There are only two squatting pits in the bar's toilets.
Some drunk guests vomit not only in the pit, but also in the urinals and sinks. Therefore, the cleaners come in almost every five minutes to see if anyone has clogged the sink.
Meng Xiang thought for a while. He had the ability to teleport, so it would not be difficult to bring a gun into the bar. The hard part is where to hide it best.
Obviously, Gu Yi did not expect that the toilet here was so small and that there were cleaners patrolling back and forth.
If you really want to hide something here, it will be exposed sooner or later.
"Yes."
Meng Xiang rolled his eyes. While the toilet was empty, he placed a location coordinate in the corner, turned around and left the bar.
Meng Xiang found his car and opened the trunk.
There was a rectangular corrugated cardboard box in the trunk of the car, and inside was the shotgun. He held the cardboard box under his arm and walked into a nearby flower shop.
"Hello sir, how can I help you?"
"Help me pack some of this cardboard box and write a birthday card by the way."
"Yes sir."
The clerk took the carton. He didn't expect the box to be so heavy.
However, for the sake of Meng Xiang's tip, the clerk didn't say much. She took out a piece of pink wrapping paper, wrapped the carton, and took out a ribbon to tie a bow on the carton.
"finished."
"Thanks."
Meng Xiang whistled and returned to the car holding the cardboard box.
"Teleport!"
Meng Xiang returned to the toilet.
Fortunately, there was no one in the toilet, and the bar was too noisy and no one noticed the exaggerated sound and light effects produced when Meng Xiang teleported.
He held the cardboard box and walked to the bar.
"Brother, can you help me?"
"You say."
"Today is my friend's birthday and I want to give him a surprise. I want to put this gift on your bar and come and get it when I need it, okay?"
"Your station number is..."
"Oh, I always play on the negative floor."
"Oh? So you are our VIP customer? Okay, I'll accept the things."
The guy at the bar took the gift box.
The boy was holding the gift box and was a little confused for a moment, but he didn't dare to open the box to see what was inside.
"It's not a gun, is it?"
The man frowned, but quickly dismissed his idea.
If it was really a dangerous item, the security guard at the door would definitely stop it. How could it be his turn to question it?
Meng Xiang followed the rhythm of the music and walked to Gu Yi's side, shaking his head.
"nailed it."
"Where are you hiding?" Gu Yi frowned and said, "I just looked at the toilet, and it doesn't seem to be a suitable place to hide things."
"I put him on the bar."
"Huh? Are you sure?"
"Don't worry, there will be no problem."
"All right."
Gu Yi closed his eyes, finished saving the files here, took out a pass and handed it into Meng Xiang's hand.
The two passed the security inspection and successfully sneaked into the casino.
Meng Xiang looked at the various gaming tables in the casino curiously, looking eager to try.
"Do you want to win money here, and then use the money to hire killer bodyguards or the like? Your file-reading ability will definitely kill everyone here."
"No, I want to bet on that..."
boom!
Before Gu Yi finished speaking, another gambler committed suicide by swallowing a gun and was dragged out of the casino.
Meng Xiang was amazed and patted Gu Yi's shoulder excitedly.
"You kid really dare to bet."
"You go somewhere else to play. If the situation is not good, I will signal to you. Then, you will hold the guy and be ready to support at any time."
"Um."
Gu Yi arranged his clothes and walked to the gambling table. He walked up to the rich guy who called himself the underground emperor and said in a deep voice:
"Sir, I heard that as long as someone bets five bullets and survives, you can grant his wish?"
"Huh? Who did you listen to?"
"Everyone was talking about this just now." Gu Yi looked around, "It's just that the unlucky guy was unlucky and didn't survive."
"Haha, hearing what you mean, do you want to take a gamble?"
"Either you die or you die."
"Okay, I placed his bet for him."
Brother Fu took out five chips and threw them on the gaming table.
The dealer helped Gu Yi load the bullets and threw the pistol in front of Gu Yi.
"Sir, you may begin."
"Um."
Gu Yi turned on the safety and shot himself in the head.
Click——
Gu Yi won the bet in one go.
The gamblers around him were either excited or annoyed. Even Gu Yi didn't expect that he was so lucky and he didn't need to use any skills.
"It's amazing." Brother Fu nodded and said, "Hello, my name is James. I can fulfill one of your wishes."
"Hello, my name is Gu Yi. I hope you can help me deal with the Razor Gang."
"The Razor Gang? Do you owe them money?"
"No, I wanted to investigate the cause of Monterey's death, but the people from the Razor Gang not only threatened me, they even almost shot me."
James's expression was very exciting. He looked Gu Yi up and down and asked leisurely: "Are you a cop?"
"I'm just an insurance investigator."
"Hahahaha...how much do you pay per month? Are you risking your life?"
"I once wanted to be an agent, but my brain was not very good and I had been ill, so I had to settle for being an insurance investigator. My professional ethics told me that I must pursue the truth, not Being fooled by appearances. The attitude of the Razor Gang only makes me more curious about the truth."
Gu Yi's tone was serious and his eyes were firm.
James nodded, pointed to the door in the distance and said, "Come with me, it's too noisy here to chat."
"Um."
Gu Yi nodded, followed James, and then gestured towards Meng Xiang.
James was escorted by bodyguards and walked into the house.
This is an office.
There are two couches near the door. Two men with tattoos are smoking leaf cigarettes. There are two pistols on the coffee table.
Gu Yi took a closer look at their tattoos and found that they were both from the Razor Gang.
After entering the door, the two thugs stood up and touched Gu Yi's body to confirm that he was not carrying a weapon before sitting back on the sofa.
Gu Yi didn't show the slightest surprise at the appearance of the Razor Gang - how could the bar frequented by the white gunman have nothing to do with the Razor Gang?
James sat behind his desk and lit a cigarette.
"Huh... little guy, don't you know who I am?"
"Are you the boss of the Razor Gang?"
"Yes, you are not a fool. But why are you so stubborn?"
"I said, I just want to find the truth."
The two guys sitting on the sofa suddenly put down the leaf cigarettes in their hands and reached out to touch the weapons on the table.
Gu Yi clenched his fists. He vaguely felt that this crisis could not be solved by "literary fighting".
"Tell me, how much do you want?"
"I said, I just want the truth. I want to know why Monterey died."
James frowned and nodded towards the two gangsters on the sofa.
boom!
A burst of gunshots rang out in Gu Yi's ears, and his eyes turned blood red...
