Chapter 2: Gambling

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"Uncle Biao, what do those women do?" Xiangjiang in the 1970s already looked like a big city in the future, with high-rise buildings, but I was tired of seeing the same cement forest of later generations.

Lei Weidong has no interest in these high-rise buildings at all. They are not as good-looking as the young ladies on both sides of the street.

It's just that these sisters are dressed a little coolly. Although Xiangjiang is in a tropical area, it is only February and the climate is still very cool. At least Lei Weidong is still a little cold in his thick police uniform.

And these girls just wear thin skirts with underwear underneath. Lei Weidong, who is already an experienced driver, naturally knows what they do.

But in order to play the role of an ignorant boy, Lei Weidong asked knowingly.

"What else could they be, chickens!" Uncle Biao, a girl on the roadside, had already seen it, but he had seen it too much, so he turned a blind eye to it. Hearing Lei Weidong's question, he shrugged and responded.

"Chicken, isn't that the lady? Don't we need to catch her?" Lei Weidong asked.

"What are you arresting? They haven't broken the law. If you arrest them in the police station, they will be released later. It's not troublesome enough." Uncle Biao stepped on the accelerator, and the police car flew out like an arrow, throwing the beautiful scenery on the roadside into darkness.

"Uncle Biao, if the lady doesn't catch her, then why should we patrol the streets to catch her?" Lei Weidong asked, looking at the scenery passing by on both sides.

"There are a lot of things that need to be done." Uncle Biao said with a smile, "Help the old lady cross the road, check the stalls and hawkers, etc. are all we need to do."

"Are you arrested for gambling?" Lei Weidong asked.

"Of course he was caught gambling, but the gambling booth was either in a mahjong parlor or in the basement. It has nothing to do with us patrolmen."

"But just now I saw a gambling party on the street. Just past the door of the red house, there was a table with seven or eight people surrounding it."

"Gambling on the street, Lei Zai, did you read that correctly?" Uncle Biao asked.

"Absolutely, both of my eyes are 3.0, pilot's eyes." Lei Weidong pointed to his own eyes.

"Then hurry up and catch him." Uncle Biao smiled and turned the steering wheel in his hand. The police car made a sharp turn and drove towards the red house just now.

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"Buy the bet and leave the hand, bet the bet and leave the hand... Is there any more to bet?" The banker took the Sic Bo, shook it a few times and then the Sic Bo settled, and greeted the gambler.

The gambling stalls on the roadside are very simple, betting on big or small, the simplest way to play.

The dealer is responsible for shaking Sic Bo. There are three dices inside. The numbers rolled out are 4-10 points for small and 11-17 for big. If three points are rolled out, it means three ones, or three sixes. That's the leopard, and the dealer kills it all, unless you hit the leopard.

In the casino, the odds of beating the leopard are the highest, reaching 150 times.

"I'm big."

"I'll keep it small."

The gamblers around were struggling to place bets, but they were either betting big or small. No one was betting on the points, because although the odds were high, except for real experts, ordinary gamblers could not distinguish the points by sound. A few dared to try their luck.

"Buy and leave... open, 4, 5, 6, big!"

Seeing that no one continued to place bets, after the dealer opened Sic Bo, the older ones were ecstatic and the younger ones were dejected.

"Buy it and leave it, buy it and leave it..."

The banker took the money placed on the small one and paid the same amount to the big one. Then he closed the Sic Bo and another round of gambling began...

squeak……

The police car stopped ten meters away from the gambling stall. Uncle Biao jumped out of the car and ran straight to the gambling stall, shouting as he ran, "Don't move, policeman."

"The police are coming, run."

Whether they were bookmakers or gamblers, all of them were experienced. When they saw the police coming, they immediately dispersed and ran faster than rabbits, leaving Lei Weidong confused as to which one to chase.

"Don't run."

Ten years later, Uncle Biao would smile all day long and would only hide behind and instruct Chen Jiaju to work hard. Now Uncle Biao is only in his thirties, but he is very brave and has rich experience.

He turned a blind eye to the fleeing gamblers and focused directly on the banker, who was a big fish.

After a few quick steps, he caught up with the banker who was still stuffing money into his arms, and pinned him to the ground with a single grab.

"Lei Zai, why are you arresting those gamblers? Why don't you come back soon and pack up the gambling equipment? These are all evidence." Uncle Biao took out the handcuffs and skillfully handcuffed the criminals to the telephone pole on the roadside, and then looked at Lei Wei Dong, found that it had run dozens of meters away, and immediately shouted.

"Ah! Yes, Uncle Biao!"

Lei Weidong, who was about to be eaten by a vicious dog and throw a gambler to the ground, turned around when he heard Uncle Biao's cry.

"Uncle Biao, I'm going to catch the criminal soon. Why do you want me to come back?"

"That's a gambler. Gambling is illegal in Hong Kong, but the gambler's crime is very minor. They only have to pay a fine and go and collect the things on the ground and put them in the car. These are all evidence."

"Yes!" Lei Weidong, who followed Uncle Biao's instructions, moved the table, Sic Bo and other items to the police car.

"Sir, please go around me, this is my first time." Seeing Lei Weidong leave, the banker who was handcuffed to the telephone pole said pitifully, "As long as you let me go, the money will be yours. "

"Money is a good thing, but." Looking at the wad of money that the criminal took out from his pocket, at least several thousand Hong Kong dollars, Uncle Biao was a little jealous, but he still shook his head firmly.

"No, sir, I know I was wrong. Just beat me up. Don't hand me over to..." Hearing that Uncle Biao was about to pull him back to the police station, the other party almost peed in fear.