Qingben beauty

Chapter 634 That's Gunshots!

Those four big characters appeared in the field of vision very abruptly.

After I was stunned for a while, I realized that it was written on a gate-like signboard made of thick logs.

To be precise, there is a log with a height of four meters on each side, and three logs are connected at a distance of more than three meters. A huge wooden board is hung in the middle of the three logs.

That word was written on the huge wooden board.

Although from my point of view, that word is really...

But on such a rough and wild giant tree, there is an extra wildness coming out.

After seeing the structure of the plaque clearly, our car has already driven out of the naturally formed road in the forest, onto a road paved with gravel, and after a few meters, we drove directly into the behind the plaque.

As soon as the car stopped, the two black people sitting behind shouted happily and jumped out of the car faster than me.

I looked around and got out of the car.

After getting out of the car, I took two steps, and my vision widened, so I could see it clearly. The house number with four big characters was standing on the side of the road, and the road paved with gravel was better than all the roads I saw along the way. The good road is to go around the edge of the forest, turn a corner at the gatehouse, and go east.

Inside the gatehouse, there is a piece of land that is only roughly leveled, but it is still possible to park. There is always a parking lot of thousands of square meters.

Inside, there is a row of bungalows.

In other words, a large concave bungalow was surrounded on three sides.

The exterior walls have not been completely plastered, and there are traces of mud bricks inside in many places. It is a bungalow that is not much better than those iron houses.

Half of the parking lot has been parked, mostly pickups, and some off-road jeeps.

Of course, there are people.

various people.

A white man, a black man, a brown man, standing at the door, and two Asians.

One of the two Asians saw us get out of the car and walked over from the door, greeted the black man who was walking in front, and then looked at me.

I looked at him too, and tentatively said, "Hello!"

It is Chinese!
The man raised his brows immediately, and said, "Hi, miss."

It's a pity, but it's Chinese with an awkward accent...

Based on my experience in Thailand, this one is probably from Southeast Asia.

But although it is awkward, it is Chinese anyway!
My smile is more sincere.

And the one said a few words to the two black men, then turned around and took us inside, and then said to me: "Miss, do you like to play blackjack or stud? I'll find you a good seat."

21 O'Clock?
Stud?

Well, I have seen all the God of Gamblers Zhou Dashen series of movies, and I also know these two professional terms.

Also, I don't have to think about it.

At this time we have entered the gate of the bungalow on the left.

The atmosphere inside was really steaming and noisy.

The room is a large rectangular room with whitewashed walls, and the ground is just tamped mud. There are seven or eight tables for gambling that can only be said to be usable. They were all people, and with the shaking of the plug, various voices shouted loudly, bringing out a heat higher than the temperature outside.

This, this is a casino!
Although it is unbelievably simple, it is also a casino!
I stood at the door for a moment, then backed away.

The driver also stopped and said a word to me.

I looked at his face and guessed he was asking if I wasn't going in?

I was racking my brains on how to tell him in English, and the Asian man had already said a few words with a smile.

The man also smiled and patted the Asian man on the shoulder, then winked at me, and walked in with another black man.

Uh, I just found out that two more people were missing.

I turned my head and looked, and saw that the two had already walked to the door of the bungalow on the right side, and two women with only inches of hair on their bodies walked out of the door, not to mention their looks, but their bodies were really super hot. He came out, hooked those two people's necks, and hooked them in.

Well, I guess I don't need to ask what's going on over there either!
"Miss doesn't like it?" The Asian man turned around and smiled at me.

I chuckled and thought, can I like it? !

"That's right, how about there is a slot machine over there, miss, would you like to check it out?" The Asian man smiled and pointed to the bungalow in front of him.

I glanced over there, and then at the gatehouse.

Carnival hotel, carnival I can understand, what about the hotel? !

The Asian man looked at me, laughed, and said, "Over there, there are also serious sleeping rooms."

I heard his tone of voice was weird, but he could speak Mandarin Chinese pretty well. I smiled and said, "Where are you from? You're not Chinese, right?"

The man smiled and said, "I'm from Cambodia, but our boss is Chinese, and there are many Chinese here, so we have learned a little bit."

"There are many Chinese here?" I was a little surprised.

"That's right." The man said with a smile, "Dama City, a little further past here, has a large construction project supported by China. There are people from Chinese companies over there, and there are quite a few people like our boss who come here to make money. Ah, by the way, there is a peacekeeping force on Dama's side, and there is also a team sent by China."

"They come too?" I was really surprised now.

The man laughed and said, "No, no, they won't come, and we don't want them to come, we want to do business seriously."

I let out a sigh of relief, and nodded at him with a smile.

While talking, we have reached the front door.

There was also a man of yellow race standing at the door, but I couldn't tell if he was Chinese, I just smiled and nodded to him out of an instinct to see the same kind.

The man glanced at me, without a trace of expression on his face, and pushed the door open for me.

I thanked him and went in.

After seeing the left and right sides, I really didn't expect that after entering, I saw a very serious front desk!
Although it is made of wood, it is very simple, just like the front desk of our ten yuan a day hotel in front of the train station, but it is really the most serious, with a length of two meters. A clock, and a Chinese calendar hung on the right side of the clock.

And inside the door, there is also a reception desk.

To be precise, there is only a space of five or six square meters.

On the left and right sides of the front desk, there is a door respectively, the upper half is transparent glass, and the lower half is a log door that maintains the usual rough direction.

It can be seen through the glass that there is a long corridor on the right. Windows are on one side of the corridor, and rooms are on the other side. I don’t know how many rooms there are. Closed.

And the left side should be a place like a coffee shop.

The Cambodian pushed open the door on the left, smiled at me and said, "Miss, this way."

I followed him to the left.

It really is a coffee shop inside. In front of the wall opposite the door is a bar counter made of long logs. Behind it is a wine rack with many wine bottles. A man in bartender clothes is cleaning the table with his head down. It is the entire wall, but there are a few French windows facing the backyard, and you can see the grass behind. Some of the grass is a piece of grass that is as high as a person, and there are distant mountains with a hazy feeling.

In the hall with several hundred square meters, there are only some tables and chairs near the window and in the middle, and a row of old slot machines against the wall.

At this time, there was only one person sitting at the table by the window, or lying on the sofa to sleep, even his head was covered by clothes so he couldn't see it.

The other people sat in front of the slot machine with a little distance to play.

I thought that if I yelled to leave now, those four people might not be happy, and I wouldn't speak their words...

I sighed lightly, and said to the Cambodian: "Well, how do you play?"

"It's easy." The Cambodian's smile suddenly became brighter, and he led me to a slot machine that looked the cleanest, pointing to it and saying, "This is where money is put in, Miss, do you have dollar bills?" ? Here one hundred, fifty, and ten yuan are all recognized. After putting money in, it will be converted into points. You see, it is this number. Then press here, which is the start button, and it will rotate. This is five Ten lines, that is, as long as the left and right sides are connected, you will win the prize, and the winning points will be directly added to your above points. If you don’t play anymore, just click here, and the following will convert your points into US dollars and spit out money. This machine has a very high winning rate, and the grand prize is [-] US dollars!"

Five thousand heads!

I played for more than an hour, and the dollar bills in the pocket were gone. Three hundred dollar bills!
Fortunately, at this time, the two people on the right walked in with a satisfied face, and I yelled to go back.

The two went to call the other two.

The Cambodian sent us out with a smile on his face, and said to me specially: "Miss, come and change the channel next time, you will have good luck!"

I heheed twice, and hurried to the car, when I was about to reach the door, I was hit by someone.

After the man bumped into me, he continued to speak some local dialect, probably sorry, I saw that the man was a small local black man, who looked like a child, so I said it was okay to the Cambodian who was about to scold him, Then they got into the car.

At that time, I just wanted to leave here quickly and go back quickly, but I didn't realize it. With just that bump, my small purse disappeared.

After the car drove out of the Carnival Hotel, it drove back on the same road. The two people who entered the right side were chatting and laughing, but the face of the driver was a little unhappy.

Seeing the lake in front of me, I was secretly looking at the face of the driver, thinking that he might have lost money, when I heard the driver curse angrily, and then slammed the steering wheel.

As soon as the car turned the corner, I heard a rattling sound.

That's gunshots!

(End of this chapter)