Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 811: Rich People Spend More Money

Ten minutes ago, in a warehouse on the fourth floor of the club,

Several people dressed as waiters were sorting the goods that had just been delivered.

As a rule, they conduct a detailed inspection before the items are put into storage to prevent them from being mixed in with other items.

But just as they were scanning a bag of flour with the detector, the detector suddenly lit up a red light and sounded an alarm.

As the large package of white flour was torn open, a coin-sized locator appeared in front of everyone.

"Locator?"

"Someone's sneaked in. Seal off the casino immediately. Don't let anyone escape. Search every room!"

The manager immediately ordered the casino to be sealed off.

As the gate closed, large numbers of armed militants rushed out and blocked the scene.

Both the customers in the bathroom on the first floor and the customers in the bar on the second floor were startled.

At this time, Li Jiasheng was running back and forth between several booths with a wine glass in his hand. He portrayed himself as the second generation of a corrupt official who had fled the country with a huge sum of money.

Perhaps because of his extensive experience, Li Jiasheng's acting skills are now honed to be particularly realistic.

After a few drinks, he actually managed to get some useful information from some of the other customers who came there to consume.

But before he could ask more questions, the situation suddenly changed.

Realizing that the source was from his side, Li Jiasheng immediately notified Qin Feng.

Just at this moment, the casino "security" personnel saw a guy trying to slip away through the window, and subconsciously thought that this guy was a rat who sneaked in.

So he shouted "Stop", and then fired a volley of bullets, and the fleeing man fell to the ground.

But when the two "security guards" ran over and turned it over to check, they found that this guy had several packets of white flour.

This guy was not the person they were looking for, but a peddler who was secretly selling white flour in other people's places.

This kind of behavior is considered stealing work in the industry, and if caught, the person will have his hands and feet broken. So after the venue was blocked, this person subconsciously thought that they were targeting him, but he didn't expect to lose his life because of it.

At this moment, all the customers in the bar were shocked by this scene and they all squatted on the ground in fear.

Li Jiasheng moved to Qi Meng's side, and Qi Meng quickly asked, "Have you been notified?"

"Ah."

"What should we do now?"

"Wait a little longer. There are so many people here. It will take a while to search them all."

The opponent made such a big move, it was obvious that they had discovered the locator.

But such a violent reaction still shocked Li Jiasheng. No wonder this group of people integrated this place in a short time.

Just because of this decisiveness in killing, it is not something that ordinary drug lords can do.

However, this group of people are indeed not ordinary drug lords. They have an organization and division of labor, and even have a private armed army armed to the teeth.

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At the same time, the doors on the third floor were being slammed one by one.

The big men who were originally guarding the corridors were now quickly searching different rooms under the command of several mercenaries wearing tactical vests.

Just like downstairs, all customers in the room must undergo mandatory inspection with no room for negotiation.

Under the threat of bullets, the people inside dared not disobey and quickly opened the door to welcome the inspection.

There are different scenes in different rooms. In short, there is nothing you can't do as long as you can think of it.

Generally speaking, rich people are good at having fun, and they play lavishly.

There was even a room where a few sheep bleated.

At this time, the strong man had already checked the room where the rich woman wearing a pig-face mask was.

The door was knocked hard, and urging voices kept coming from outside the door, but there was no response from inside.

The burly man frowned, as if he realized something was wrong, because he had clearly seen a male waiter come in to serve wine.

Even if the customer doesn't know the rules, it's impossible for the waiter not to check.

The burly man glanced at his companion, then took two steps back and kicked the door.

The next second, the grenade on the door frame was instantly triggered. The impact of the explosion blew the strong man away, and he hit the aisle wall and vomited blood. The leg that kicked the door was also blown into pieces.

The two companions who were nearby were also affected and fell to the ground with blood all over their bodies.

"This way!"

An Asian man wearing a tactical vest immediately locked onto the room.

While calling his companions to come over, he kept his back against the wall and pointed the gun at the room.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the other two companions quickly arrived.

Three people entered the room one after another in a standard CQB combat tactical formation.

The last man remained at the door, alert and wary of any risk that might suddenly appear from the corridor.

There was a large pool of blood on the ground, and in the pool of blood lay a fat woman wearing a pig-head mask. Her head had been smashed in, and she was deader than dead.

Lying on the bed was a long-haired man with his skin torn and flesh exposed, barely breathing.

There was a knife stuck in his chest, his eyes were wide open, and blood was coming out of his mouth. It looked like he was not going to survive.

When the long-haired man saw someone coming in, he desperately glanced towards the window.

After hearing his hint, the two mercenaries immediately realized what was going on and quickly came to the window and opened it.

But just as the two of them looked outside, one of them suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his neck.

He wanted to turn his head, but he couldn't. Then he heard several gunshots beside his ears.

The two guys beside him and at the door behind him all fell to the ground.

Qin Feng twisted the blade and pulled it out from the back of the guy's neck. The spine and the knife rubbed violently, making a sound like chewing a bag of broad beans.

When the knife was pulled out, it brought with it a piece of sticky tissue, probably the spinal cord.

"Can you use a gun?"

"meeting."

"Follow me."

Qin Feng wiped the knife on the curtain cloth.

Dantuo, who was lying on the bed pretending to be dead, immediately got up, picked up a gun from the ground, and put on a tactical vest.

He is only wearing shorts now, and it is really indecent to go out like this.

Qin Feng was in front, holding an assault rifle in his hand. He would shoot anyone he saw without any hesitation.

But Tuo was behind him, and he originally thought about whether he could help in any way, but it turned out that he was overthinking it.

Following behind Qin Feng, he didn't even have the chance to shoot.

In just over two minutes, seven or eight corpses appeared in the corridor, but Qin Feng didn't even blink during the process.

Qin Feng stopped at the stairs, but Tuo immediately leaned against the wall, half-crouched, and looked nervous.

"Go upstairs."

"Upstairs?"

But Taku thought he had misheard.

Qin Feng did not explain to him, but took out two grenades, pulled out the pins, and threw them downwards one after another.

Two explosions were accompanied by screams and a burst of gunfire.

Qin Feng knew that there was an ambush below, so he chose to deliberately do the opposite.

The militants downstairs all rushed upstairs, preparing to encircle and suppress Qin.

The guards on the second floor also became lax.

In the crowd, Li Jiasheng, who was squatting behind the sofa, turned his head and glanced at Qi Meng, and the two exchanged glances.

He pulled out a submachine gun from his pocket and immediately pulled the trigger at the unsuspecting enemy...