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This is not the final preliminary location. Long still has to take a bus to a small town in the subordinate municipality.

It's a rare opportunity to relax, so he treats it as a trip.

Under the cover of night, a bus carrying twenty or thirty people went up the rugged mountain road, shaking constantly.

There were old people, ladies and children on the bus. They were all dressed very simply, with the patterns and styles of their clothes exactly the same. They should all be residents of the local area.

Long was sitting in the last row, tilting his neck back and snoring softly.

Still wearing a newly bought black suit and sunglasses...

After a long time, he got used to wearing this outfit.

A little girl with pigtails looked at the sleeping man in front of her and smiled secretly with her hands covering her mouth.

Because she saw the saliva...

"Master, how long will it take?"

Someone asked.

"After we get down the mountain and drive a short distance on the flat road, we'll be there... maybe two hours."

The driver shouted.

Besides Long... there were a few others in the car who were obviously coming from other places.

The expression is a little impatient.

"Why is it so far away... What's going on... Can't you choose a bigger address?"

A young man with yellow hair grumbled.

At the same time, Long turned slightly to the side, turned his head to another direction, and continued to sleep.

As if noticing his action, the yellow-haired man glared at Long.

The road was bad and the car was shaking... This guy could still sleep...

Huangmao is a little sour.

Another half an hour later, the bus finally drove slowly from the mountain road to a not-so-wide flat road.

Someone opened the car window to let in the wind, stimulating his tired nerves.

At this time, Long woke up and picked up his sunglasses with his fingers.

Beep beep!

Outside the window, there was a sudden and piercing sound of whistles.

Three black cars appeared behind the bus, honking their horns wildly.

"Fuck! Are you sick?"

The yellow-haired man, who was already in a bad mood, cursed and stuck his head out of the window. Just as he was about to roar a few times, with a bang, a bullet hit him and left a bloody hole in the middle of his forehead without any warning.

ended his life.

"what!"

The passengers in the car were suddenly in chaos.

Someone screamed... and a few children started crying...

squeak!

A sharp noise flooded into the cochlea. The driver stepped on the brakes urgently. The tires of the bus rubbed against the road surface. The car body slid and drifted for a distance before finally stabilizing.

The next second, the night in front of the windshield became as bright as day.

Beams of light shone in...so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

Looking closely, I saw a row of black cars parked on the road ahead, with dozens of people standing in them, all in suits and ties... holding various weapons.

At the same time, the three cars behind the bus also blocked the retreat route.

"This is... the Mafia..."

Seeing this, one of Huangmao's friends turned pale and said in a trembling voice.

Under the gaze of the crowd, a dozen gangsters armed with machine guns pointed their guns at the bus in the light, then... showed a ferocious smile, pulled the trigger, and started shooting wildly.

Da da da…

A large number of metal bullet casings fell to the ground, making continuous crisp sounds, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

The bus's metal body was instantly riddled with holes and its glass was shattered...

Blood splattered as the figure fell to the ground.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The gunmen were laughing wildly, enjoying the pleasure brought by the firepower.

After a moment, the gunfire stopped.

The bus has become a large piece of scrap metal.

A well-mannered man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked forward and hooked his finger at his men.

He lit a cigarette with a lighter, put it in his mouth, and puffed out smoke.

Looking at the quiet bus compartment, his eyes were cold: "The other party is the owner of the Sky Arena... It shouldn't be that easy to kill him."

The words fell.

To his left and right, two companions carrying rocket launchers stood out from the crowd, squatted down and took aim.

boom!

Two missiles, trailing flames and smoke, shot out and hit the bus.

The huge explosion and the bright light and thick smoke made the air a little hotter...

"You dare to cheat us out of our money... I'm afraid you'll earn it but not spend it..."

"This... is what you deserve!"

The man with glasses took a puff of nicotine elegantly and said indifferently.

"Put out the fire..."

"Yes."

Chapter 31 The Firth Family

Soon, the fire was put out.

Showing the charred and damaged frame...

"Be careful!"

Someone from the gang reminded.

"It's okay... He must have been dead a long time ago, hahahaha..."

The person in charge of the inspection laughed and stepped into the carriage.

Whoosh!

Several sharp whistles were heard, hitting the figures standing outside the bus unexpectedly, like bullets, hitting the vital points accurately! The man who stepped onto the bus board had just raised his back foot when blood burst out from his head and he fell straight down.

plop plop...

In the blink of an eye, five or six gangsters were all killed.

The invisible murder weapon fell to the ground, like blood-stained pebbles...

Swish!

The mafia members were shocked and raised their guns.

His own person died just like that... As the leader, the man with gold-rimmed glasses was unmoved, and his expression was not even a little turbulent. He flicked the unfinished cigarette butt away with his fingers, "Sure enough...it's not so easy to solve..."

He noticed that the three cars behind the bus had turned off their lights.

It seems that it has been killed!

Under the gazes and accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a blurry figure walked over from a distance, with one hand in his pocket and the other hand constantly throwing a piece of broken stones.

Unharmed, he glanced at the bus that had been sleeping all the way, mixed with the smell of barbecue in the air, and sighed softly.

The moment he saw the mafia... he knew he was exposed!

Was discovered.

In less than two years, he made a fortune in the Sky Arena by relying on his ability to control the results of the games. Now he has a net worth of tens of billions... Although he has diverted the funds to large and small casinos to avoid being noticed... but as time goes on, the probability of being noticed is also increasing.

Entertainment industries like casinos are mostly backed by underworld forces... and they often have a monopoly in a certain area. That is to say, even if he places bets in separate casinos, the money he wins actually goes to the dealer.

Tens of billions is not a small number. It is equivalent to him catching a sheep and trying his best to fleece it.

Long's way of winning money can avoid trouble within a certain amount and within a certain period of time...but he was a little too greedy.

There’s no way...who doesn’t love money?

Another thing is...he really doesn't take the Mafia that seriously.

In the past few years, Long has been focusing on training, including in the Sky Arena, and has not actually had much contact with this society, this world... His understanding of the gang only comes from his memory of the original work, but now... he has seen it.

This is also a 'welcome gift' prepared by the gang for him to start integrating into this world.

"Although you have used some brains, the casino's capital outflow is not small. It is clear in the account book, and it is all related to your game... The probability of winning money is 100%, it is hard not to be suspicious." Guan Long is still alive, and the man with glasses is not panicked at all. He is a heavy smoker. He took out a pack of cigarettes and tapped it on his hand, then took out another one and lit it. "Open the door for business. Normal gamblers are welcomed by our Fels family with open arms... But for people like you, we can only use shotguns!"

Whoosh whoosh.

Before the gangsters could open fire again, Oboro had already taken action.

As he walked, the stones in his hand shot out like marbles, with greater speed and power than bullets. Almost all the gunmen in the row standing in front of the man with glasses were shot in the head and fell on their backs.

"kill him!"

The man with glasses ordered.