"Crack!"
"Crack!"
A member of the Flying Tigers took out his equipment, pulled the gun bolt, and checked the firearm.
Confirmed!
They began to insert magazines into the weapons one by one and wear them on their bodies...
The boss's meeting is about to begin!
They want to help the big boss finish the matter first, and then stay in Macau for two days to enjoy themselves.
The Vietnamese gangsters were so meticulous in their work that they even had mobile hoods in their backpacks.
This is probably what Rose specially ordered...
So after putting on their equipment, the Flying Tigers members put on their action-specific hoods, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes and a tightly guarded mouth.
A group of tourists wearing suits crossing the sea turned into a majestic and fierce Flying Tigers in the blink of an eye!
"Squeak!"
"Squeak!"
Hotel Lisboa.
door.
A stretched Rolls-Royce pulled up.
Several Lisboa Gang cars were parked behind.
Several greeters came to greet him.
The Lisboa Hotel has already received personal instructions from Mr. He. Although it has not reached the level of closing the hotel, a fast lane has been cleared from top to bottom of the hotel to prepare for Mr. Zhuang's arrival.
Of course, it's not a big deal for everyone to sit down and have tea together.
There is no need to cause trouble to tourists from all over the world in the Lisboa Hotel.
After all, there are tens of thousands of gamblers in Lisboa, and the turnover exceeds 100 million every day.
Mr. Zhuang has no habit of disturbing tourists.
A fast lane is just right.
The security guards, concierges, and adaptive students of the Lisboa Hotel are well prepared and have been waiting for Mr. Zhuang for a long time.
The two greeters opened the front door of the luxury car for the distinguished guests, and Mr. He raised his hand to greet them.
Mr. Zhuang nodded, stooped and stepped out of the car.
After standing firm, he stretched out his hand to hold Rose's left hand, and got off the car with his female companion.
Mr. He gathered up his suit with a smile, followed suit slowly, and raised his hand sideways to ask Mr. Zhuang to go first...
The members of the Lisboa Gang got out of the car and followed them. They all looked around with cautious expressions and carried weapons bulging around their waists. They protected Mr. Zhuang and Mr. He in the middle...
Drinking tea is drinking tea.
The negotiations are not fake either.
No matter how relaxed Mr. He and Mr. Zhuang appear, security work is the top priority.
Who knows whether "Bengyaju" will jump over the wall in a hurry?
Although it is impossible to hurt Zhuang Sheng and He Sheng with Beng Yaju's ability.
But it’s not good to scare the two big bosses!
Security work is very important!
The Vietnam Gang team carrying the Flying Tigers jumped into the underground passage like running water, drove into the underground parking lot, and stopped steadily at the door of several employee elevators.
All elevators used by hotel guests cannot be controlled! However, the hotel's employee elevator has been blocked for a limited time! From the moment the convoy arrived at the Lisboa Hotel, the employees climbed the stairs and walked within fifteen minutes, leaving the employee elevator to the people brought by Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang and his people were angry with Mr. He.
The heavily armed Flying Tigers are too high-profile! Must operate covertly! To avoid causing big gossip among the people!
Mr. He also arranged floors and rooms for the Flying Tigers, and also provided monitoring and security cooperation to ensure the Flying Tigers' actions.
"Crash." At this time, the Flying Tigers opened the door and jumped into the elevator in a well-trained manner. There were four elevators in total, and they were full of thirty people.
The Flying Tigers are divided into five six-man squads and two operational groups, each with three squads. According to the formal combat preparations, a large net was quietly laid. Support Sir Zhuang! Dig Bengyaju's grave!
"Get off! Get off!"
"The administrative corridor on the tenth floor is ready! Group A is in charge of the left aisle, and Group B is in charge of the right aisle. All suspicious persons should be subdued! If there is any movement in Sir Zhuang's box, pounce immediately!" Zhou Xingxing gave the order through the headset in the elevator.
Thirty team members responded in unison: "Yes, sir!"
The Vietnamese gangster felt deeply ashamed when he saw the Flying Tigers' orderly and uniform ability to act.
What is a special operations elite?
What is Young and Dangerous?
Oh shit!
What a difference!
Is "Saigon Boy", the top gunman in the Vietnamese gang, awesome enough? He is also the number one gangster in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, but if he picks up any Flying Tigers member, he will be beaten! And he beat me by stepping on the floor!
When the Vietnamese gangsters saw Boss Zhuang dispatching troops, they were a little confused for a while. Who is Bengyaju? How dare you challenge Mr. Zhuang!
And in the lobby of the Lisboa Hotel.
"He Sheng."
"Zhuang Sheng."
"Good morning."
"He Sheng..."
"Zhuang Sheng..."
A concierge bowed and stopped to say hello.
Zhuang Shikai nodded with a smile, returned the greeting gently, and expressed his gratitude to the greeters.
Also show some respect.
Although being a concierge is a job and you get paid to do things, people are not tools, and the profession is neither high nor low.
At most, it’s the difference between you having money now and you not having money now.
Since others come to greet you, smile and express welcome to you. You should also give the other person a smile and express your gratitude to the other person.
Everyone respects one foot.
I respect you.
This is Mr. Zhuang's principle.
However, his identity is there.
He won't be too pretentious either.
"Ding Dong."
Zhuang Shikai, Mei Mei, and Mr. He walked to the elevator door. An elevator door opened in time. A greeter wearing white gloves blocked the door, bowed and said: "Sheng He, Mr. Zhuang, Mrs. Zhuang, please come in." "
"Thank you." The three of them nodded their thanks and walked into the elevator. The greeter stopped and did not follow, and the elevator did not go by floor. Instead, it went directly from the control room to the top floor of the hotel, the VIP Presidential Room on the 11th floor.
…
"Drink tea!"
"Drink tea!"
Eleventh floor.
In the VIP presidential suite.
Zhuang Shikai and Mr. He were sitting opposite each other in the living room of the suite, on both sides of a small round table in the middle, each raising a cup of hot tea.
"sip."
"sip."
The two of them raised their glasses and drank the tea.
Rose crossed her legs and sat on a sofa next to her. The sofa seat was right next to Sir Zhuang.
Obviously, today’s protagonist is Mr. Zhuang.
She was sitting in the standard escort seat.
Today it is up to the husband to sing and the wife to follow.
On the round table in front of Zhuang Shikai and Mr. He, there are several baskets of chicken feet, pork ribs, kale and other refreshments placed as decorations for the morning tea. If you are bored, you can use chopstick holders to place a few chopsticks.
There was a set of exquisite ceramic tableware, ivory chopsticks, and sterilized napkins in front of both of them.
"Come on, come on."
"Let's have morning tea first."
"Ahju will be here soon."
Mr. He put down his tea cup and preached.
"It doesn't matter."
"Not urgent."
"Let's talk first."
Zhuang Shikai picked up the chopsticks and smiled.
Next to the two people, there were several waiters busy at work, and on the left and right sides were two rows of suit boys from the Vietnamese and Lisboa gangs. The appearance was both formal and majestic.
…
Fifteen minutes later.
A Mercedes Benz parked at the door.
Bengyaju opened the car door and stepped out of the car.
I saw him wearing a black jacket, wrapped tightly around his body, bulging, raised his head and shouted: "I am Bengyaju!"
"I came here to discuss something with your boss He."
The golden signboard of the Lisboa Hotel hangs on the door.
Bengyaju was thinking: "How much money can a casino make in a day? One million? Five million? TMD! It shouldn't be 10 million, right?"
At this time, a hotel manager in a suit came forward with a smile and said: "Mr. Yin, Mr. He is already waiting for you upstairs."
"I'll take you there."
"Okay!" Beng Yaju nodded, followed the hotel experience with his head held high, followed the directions all the way to the elevator, and also enjoyed the special elevator control, and went straight to the top of the eleventh floor.
After all, Bengyaju is a dangerous person.
There is no need for him to have too much contact with guests.
It does not mean that Bengyaju has the qualifications to sit on an equal footing with Mr. He and Mr. Zhuang...
Several security guards in suits at the entrance of the hotel immediately noticed Beng Yaju's whereabouts from the moment Beng Yaju got out of the car, and pressed their headsets to report the situation to Mr. He.
In the VIP box on the top floor, a Lisboa gang leader received the news and stepped forward to whisper a few words to Mr. He. Mr. He immediately laughed loudly and said: "Zhuangsheng, Aju is here alone."
"How brave!"
Zhuang Shikai picked up the tea cup and smiled.
"It's just Xiaoyong."
Mr. He said hehe.
Right.
After all, Bengyaju is a self-made gang boss.
There is no great courage or wisdom.
Xiaoyong, who went to the meeting alone, was still a little worried.
Nothing.
After receiving the message, Rose turned around and gave Sai Kung Tsai a wink, and Sai Kung Tsai passed the news that Beng Yaju was coming alone to the Flying Tigers waiting in the stairs.
At the same time, Bengyaju stepped on the carpet in the corridor on the top floor and followed the manager's guidance to the door of the suite. Looking at the red solid wood door in front of him, he thought to himself: "Casino, casino! I must open a casino!" I, Bengyaju, must have a casino in Haojiang!"
There is a casino in Haojiang!
This is probably every Macau person’s dream!
"I want to break through the dragon gate!" Beng Yaju clenched his fists and creaked, and the red door of the presidential suite opened.
Two adaptors wearing white gloves opened the doors on both sides.
Bengyaju raised his head and walked into the room.
I saw two big guys holding teacups, legs crossed, sitting on both sides of the round table in front, looking at him with interest.
"This is the real big boss!"
Bengyaju's heart was surging.
He had the illusion that he could talk to the two bosses on the same stage.
Although Bengyaju grew up in Macau, he never really played in a casino.
I used to be really poor.
It’s not long enough to make a fortune now.
This was actually his first time in a casino, and he was very curious about all the facilities in the casino, and he didn't see any derogatory or disdainful emotions in the eyes of the hotel manager.
He even figured out how to run the casino.
Learn Portuguese!
"Wait!" At this moment, two horse boys in suits raised their hands to stop him, and stepped forward to search him. One touched Beng Yaju's trouser legs, and the other searched Beng Yaju's arms...
Bengyaju opened his arms calmly at first, but when Ma Zai in the suit touched his trouser legs, he kicked Ma Zai away and shouted loudly: "I'm here to invite Zhuang Sheng and He Sheng to drink tea! You are also qualified Search my balls?”
Bengyaju speaks very wildly.
Mr. He gave Mr. Zhuang a wink.
Bengyaju pushed away another Ma Zai who was searching him.
"Ha!" Zhuang Shikai stared at Beng Yaju's jacket, a sneer broke out from the corner of his mouth, lowered his teacup and asked, "Are you Beng Yaju?"
