Restart Red Moon, from arms dealer to imperial command

Chapter 16 Roulette Gun
Bringing a "mascot" is an unwritten rule of the casino.

Instead of having the lucky lady of the casino follow you around, bring one with you.

"What's your expression like?"

Seeing the horrified look of the cheongsam girl, Bai Shu felt a little funny, "I was astonished to see 'a person who looks like a primary school student who is less than 1.5 meters tall actually made such a request'."

"...Maybe a little bit."

The girl turned her hands back in embarrassment, "But you have already paid me, I should have been with you tonight."

Bai Shu just raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything else, he stepped in first, followed by the girl.

"Welcome to the Red Queen Casino!"

The receptionist was obviously stunned for a moment, then raised his sweet smile again, took the admission fee and handed the wristband to Baizhu, "I wish you both an unforgettable night."

Walking through the corridor, the lucky lady kept a distance with good eyesight, and raised her hand to guide Bai Shu into the casino.

The turbulent heat wave surged in an instant, and the people in the boxing ring fought desperately, and the gamblers in the audience shouted and cheered; after a few more steps, the wide lobby was full of gambling tables, where dice were played, poker roulette was played, and colorful chips collided. A few more steps and stopped at the stairs, the cheers of the audience below the stairs and the sound of the racing engine came through the display glass wall, and the sound of muffled gunshots was faintly heard on the stairs.

"What are you going to play tonight?" the receptionist asked sweetly.

Bai Shu handed her several bills, "Let's bet on guns."

The waiter exchanged money for chips, and Bai Shu looked at the girl, "Tell me about the West Street District you know."

"What?" The girl was stunned for a moment.

“[Cream Girl] is opened at the intersection of Neon Street, which is not only a prime location at the crossroads, but also the main entrance of the West Street, where you can see almost all the customers. Moreover, the clubhouse is the most suitable place to relax and do business, and the news should be very well-informed. "

Not to mention that Cream Girls is the club with the largest number of visitors in the West Street District. The level of chaos is comparable to that of the Red Queen Casino, and because of its professional nature, the news is better than that of the casino, and most of them can be bought with money, so they are very loose.

The girl was silent for a few seconds: "Did you stop at the entrance of the club on purpose?"

"No, after all I didn't know you would come down," Bai Shu smiled, "It seems that I am very lucky."

The clubhouse is nice, but not her first choice.

At that time, I stopped there just to consider whether I should take the time to go in and have a look.

"Just seeing that you are about the same age as my little sister..." The girl relaxed slightly, "What do you want to know?"

The waiter brought the exchanged chips, Bai Shu took it, went upstairs and handed the noise-canceling earplugs to the girl:

"Talk about it casually. For example, there are often trading places in the West Street District. Famous demolition houses, sellers, or relatively special buyers. They don't have a fixed visiting time in the club. Another example is the more famous local snakes and small Gangs, or... material suppliers."

"The things you said," the girl's face gradually turned pale, "are not casual talk."

"I'll add money."

Bai Shu smiled, put on the noise-canceling earplugs and pushed the door open.

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"Sister! Sister Sanyue! Here comes a mess!"

The waiter in a burgundy dress ran to the casino on high heels and pushed open the door of the box.

The woman who was pouring wine in the room suddenly paused, and looked sideways: "Who told you to come in? Get out!"

The little waiter was terrified, and from the corner of his eye, he could only see a person sitting on the sofa with a backlight, and he hurriedly opened the door to leave.

"Don't be so nervous, it scared the kid."

The person on the sofa sighed softly. The lower half of his face was covered by the blueprint in his hands, and the upper half of his face was hidden in the shadows. Because of the backlight, he couldn't see his figure and clothes clearly. He spoke softly and his tone was unhurried. "Appears harsh."

The March Rabbit bowed his head: "Yes."

The room fell into silence, only the sound of the engine on the racing track came in through the one-way noise-reducing glass.

"These drawings are too rough." He seemed to be mocking or laughing, and threw the drawings in his hand on the table. "A lot of details have been omitted because of automated machines, but these details are what we need most."

"Our business is big enough, and the second outer city is only a small part, so you don't have to worry," March Rabbit whispered, "Pay attention to your health."

"No, March, you have to understand," he slowly leaned back on the sofa, staring at the racing cars below the stage, "here, if you want to stay in place, you have to run fast."

"——I need talents."

He drank the absinthe in his glass and said, "Go and get busy."

The March Hare silently exited the box.

"San, Miss Sanyue," the waiter stuttered in fright, "I, I didn't mean it, I really didn't!"

"It's okay, just be more careful in the future."

March Rabbit shook his head, heaved a sigh of relief, and motioned her to stay away from the box, "What's going on, what's wrong with you?"

"At the gun range! There was a man who bet Alan on a high-speed moving target, and the odds were 20:1 for him to win."

"Alan is considered a sharpshooter. People who come here to play can't compare to her, and you can only win a game if you mess up the game." March Rabbit was absent-minded, still thinking about the conversation in the box just now, "20:1, just give it to the gambler."

"No, Sister Sanyue!" The waiter's expression was exaggerated, "Seven rounds! That person won seven rounds in a row! He won straight away, and Sister Alan's face turned blue!"

"Seven innings?!"

March Rabbit was stunned, and frowned fiercely: "Where is he now? Has no one invited him out?"

"Yes, but I was driven away, so Sister Alan asked me to come to you—that guy is still wearing sunglasses, so arrogant and arrogant! He should still be in the roulette area now, and I heard that he wants to bet on six-shot revolver!"

The little waiter followed the March Hare upstairs, beaming with excitement:
"Sister Sanyue, guess how many bullets can be loaded in this kind of money..."

"——Five."

Bai Shu looked at the shocked dealer, smiled and repeated, "I said give me five bullets."

In the gun gambling arena, the gun match full of twists and turns just now has passed, and all the gamblers have been flogged psychologically. It has changed from "Where did you come from, a middle school student, wearing sunglasses at night? Go back and do your homework" to "I wipe, What is concentrated is the essence, what kind of BKing is blind."

When they got together, they were either excited or hated or regretted, but every pair of eyes was fixed on the gamblers in front of the revolver table, waiting with bated breath, and the audience was in an uproar again the moment they heard the answer!

"Are you crazy, do you really want to die?"

"What do you think about messing around here? It's worthless to win eight lifetimes."

"Hey, the March Hare is here, and there are going to be results..."

The March Hare pushed aside the crowd, stopped and looked forward:
The person at the gambling table rests his elbows on the table, his right leg rests on his left knee. It is a very relaxed sitting posture, like a lax and free-spirited teenager.

The upper half of this man's face was covered by sunglasses. His jaw line was soft, but his nose bridge was unexpectedly straight, adding a bit of sharpness. He had soft, thick black short hair, and was wearing a simple hoodie and jeans. He could not tell whether he was a man or a woman. Unable to detect identity.

Bai Shu used his sunglasses to cover his eyes, and his eyes flicked past the restless crowd.

She looked at the dealer, smiled and stretched out her hand: "I'll do it myself."

The croupier did not dare to refuse, and handed over five bullets and a revolver.

Bai Shu loaded the magazines one by one, looked at the pale cheongsam girl beside her, and said softly, "Turn the magazine, use some force."

The girl pursed her lips and forced her fingers to slide the cartridge.

Five of the six bullet holes were filled, and the only vitality blurred in the rapid rotation, mixing with the cold bullets.

"Snapped."

Without even looking at it, Bai Shu closed the magazine with his fingers, and pointed the muzzle of the gun to his temple in dead silence. The March Rabbit couldn't help holding his breath, and leaned forward slightly.

"Click!" The trigger was pulled, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the time was stretched to the limit.

— Empty!
"Good job!"

Bai Shu threw the revolver on the table and laughed heartily, "Lucky lady!"

Everyone was amazed, and the girl instantly went limp.

(End of this chapter)