Prodigal son never prodigal

Chapter 165 You still mess with me if there is a gun?
Yes, gambling in the mainland is under the management of the sports system.

In the beautiful large courtyard of the Anhui Provincial Sports Institute, there is a building that is the Provincial Lottery Management Center, euphemistically called the Sports Lottery.

Including Texas Hold'em, it is often given the title of a table sport and is played on the sidelines.

Therefore, Comrade Xiao Gai’s high sensitivity and sense of responsibility are very worthy of praise!

Relevant personnel will follow up as soon as possible.

Yan Qing snickered even more.

Brother, it’s hard not to make meritorious deeds, why don’t you just obey?

Now Yan Qing's attitude towards the little policewoman has become full of ridicule, allowing the simple little comrade to experience what it means to be a wealthy person.

Hahaha.

As a result, his mysterious snickering expression alone made the little agent win [-] to [-] yuan on the cards!
The smallest chip in the hall is two hundred, and here the bottom is five hundred and the maximum is one hundred thousand, which makes these two people stir up trouble.

In the VIP room, which usually only accepts regular customers, there are two or three tables. Except for a few local bosses, they are all high-rollers from home and abroad. In about two hours, the winnings and losses on this table exceeded 40, and half of them were silent. It went into these two pockets loudly.

The opponents complained incessantly, not because they couldn't afford to lose the money, but because they clearly felt helpless as they were being crushed!

Originally, this ten-person table had people quitting one after another for those who didn't believe in evil, and then quitting again. By twelve o'clock, there were actually half fewer people, and they still didn't leave, and crowded around to watch the fun.

There are no people at other tables setting up games.

I want to see clearly what kind of style this new sports expert is.

Of course, under the boast of the golf boss, during the break, he opened a bottle of good red wine and grilled the seafood delivered from takeaway.

Yan Qing didn't mind and took out the Damascus steel shotgun for everyone to admire.

High-end goods worth two to three million yuan are indeed extraordinary.

The LV color matching metal barrel and bolt contrast, as well as the hand-made Damascus steel moiré by mixing two powdered steels together in a nitrogen vacuum.

This further enhanced the master's outstanding status, so much so that after eating and drinking, few wanted to play again.

The manager of the VIP room, who was focused on pumping water, quickly revealed the news: "Lao Ku is coming tomorrow..."

When everyone heard this, they immediately laughed as if they had been given a shot of blood. Hahaha, OK, OK, hurry up and practice your hands to wash away all the bad luck.

The work lasted until after three o'clock. The little undercover and the little spy collected a net of 50 chips.

When they walked out of the elevator to the garage, the golf boss encouraged Yan Qing: "No need to change, come back tomorrow and get a good deal. Your playing cards is as stable as shooting a gun!"

Yan Qing and the others could not bear to ask who this Lao Ku was: "Tomorrow? Why?"

The boss chuckled: "You don't know? I thought you were so familiar with the game. You also knew him from the national team. The one who sings..." He also patted his pants and said, "You are addicted to food. Come back with bare clothes." Just lost this number..."

Four fingers, then it is definitely not 40.

Qiu Wenfang, who seemed to have exhausted all the blue bars and was already a little sluggish when he came out, put his head on Yan Qing's shoulders and squeezed his biceps quietly, obviously to remind this fat sheep not to miss it.

Yan Qing, hehe, let’s talk about it tomorrow, we still have to play a game.

Naturally, the boss had a driver and a luxury car waiting for him. After confirming that there was a car here, he left on his own.

Here, Yan Qing opened the door, threw the assistant, and was careful when firing the gun: "According to the rules, whoever sees you has a share. Half of the 50 will be put in your pocket as a reserve. You can make up your own mind whether it will be paid, but if you come back tomorrow , there will be nothing if you lose."

Gambling is like this, you can't win all the time, especially if you win a few times, you think you can control the situation.

Once you lose, you will especially want to make up your losses, and then export all your previous wins.

Yan Qing doesn't care at all
The little agent slumped down in the passenger seat. When he heard that she was half-divided, he jumped up and then fell down, leaving his eyes rolling: "Let's go ahead and give it a try, and the bicycle will turn into a motorcycle!"

He also clenched his fists to cheer himself up, and then calculated: "I can buy clothes with this money. If I dress beautifully, you will also have face."

Yan Qing originally gave it to her, but just found a reason: "You are so good at playing cards, why do you still come to do hard work?"

Qiu Wenfang was lying like a paraplegic, turning to look at Yan Qing: "No matter how good the gambling is, can I take the money away?"

Yan Qing nodded in approval. This was indeed a wise decision.

Most of the casinos are filled with all kinds of desperadoes who are greedy for money. If such a little girl is a good gambler, it would be easy to rob her. If she is afraid of being kidnapped and has to gamble again, then life is worse than death. .

In the silent night, while walking around the lake, the bright moon in the sky was reflected in the lake, as if in a dream. The cars passing by did not startle a group of gulls and herons.

But the little agent whispered: "My mother was also a good gambler. She died. My father avenged her and was imprisoned for life. He is still serving his sentence." Gai Qingyun subconsciously muttered.

Yan Qing still just smiled.

Returning to the quiet lakeside villa, Qiu Wenfang simply washed herself and then fell asleep holding a bag of chips.

However, Yan Qing fell asleep with a towel casually covered in a beach chair on the terrace on the second floor.

Just like deliberately sleeping out while dining out, he always tries to keep himself in these behaviors so as not to fall into glory and wealth. This is how Lu Junyi and the others lost their lives.

As a result, it was just before five o'clock, so we arrived so exhausted after traveling thousands of miles, and we were still singing, playing cards and having fun until the early hours of the morning.

Definitely the most tiring time, two black figures quietly paddled over from the other side of the river in a small boat, silently climbed up to the golf resort area, sneaked downstairs, directly followed the winding trees, and climbed into the large hall outside the living room downstairs. Terrace!
Yan Qing made an oversight here. When he came back, he put the photo glasses back into the charging box according to his habit at home.

After all, these smart glasses only have a power-on life of three to five hours and need to be recharged alternately.

So the dark figure skillfully pried open the balcony door, walked into the living room, and went straight to the gun box missing on the sofa!
But as soon as you get it, you will know that it is light and nothing.

Two black figures searched the living room and even hid in the kitchen to make a phone call.

Heading tiptoeing towards the second floor again...

This kind of small villa has three bedrooms on the second floor with a small terrace. The terrace doors are made of aluminum alloy with thickened double-glazed glass, which isolates indoor and outdoor sounds to the maximum extent.

Therefore, Gai Qingyun, who was watching TV dramas, making casino survey reports, and repeatedly reading Sesame's training quotes, would definitely not hear the extremely light footsteps in the room.

The dark shadow went straight to Qiu Wenfang's second bedroom!

Using the slowest and most silent movements, he unscrewed the unlocked handle and began to rummage around the house with the dim light of his cloth-covered headlamp!
I don't know whether it was because I was arrogant or because I was very nervous. Not only did I not think about the woman on the bed, I didn't even think about the fact that the man was not in bed.

When I finally found the little spy's huge suitcase, a cosmetic bottle cap was not fastened, and the heavy glass bottle fell directly to the solid wood floor with a crisp sound!
Not only did Gai Qingyun vaguely hear it, right?
Qiu Wenfang woke up directly!
This girl was also stunned. When she opened her eyes and saw the ghostly black shadow and glimmer of light, she immediately burst into a long scream and at the same time, she hugged the bag of chips and the sheets tightly and rolled them under the bed!
To be honest, Yan Qing jumped up and grabbed the fishing bag under the beach chair. For a moment, she wanted to assemble the gun.

But he took off his jeans when he went to bed, and now he only had time to grab the slingshot box at hand, push the door open and rush in!
The shadow was so frightened by the scream that it was too busy to stop him, so he could only flee.

Moreover, one of them opened the window and jumped out, while the other rushed out from the door and bumped into Yan Qing.

Suddenly, a utility knife slipped out of his hand? !
All in all, it was still very sharp and harmful, and it was swung at the male owner and he wanted to rush down the stairs.

However, when Yan Qing saw his movements, he took a step back, then drew the bow and loaded the bullet!

Except for the occasional use of clay balls during practice and play, the magazine is often filled with steel balls. When it hits the head and chest hard at such a distance of one or two meters, it is absolutely no different from an air gun!
The black shadow, screaming in pain, had to take back his escape steps, and instead tried to control and hurt the male master, as well as his inexplicable attack method.

In the unlit corridors and stairs, only the shadows of people can be seen vaguely through the street lights on the terrace.

But Yan Qing could clearly see the arm he was swiping randomly while covering his face. He blocked it with one hand, relying on the Y-shaped head of the slingshot to guard against possible scratches. He locked his wrist firmly and firmly, and used the other hand to block it. The hand has already grabbed the arm!

Absolute killing skills!

It ended abruptly after letting out a scream that was even more ferocious than before!

Gai Qingyun was frightened, thinking that Yan Qing had killed someone, but found that he was neither wearing glasses nor headphones, he was not used to it!

In fact, it was just a skillful fall that broke his arm and knocked him unconscious.

We still have to leave anyone alive to find out what happened.

He quickly searched for mobile phones, headlights, screwdrivers, etc., took off the utility knife, stood up, and asked cautiously: "How are you?"

Qiu Wenfang, who was holding her breath and concentrating, burst into tears: "There's more! Someone else jumped out of the window and ran away. Who, who..."

Yan Qing confirmed that there was no danger, then stretched out her hand to turn on the light, leaned against the wall to look at the wide open window, and approached cautiously...

As a result, he was approached by a girl who crawled out from under the bed. Her suspender nightgown was halfway exposed to her chest. She was so frightened that she threw herself into the forest!

Unexpectedly, Yan Qing kicked her over halfway and threw her on the bed: "Don't hinder me!"

He had rushed to the window.

I can't see it anymore. There are only a few street lights outside the open golf course. There are bushes and groves everywhere. There are more than a dozen similar small villas in this row. Now the lights are turning on one after another. It is probably because of the screams and screams. Wake up with a start.

No one can be seen.

So I ignored my bumpy figure that couldn't even be covered by the nightgown on the bed, and quickly returned to the terrace. I took my phone, put on my glasses, and picked up my fishing bag before dragging the guy who looked to be in his 20s downstairs, bumping against the stairs along the way. Up, the guy who woke up from pain screamed again!

But when he saw Yan Qing assembling the shotgun and loading two bullets in the living room with the lights on, he didn't dare to scream even though he was sweating profusely in pain!
Neither the gun nor the person look easy to mess with!

(End of this chapter)