Chapter 26: Nine Thorns (Part 2)

Chinese people like gambling, which is world-famous.

When two people have different opinions and disputes, they often say "bet". It is precisely because of this kind of gambling nature that everyone has said that in this world, where there are Chinese people, there will be casinos.

As an international metropolis, Shanghai has certainly many casinos.

In the big casino with guilds behind it, the staff covered the windows tightly with heavy curtains, and could not see through the sun. It was brightly lit for twenty-four hours, and the walls were covered with various decorations, but you could not find anything that could report your time to you.

The waiter holding all kinds of drinks and food in his hands stood quietly in every corner of the hall, or was like a butterfly, shuttled back and forth between the gamblers, bringing a gust of fragrance.

Simply put, in this high-end casino, as long as you have money, you can leave your home and enjoy a variety of wines, delicacies, and beauties, and live a life like a god.

Some gang members, known as "Qianliyan" and "Baishitong", narrowed their eyes there, looking at each rich child who had already been gambling and had red eyes and sweating, but were spending a lot of money and wanted to get the gambling money back.

When they spend all their money, these gang members responsible for lending loans will have a place to use.

As long as you send the money to those rich children who are not smart and bet dizzy, there are really few people who can stop it.

Of course, not everyone can enter such high-end casinos. If you want to enter such a place, you really need a lot of money. And those who set up a table on the street and covered with a piece of red cloth will just shout a few times.

If you pull a few viewers, you can start a small bet.

In such street gambling stalls, there is no limit on betting, as small as a copper plate, as large as a few silver dollars, and even bet on the gold ring that my wife dowed over. How much money is willing to invest is to be the only way to go.

Whether to win or lose is the destiny of everyone and the fraud of the dealer, whether the gambling technique is clever enough.

This is a gambling stall set up on the edge of the dock. Although the work on the dock is very busy, and although everyone is often forced to go out like a top, there are also leisure spaces.

Perhaps it is only at this time that dock workers, supervisors, and gangsters who often wander around the dock and don’t know what they are thinking about will become intimate.

This shows that the Chinese people’s culture of gambling is also a good tool to promote social stability and prosperity and strengthen class communication!

Among the gamblers who were crowded together, their eyes were as big as table tennis, the most eye-catching.

It is a man who stands there like a javelin with a faint slight corner of his mouth meaningless. He can definitely be described as a curve that is not a smile on his face, never speaks. He is just a man who plays cards silently and pays or collects money silently.

In fact, anyone thinks that this guy should go to a high-end casino instead of accompanying them, dock workers who are mixed with sweat and sour smell, come here with a whirring and salty and humid sea breeze, and go to bet on a few copper coins here.

No matter how much some people pretend, they are poor people who don’t have many eldest sons in their pockets. Even if some people don’t speak, they will know that they are born in a wealthy family and still have no worries about food and clothing.

He wore a grey windbreaker with exquisite materials and exquisite handmade materials. At first glance, he was not a street stall product, and it was ironed flat.

Look at his feet, he was wearing a pair of high-waist leather boots. They were freshly made by a skilled craftsman using calves waist leather to imitate the style of the US Navy officer leather boots. Their owners.

They even use high-quality shoe polish to make them shine.

And on his head, he also buckled a round hat with a round edge. The brim of the hat was deliberately lowered to cover half of his face, and also made his eyes hide in the darkness of the hat brim.

Even so, he still habitually narrowed his eyes. Only when he turned on the cards in his hand would occasionally burst out with a sharp light, but soon, under the cover of the hat brim, disappeared without a trace.

It is because of this slanted hat that this man was so serious that he was attending a high-end banquet that he had a wild and untiety like a cowboy in the western United States.

But it was because of this wildness and unfaithfulness that he stood like a javelin on the dock and crowded into a gambling table, but miraculously created an indescribable strange harmony.

After squeezing into the gambling table, the man directly put a stack of silver balls on a corner of the gambling table, but strangely, he never used the stack of silver balls whether he won or lost money.

Amid a noise, the dealer dealt the cards again. The man picked up the rough handmade cards in front of him. Before he could see clearly what the cards were, a crisp gunshot suddenly rang behind him.

"Bang!"

The man's top hat, which was tilted upside down on his head, was like an invisible hand and threw it up hard. As everyone was stunned, they rolled continuously in the air, with the smell of something being burned, flying four or five meters away.

He could tell from the gunshot without looking back that a gunman appeared about twenty meters behind him. A sharpshooter who shot his hat and did not scratch his scalp! A sharpshooter who could obviously kill him with one shot but wanted to make his mark in Shanghai, a world where the strong men respected, had to fight him head-on, and had enough confidence and strength!

After a moment of shock, the gamblers who were still gathering together just now shouted, and everyone suddenly scattered.

Even if they have no vision and have never experienced any strong winds and rains, they can clearly know that a guy holding a rifle in his hand and using strange techniques to insert a revolver on his waist will definitely not be doing a friendly exchange with them when he comes here, right?!

In a panic, running, and noise, he was still standing there quietly, slowly opening the card in his hand with his unchanging movements. His hands were like cast of iron.

There was no tremor at all, as if the hat on his head was knocked away just now, not a bullet, but a lover's kiss.

The card in his hand finally opened, but he faced the empty gambling table. Looking at the gentle sea outside the pier that kept rippling outside the pier, he sighed in his heart: "What a pity."

He didn't look back. He had already passed the age of knowing that there was an enemy behind him, so he was panicked and turned his head quickly. He didn't pounce behind any cover and then looked for an opportunity to fight back.

He knew clearly that since the other party did not kill him in the first shot, he would never shoot him from behind. His head is very valuable, but if he could kill him head-on, it would definitely be more than just a generous bonus!

All the irrelevant people found a suitable shelter at this time, and they carefully exposed their heads. They looked at the scene in front of them nervously and excitedly.

It was as everyone was staring at me stunned, in this deadly situation, he actually slowly put the card in his hand into his pocket. Then he walked step by step towards the top hat with an extra bullet hole.

Just as he bent down and was about to reach out to pick up the hat, a crisp gunshot came from behind him, and the hat fell to the ground. He was hit by a bullet and flew three or four meters away.

Looking at the top hat that was rolling and rolling on the ground and had two more bullet holes, he still walked towards his top hat with the unchanging smile on his face.

"Hello.

"Listening the sound of the gunman behind him pulling the bolt again, he finally spoke. Did he never like to speak? It turned out that his voice was too cold and had an indescribable slippery feeling. I believe that any normal person would feel a chill on his body when he heard his voice, and he couldn't help but think of the snake letter that was constantly sucking in the poisonous snake's mouth.

It is because his voice is too alternative and it is too easy for others to be wary of him.

And he was unwilling to pretend deliberately, so there was no need. He never talked much. When he spoke, it was even more simple and clear, "I like this hat very much."

Under the gaze of the public, he bent down for the third time. This time the sharpshooter behind him did not shoot again. He also took the sloppy carelessness of his own affairs. He casually patted the dust on his hat.

Look at the two bullet holes on the top of the hat, and finally buckle the top hat diagonally onto your head.

"You like this hat so much. I will leave this hat so that you can wear it to report to the Hall of Yama!"

The gunman behind him also spoke.

He smiled, this time he really laughed. He didn't look back for a long time because he didn't know what kind of enemy he was behind him.

If they are old gunmen over 35 years old, their physical reaction speed may begin to gradually slow down as they grow older, but the practical experience they have is enough to make up for everything! Letting a gunman who rolls on the beach and lives to 35 years old stand behind him is tantamount to handing over his life to the God of Death.

Like an old gunman, he can't speak at all when facing a great enemy like him, because the bloody lesson can already give them enough reason to understand that silence is golden!

"He has a good marksmanship and his shooting speed is quite fast. He can already rank in the top 20 among the people I have seen. In the entire Shanghai, he is already a first-class expert by just being a marksmanship.

Moreover, the official rifle in his hand, listening to the speed of his pulling the bolt and the sound of the spring, should have been modified, so he can shoot faster."

He lowered his head, no one could believe that in such a short time, he had used his eyes to find a bullet hitting the hard stone wall, bounced back, and lay quietly on the bullet twenty-two meters away from his left.

His eyes hidden under the brim of the hat, narrowed again dangerously, "Silver bullet?"

The bullets filled with silver can hit farther and shoot more straighter. In other words, the rifle used by the gunman behind him has the great lethality of the mid-formal rifle and the stability of the Japanese Type 38 rifle.

Of course, looking at Shanghai, there are only a handful of gunmen who can afford special bullets such as silver bullets.

He smiled again, the reason was very simple. Recently, he had never heard of gunmen using silver bullets, even if there had been one before.

This kind of gunman who likes to be unconventional and is most likely to become targets of others has long been flooded by the chaotic beach!

He walked backwards to the gambling table, he just didn't look back, he just didn't give the other party a chance to shoot. He pointed at the stack of silver balls on the gambling table as soon as he joined the gambling game, and said seriously: "That's mine."

The gunman behind him was silent and allowed him to use slow movements. He retrieved the stack of silver circles. He grabbed the silver circles in his hand and played with them casually. More than a dozen silver circles touched each other head-on, making a pleasant sound like a wind chime.

He suddenly asked, "How much is my head worth?"

"One thousand five hundred oceans!"

The gunman behind him said, "But even if it only costs 150 cents, I want to come and meet you!"

He raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Oh?"

"A gunmen who are engaging in Shanghai know that there is a legend that the flying knife player Zhang Cheng threw out the ground. It can be faster than the bullet. I don't believe that the fun thrown in the hands of a person can be faster than the gun shot in the chamber!"

Zhang Cheng didn't say anything anymore, he continued to shake the stack of silver circles in his hand. The gunman behind him also closed his mouth, first unbuttoned the holster at his waist with his left hand, and then picked up the rifle with both hands.

It aimed at Zhang Cheng, who is still standing with his back to him.

To be honest, facing the nickname "Flying Knife Hand", the legendary character who throws a ground-flying knife faster than a bullet, if you want to fight with him for life and death, it must be a lie if you are not nervous.

You know, there is no luck to become famous in Shanghai where there are mixed things and there are open and secret battles everywhere!

For a moment, there were only a dozen silver circles remaining on the entire dock, making a crisp sound of continuous impact.

I don't know how long I stood quietly, but Zhang Cheng suddenly turned around slowly, looking at his hands that were not carrying any weapons, the gunman still raised the rifle in his hand and asked, "Where is your knife?"

"In hand!"

Zhang Cheng turned his right hand, and a dazzling light that was extremely dazzling, instantly stinged the gunman's eyes. No matter what kind of training the gunman had experienced, facing such an absolutely unexpected situation.

He still blinked a moment, even his head.

He couldn't help but tilt slightly. When his cheeks left the stock, his eyes, sight, and targets formed a straight line. Even the rhythm of an excellent gunman was broken by this accident, the gunman's heart had instantly sunk to the bottom.

The match between masters, victory and loss, life and death, is a slight slight battle in this moment, not to mention that what he faces is a man who claims to throw a flying knife and can be faster than a bullet!

Almost at the same time, Zhang Chengdi's right hand suddenly raised, and the back of a piece was carefully polished, which was smoother and brighter than a mirror, and could reflect the sunshine more silver circles. It roared in the air, spinning and flying towards the gunman.

As a gunman trained by famous masters, he adjusted back to his state in the shortest time. He could see the true background of the silver circle that flew to him in a blink of an eye.

It's a deadly flying knife!

Not only is this silver circle polished to be smoother and brighter than a mirror, it can maximize the reflection of sunlight, and its edges are polished to be extremely sharp.

Silver bullets can be farther and straighter than ordinary bullets. By the same token, a circular dart made of silver can also be flew faster and dropped further!

"Bang!"

The rifle in the gunman's hand fired. In the seemingly impossible situation, he actually used his rifle to smash the silver circle that had already flown in front of him with one shot.
To be continued...