaders all over Juárez, telling them to be vigilant, the Americans are likely to play their old tricks and try to raid us.at last……"

After confirming the identity of 'Ma Keshi', the head of the casino was sweating, feeling that a huge crisis was approaching.

Be it Mexican gangsters or drug lords, they can only dominate Mexico.But the Americans are not indifferent to this. On the contrary, they often cooperate with the Mexican police to fight crimes, and from time to time they engage in joint law enforcement.

Many lawless Mexican drug lords seem to be powerful, and their own military and police are either collaborating with each other or suffering heavy casualties.But they are often caught by the FBI in their own country.

"Catch this Marco first, and we must not indulge him." The casino director gritted his teeth and made a decision, ordering the security around him: "Bring a few more people to forcefully take him away and interrogate him by torture."

The security guard of the casino nodded and quickly carried out what the supervisor wanted.There were more than a dozen phone calls at once, and the news that 'Marco Shi' appeared in a certain casino quickly spread in both black and white in Juárez.

The crowd is furious!

Hearing that the damned Marcos dared to come to Mexico, the bosses of the various gangsters in Juárez exploded with rage.They asked about the situation, and they all expressed that they would be more vigilant, and asked to send someone to the casino, and they must not let this bastard go.

In front of the gaming table, Fadini, who was trembling, seemed to have found some feeling of playing 'Texas Hold'em', but she was running out of chips and was still playing very hard.

Zhou Qingfeng reckoned that in a few rounds, the chips would be exhausted, so he could leave.He told Fatini that he was going to the bathroom, and he left the gaming table alone.

But when he moved, the security guards at the four corners of the casino and even the dealers all stared at him as if a certain nerve was touched.Even the several surveillance cameras in the casino were adjusting their direction and locked on firmly.

Many security guards and croupiers were still covering their earphones, their eyes flickering, as if they were accepting new instructions.This uniform reaction was so obvious that it was hard not to notice it.

Zhou Qingfeng still pretended to be fooling around, walking out of the VIP room of the casino and heading for the bathroom.When he walked to the door of the bathroom, several casino security guards approached aggressively in front of him and blocked him back and forth.

Zhou Qingfeng turned around and went into the bathroom.

Without the slightest hesitation, the security guard of the casino who led the team pulled out the pistol at his waist, and walked in right after him.Just as he was about to push open the door curtain of the bathroom, a hand stretched out and grabbed his neck and yanked it violently.

The security guard who was dragged lost his balance and rushed forward, bumping into a hard knee behind the door curtain, and hitting his weak abdomen with a bang.The pain made him let out a wow, the air in his lungs was forced out, his mouth opened as if to vomit.

Behind the curtain, Zhou Qingfeng snatched the gun, aimed at the other casino security guards who followed closely behind and opened fire.In close range, several targets were hit by headshots without dodging or dodging.

What was seized was a Brazilian 'Taurus' revolver modeled after a 'Smith & Wesson'.After the six bullets were fired, three of the aggressive casino security guards outside the bathroom died, and the others ran away with their heads in their arms.

The headshot body fell crookedly on the floor, blood spattering.The walls were bright red, and streaks of blood flowed down in twists and turns.

Zhou Qingfeng opened the cylinder, and the empty revolver bullets clanged and fell.He recovered from the body a set with quick-load clips, two other pistols and magazines.

The sudden gunshots caused a chain reaction, the casino screamed continuously, two or three hundred people fled in a hurry, and a few people took advantage of the chaos to grab chips.The gaming tables were all overturned, and the scene was a mess.

Behind the casino counter, several bartenders took out shotguns from the wine cabinet and threw them to nearby security.The dealer who dealt the cards seemed to be used to it, and immediately turned his face and pulled out a pistol.

Roger and the thin man reacted the fastest. As soon as the gunshot rang out, they immediately got under the table.The fat man was still yelling, "What the hell? Who's shooting? I just drew a good hand."

The thin man held his head and scolded: "Do you still need to ask? It must be Victor. Does he like to overturn the table because he can't afford to lose? He doesn't lack the money, so why ruin this wonderful vacation?"

Fatini held a hand of cards and was about to win the first bet in her life.But the sudden situation made her completely inexplicable.When the prostitutes and gamblers were running around, she was still sitting at the table with a dazed expression on her face.

The croupier in front of the gaming table had already changed his face, viciously, he wanted to kill Fadini who accompanied Zhou Qingfeng first.But when she raised the gun, the VIP room was kicked open, Zhou Qingfeng rushed in and fired first.

Bang... The croupier was shot in the chest and fell backwards.

Immediately afterwards, several more shots rang out, and the surveillance cameras in the four corners were blown up one by one.

There was also a security guard in the VIP room. Seeing that the revolver in Zhou Qingfeng's hand was empty, he immediately seized the opportunity to draw his gun.But Zhou Qingfeng threw away the revolver and took out a fake Beretta, and hit him in the chest first, causing serious injuries.

The snatched revolver and ammunition were thrown to Rogge. Zhou Qingfeng, full of displeasure, rushed out a few steps and grabbed the dying security guard, and asked angrily, "Why did you suddenly attack me? I didn't win your money."

The dying security guard tried to spit out a few words with deep hatred, "Ma..., Ma Keshi, you still dare to come. Wait until you die, the entire Juarez gang will not let you go."

How could it be Marco?

Uncle Zhou had a question mark on his face.

Chapter 062 Fearless

The Mexican gangs probably have no money, and most of the weapons they use are imitations from the Brazilian company 'Taurus'.

Rogge was used to the weapons made by the big American gun factory, so he took the revolver thrown by Zhou Qingfeng and cursed, "This gun is really bad."

"I've used worse ones." Zhou Qingfeng angrily took out a 'Colt' from the security guard, picked out a few magazines and shouted to everyone in the VIP room: "Get out."

A bunch of gamblers and prostitutes hid under the table with their heads in their hands. Hearing this sentence, they thought they were alive and rushed out.

Little did they know that more than a dozen security guards in the casino had already blocked the muzzle outside. Seeing the figure shaking, they immediately opened fire mercilessly.

A rather tragic scene appeared.

The gamblers who rushed to the front were smashed into a sieve by several shotguns, and they fell down again and again with blood.The people behind yelled not to shoot, but Zhou Qingfeng pushed them one by one to get shot.

In the gap between the crowd, it was Zhou Qingfeng who hid in the back and shot one by one, clearing away the obstacles outside.

A bartender bartender held a shotgun, clicking and clicking the pump, pulling the trigger every time.His distorted face was enjoying the thrill of the kill and the blood, until a bullet pierced its eyeball.

Next to the receptionist was the security guard of the casino with a submachine gun. It didn't matter who the target was, anyway, when he heard the sound of his companion's gunshot, he also pulled the trigger to the end, and the beating muzzle of the gun continued to emit flames.It took a bullet to the neck to stop him.

Next to the security guard was the casino supervisor, who grabbed an exaggerated 'Desert Eagle', a huge .[-] caliber pistol.

Every gunshot of the 'Sand Eagle' is deafening, and every time the trigger is pulled, the muzzle jumps up suddenly.The user's arms were numb, and even his eyes were burned by the muzzle flame, and it took a long time to recover.

But after two shots, a bullet hit the casino supervisor in the chest.He was standing among more than a dozen subordinates, and under the protection of intensive firepower, he felt extremely safe.

But the moment he was shot, the casino executive staggered back two steps.He raised his hand to touch the blood-soaked chest, rubbed his fingers, and looked down for a long time to confirm.

The croupier was decapitated by a .[-] ACP bullet and died instantly.The security guard next to him was covering his neck, as if he was covering a leaking saliva bag.

After confirming that he was shot, the director of the casino fell down, unable to say a word, and quickly fell silent.

Fierce gunshots were fired, and the casino side was fully focused on firing.

When they emptied the magazine tubes or the bullets in the magazine, they were delighted to have killed and injured more than a dozen gamblers and prostitutes, but when they turned around, they were horrified to find that they had lost one-third of their manpower.