Chapter 4 Fourth time pistol, gunner

The gun may not be terrible, what is terrible is the hand holding the gun, the person holding the gun. He was sitting behind the green velvet gambling table, wearing a pure black evening gown, a snow-white silk shirt with a black bow tie, and a diamond collar pin shining under the lamp. His attire is exactly the same as other high rollers, just a typical playboy. His face was pale and his eyes were sunken, obviously from too much wine, too many women, too much night life. But his eyes were as cold as ice. When he looks at you, no matter how long he looks at you, he never blinks. And his hands.

Pale hands with short, neatly manicured nails and long, thin fingers. Panther had never seen such steady hands. Because of those hands, those eyes, Black Panther never doubted every word he uttered. "As long as you move, I guarantee you will have an extra eye on your face." What this kind of person said is by no means scary. Panther didn't move. He could even feel that cold sweat had begun to break out between his brows. The man stared at his face: "Are you the Black Panther?" "yes." "I've heard your name when I was in Berlin, you're really quick with your shots."

"..." "But I can also assure you that the fastest bullet in the world is still fired from a pistol." "I believe." "Your greatest advantage is that you can believe what other people say." There was a cruel smile on the corner of the man's mouth: "Otherwise you would have gone to hell with your third eye." "I've heard of you too." Panther suddenly said, "Your name is Gordon, and you are a Chinese who grew up in Germany." "You're also well-informed." "Only those who are well-informed can live longer."

Gordon showed that cruel smile again: "How long do you think you can live?" Panther looked at his hands. His hands were just as dry, just as steady. Black Panther suddenly smiled: "It doesn't matter how long you live, people like you and me don't live long." "People like us?" "Aren't you the same kind of person as I am?" Black Panther's voice was also very calm: "We work hard for others, kill for others, and sooner or later, we will die for others." Gordon's face was still completely expressionless, but there seemed to be pain in his deep eyes.

Mrs. Meizi had already put on the overcoat someone sent her, and suddenly shouted: "Why don't you kill him? What are you waiting for?" "I can wait as long as I like." Gordon's face has darkened: "No matter what I do, I don't like others to talk too much." "Do you know who I am?" Mrs. Meizi's arrogance rose again. "Of course I know," Gordon sneered, "you're a bitch, bastard bitch." Mrs. Meizi's face turned pale again, and her whole body began to tremble again. That noble and arrogant attitude was not even visible in her now.

"I will make you regret it one day." Mrs. Meizi gritted her teeth, "One day." Gordon said coldly: "I can make you regret it now." He put down his gun suddenly and put it on the table. At this moment, the Black Panther's men jumped up like leopards. He didn't rush at Gordon, Gordon's hand was only three inches away from his gun. He rushed towards Ruth, and as soon as he shot, he grabbed the girl's arm. Ruth screamed, and Mrs. Plum screamed too. The panther said coldly: "If you want this bitch's daughter to live, then make way for me to go."

The thugs were still hesitating, but Mrs. Meizi had already shouted, "Do as he said, and get out of the way." The panther held Ruth with one hand, stood in front of him, and walked backwards. "We let you go, why don't you let go of my daughter?" Mrs. Meizi called again. "I will definitely let her come back within six hours." Hei Bao said coldly, "So during these six hours, you'd better be obedient and do nothing." "Please wait a moment," Gordon said suddenly, "I still have something to ask you to listen to." "I am listening."

"If I kill her first, I can still kill you." Gordon sneered, "I don't care about killing another bitch's daughter." "I see." Panther had backed out of the door, turned over suddenly, and lost sight of his people in a blink of an eye. There was a sudden grave silence in the hall.Mrs. Meizi was stunned, this noble lady looked like a bitch now.The thugs were downcast one by one, and the gamblers who had retreated to the corner were all regretting that they should not have come today. Then they heard Gordon's cold voice again: "Since the people here are not dead, why don't you continue to gamble? I haven't won enough yet."

Tian Baye's family is also gambling, betting Pai Gow. The person who pushed the bank was Er Ye Jin, who had already lost one hundred thousand, and although the cigar ash in his mouth was more than an inch long, not a single bit of it fell out. Everyone knows that Jin Erye is the most calm person, especially when gambling, no matter how big the win or loss, he will never change his face. Tian Baye is the big winner, and of course he is very calm. Zhang Dashuai is different. He also lost 50,000 with him, and he has already started to rage, and all kinds of curse words have come out together.

"I'm doing his mother's work." Dashuai Zhang slapped the cards in his hand on the table: "It's his grandma's cannon ten again." Except for the three tycoons who are the only remaining "old stereotyped" tycoons, there are only three people who can bet by their side. A fat man with a big heart and a ten-carat diamond ring is the chairman and general manager of Chase Bank, the "live God of Wealth" Zhu Wanwan. An old man with a sallow and thin face but a big hooked nose is an old man from the Qing Dynasty who once served as Fan Egong of Jiangsu Daotai.He was a gifted scholar in Hubei and a famous scholar in the late Qing Dynasty, but now he is the purveyor and think tank of Jin Erye.

The two sitting together are the most stark contrast. There was also a well-dressed and well-mannered foreign gentleman who was the famous French lawyer Meles. He has been in China for nearly forty years, and he speaks Chinese even better than some Chinese. Except for them, the rest of the people are just making fun of it. "His grandma's bear, this bet is finally correct." Marshal Zhang slapped the two cards in his hand on the table again. A sky card, a human card. Tianbo. Dashuai Zhang's face glowed, no matter what he said, Tianbo couldn't be considered a small card. Jin Erye also showed his cards calmly. A piece of Ding three, a piece of two six. The supreme treasure monkey king, all eat. Dashuai Zhang jumped up and slapped the table with a "bar", almost turning the table over. Without saying anything, he picked up a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl next to him, and walked into the inner room. Second Master Jin flicked the cigarette ash, and said with a smile: "The third brother still has his old habits, and if he loses too much, he will find someone to mine it, and he will be happy." "Second brother was such a good person before?" Tian Baye said with a smile: "But since having Miss Chun, second brother has changed a lot, and he has become a gentleman of Taoism." Jin Erye laughed. Standing behind him, the beautiful woman like a Persian cat also blushed and smiled. When she laughed, a deep dimple appeared on one side of her rosy cheeks. At this moment, a servant in white uniform walked in from outside the hall, and whispered a few words in Melis' ear. After the famous lawyer pleaded guilty, he followed him out. When he came in again, this lawyer who was always known for his calmness in court seemed to be a different person. He didn't stop at the gaming table, and immediately rushed into the back room specially prepared for guests. Jin Erye saw it, and couldn't help showing a smug smile on his face. He knew that the Panther's mission must have been successful. When the famous British Rolls-Royce car is driving at the fastest speed, the only sound that the people in the car can hear is the "tick" sound of the clock-this is a slang word for a speeding car, and it is also a fact. Ruth curled up in a corner of the carriage, although her body was still shaking, the tears on her face had dried. The car belonged to her father, but the driver had changed to a stranger. Even in this most prosperous metropolis, there are only two such brand-name cars. In fact, there are few such cars in the world. This is what she used to feel proud of, but now she hopes that this is an old car, and that others can catch up. Hei Panther leaned on the other side of the carriage, looking at her coldly. Just look, don't talk. He is a person who doesn't like to talk too much. Ruth was biting her lip, so that two deep dimples appeared on her apple cheeks. Panther was looking at her dimples. "You...what are you going to do to me?" Ruth finally couldn't help asking. She speaks the same standard Chinese as her parents, but Black Panther doesn't seem to understand. After a long time, he replied slowly: "I will take you to a safe and secret place." "And then?" Ruth could hear her heart beating. Hei Panther was still looking at her dimples, and slowly replied word by word: "Then I will rape you!" A rich lady like Ruth, when she heard the word "rape", would have cried out, if she hadn't immediately fainted from fright. But Ruth's reaction was strange. She didn't even react at all, she just sat there quietly and looked at the black panther. It was dark in the compartment. In the shadows, the panther looked like a figure carved out of marble. His face was sharp and prominent. "You don't have to rape me," Ruth said suddenly. Although the black panther's face remained calm, it was obvious that he felt very strange. "I'm not the kind of rich lady you imagined. When I was fifteen, I already had a man." She looked at the expression on Hei Panther's face, and suddenly smiled, a very sweet smile, and the dimples on her face deepened: "So you don't need to rape me at all, because I already like you, as long as you ask the driver in front to get off, I can be with you in the car..." She stopped suddenly. Because she found that the panther's reaction was also very strange. Even if other men don't feel flattered when they hear her words, they will definitely be very happy. But the black panther's face suddenly showed an almost crazy angry expression, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes. "It turns out that you are also a bitch, a bitch, and you are willing to sleep with any man?" His voice was low and hoarse, like the angry roar from the throat of a beast. Ruth looked at him, her pale blue eyes showing surprise and fear. She has always been very sure of men. But she really didn't understand this man, nor why he suddenly became so angry. She tried her best to control herself and forced a smile: "Of course I want to choose a man, but every woman likes a man like you." "you like me?" "Ok." "Are you willing to follow me forever?" "Of course." Ruth answered immediately without even thinking about it. Now she just wanted to get away. Unexpectedly, the panther jumped up like crazy, and slapped her hard on the dimpled part of her face. "You lie, you bitch who can only lie, I will kill you so that you can never lie again." He cursed and beat violently, and his fists rained down. This calm person seemed to have become completely crazy. Ruth screamed, screamed, struggled, but couldn't even groan in the end. Her beautiful face was distorted and deformed by the beating, and blood flowed continuously. In a coma, she felt her clothes being ripped open, and felt the cold wind blowing on her naked breasts from the car window... When Ruth woke up, she found herself in a dark warehouse, almost completely naked. The panther sat across from her, on a wooden box. He sat motionless, and his face became expressionless again, as if completely numb. But his dark and deep eyes were filled with an indescribable pain. He insulted and beat others. But his pain seemed to be deeper than those who were insulted and beaten by him. Pai Gow is still going on. Kim Erye has turned from a big loser to a big winner. Just when he was eating for the third time, Dashuai Zhang suddenly rushed out from the inside, pushed away Zhu Wanwan who was sitting on the Tianmen, put his two big hands on the table, stared at Erye Jin and shouted: "Do you know that?" Know what your people did?" "Who are you talking about?" Jin Erye remained calm. "Black panther! That dog's black panther." "What did he do?" Jin Erye frowned. "He smashed my casino! Killed five of me!" Dashuai Zhang yelled, "He even kidnapped Lawyer Mei's daughter." "Smashed your casino?" Jin Erye shook his head, disapprovingly: "Your casino is our casino, I believe he would never have the courage to walk around." "He smashed the new one I opened in the French Concession!" Once Zhang Dashuai lost his temper, he didn't care about anything. Jin Erye showed a surprised expression: "That's your casino? How could we not know?" Dashuai Zhang was stunned. Second Master Jin sighed again: "Even we don't know, and of course he doesn't know, so you don't need to be too angry, I just ask him to make amends to you." "Apologize?" Marshal Zhang clenched his fists and punched the table heavily: "I want him to make an apology, I want his dog's life, if he can escape, I won't be named Zhang." He rushed out, then turned back: "You'd better leave this matter alone, so as not to hurt our brother's friendship." Jin Erye was still sighing. Melis looked at him, wanted to say something, but held back, and finally rushed out. The guests and the women all left with interest. There were only four people left in the hall. Jin Erye sat there, smoking a cigar. Tian Baye paced in front of him with his hands behind his back. Zhu Wanwan took out a snow-white handkerchief and kept wiping away his sweat. Fan Egong half-closed his eyes and crossed his feet, as if he was thinking about the next line of his new poem. Suddenly the chime clock on the wall struck eleven. It was exactly eleven o'clock. "Do you really want to take care of this matter? Or don't you want to take care of it?" Tian Baye suddenly stopped and stood in front of Jin Erye. "What do you think?" Jin Erye asked back. Tian Baye pondered: "I really never thought that the third child would collude with foreigners and do business secretly." "His expenses are high." Jin Erye said lightly, with the smoke of cigars in front of him. "His expenses are high? Whose expenses are small?" Tian Baye seemed a little excited: "Besides, we are finally brothers who have kowtowed, 'Blessings are shared, and disasters are shared'. Has he forgotten this sentence?" "I heard that the casino's business is good, and Lawyer Mei's brand-name car is also newly bought." Second Master Jin smiled and sighed again: "I can't even afford to sit in that kind of car." Tian Baye sneered, and kept sneering. Fan Egong squinted his eyes, and suddenly murmured: "You must not have the heart to harm others, and you must not have the heart to guard against others. The one who strikes first is the stronger, and the one who strikes last will suffer." Second Master Jin immediately shook his head: "Although the third child has a bad temper, I don't think he will take us seriously." Fan Egong picked up his glass of brandy and took a sip, and said leisurely: "If Li Shimin thinks like you, not only will he not be able to be emperor, he may have already died in the hands of his brother." This talented scholar from Hubei has a lot of research on history and textual research. Jin Erye stopped talking. Tian Baye stopped again: "I don't think what Elder E said is unreasonable." "What do you mean?" Jin Erye seemed to have no idea at all. Tian Baye didn't speak anymore, this matter was too involved, and he didn't want to take on this burden. But Fan Egong understood what Jin Erye meant very well. It is not easy for one person to be the guest of the tycoons. He took another sip of brandy slowly: "When you shoot a man, you shoot the horse first, and when you shoot a snake, you must hit the seven inches." "Where is Zhang Laosan's seven inches?" Second Master Jin asked suddenly. Fan Egong smiled like an old fox. "Where are his people now?" "It must have been to chase the black panther." Jin Erye said. "Will he go alone?" "of course not." Everyone knows that Black Panther is a very difficult person to deal with. If he wants to kill him, he has to mobilize a lot of force. "Now that he has pulled out all the best to chase the Black Panther, his own fundamental place must be empty." Jin Erye looked at Tian Baye, and the eyes of both of them shone. "Leading the crowd out lightly has violated the taboo of military strategists. He will definitely lose this battle." Fan Egong drank the remaining half cup of brandy in one gulp, and said with a sudden smile, "I can't follow the two of you to defeat the enemy, so I can only wait here for the good news of the two of you." Ten past eleven. The casino is still brightly lit. But this was a place where there were many distinguished guests, but now there is only one person left to gamble. Gordon. His evening dress was still neat, and there was not even a speck of dust on his shirt. His face was still completely expressionless, his hands were still steady and dry, and his right hand was still only three inches away from his gun. Now he has changed the table and is betting on odd or even. Mrs. Meizi was sitting on a nineteenth-century French armchair in the corner, holding a cup of coffee, dazed. Her light blue eyes, beautiful and flexible, seemed now to be the eyes of a dead fish, lifeless and expressionless. Only her slender and beautiful hands with rose-coloured Kodan on the nails were still shaking, so much that the coffee in the cup was almost spilled. No one spoke, and even the sound of breathing was very light. In the hall, only the occasional sound of rolling dice can be heard, as well as the dealer's dull and monotonous shout: "Eleven o'clock, big, single..." The chips in front of Gordon seemed to be higher than before. Eleven thirteen. Dashuai Zhang rushed in like a whirlwind. Apart from Melis, there were six people behind him. The two Japanese who were close behind him had thick eyebrows and thin eyes, were short in stature, but had broad shoulders, making them look square. But their movements were swift and vigorous, and they wore loose kimonos with black belts around their waists. When Mrs. Meizi saw her husband, she immediately got up and fell into his arms, crying like a tearful person. Her husband stroked her soft hair and comforted her with all kinds of words. The French are the most gentle and affectionate. Dashuai Zhang is not French, and he has never known how to be sympathetic to others in his life. His thick eyebrows were already knotted, and he finally couldn't help yelling: "His grandma's bear, why are you crying? We are here to deal with business, not to see your woman acting like a baby." Mrs. Meizi's crying stopped immediately, and she also realized that now was not the time to be coquettish, and she also felt a little afraid of this unreasonable yellow man. Until now, she had never really experienced the majesty of the yellow race. Melis then began to ask, how did the black panther get here?How did you get there?Which way did you go. Mrs. Meizi spoke intermittently, and from time to time she stared fiercely at Gordon with her white eyes. Gordon is still betting. Except for the chips in front of him, he seemed to see nothing in his eyes. Melis's face turned ashen, and he suddenly rushed in front of Marshal Zhang, pointing at Gordon: "Did you invite this person?" Dashuai Zhang nodded. "Not only did he let the black panther go, but he also insulted my wife." Attorney Mei said with the expression he faced the judge in court: "I demand justice." "Fair?" Marshal Zhang frowned again: "What is fair?" Melis' voice was even louder: "I ask you to punish him." Dashuai Zhang pondered: "Kill him, okay?" Melis kept his mouth shut. Although the death penalty was too severe, he did not object in this situation. "Who are we going to ask to kill him?" Marshal Zhang seemed to be thinking again, and suddenly took out a gun from his arms, threw it to Melis and said, "This is your business, I heard that your marksmanship is also very accurate, you It's best to do it yourself." Melis stared at the gun in his hand and was stunned. He had practiced shooting, and he could hit any target at any time within fifty yards. But this man was by no means a target. This person has a habit of using other people as targets. Although he didn't even look up now, his hand was only three inches away from his gun. Melis looked at the man, then at the gun in his hand, his hands were already shaking, and his palms were already sweating. Dashuai Zhang stared at him, and said coldly: "The gun is in your hand, and the man is in front of you. What are you waiting for?" Melis coughed a few times, and slowly put the gun in his hand on the table next to him. "I'm a lawyer, I know the law," he took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, "I can't kill people." "Is it impossible? Or dare not?" Dashuai Zhang laughed suddenly, and walked up to Gordon with a big smile: "Brother, how about winning or losing?" "Winning is not enough." Gordon finally looked up at him. "How much did you win?" "Fifty-five thousand." "How much do you want to win?" "One hundred thousand." Dashuai Zhang suddenly rolled up his sleeves: "Brother, how about we take a gamble?" He pushed away the banker: "If you win or lose, if I lose, you will win one hundred thousand. If you lose, you will be fine." Serve it right." Gordon smiled. In fact, it wasn't really a smile, but there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth. "Okay." He didn't even think about it. "Let's push Pai Gow." Dashuai Zhang, like the real Dashuai Zhang, likes to eat dog meat—eating dog meat means pushing Pai Gow. Maybe he was just imitating the dog-meat general. "Okay." Gordon still didn't think about it at all. Immediately someone sent a pair of ivory Pai Gow. Dashuai Zhang turned all the thirty-two cards over and said, "Choose two at random, and give me the other two." He laughed loudly and said, "I'm a happy person, if I want to gamble, I gamble to my heart's content." The cards are divided. The hall seemed to have suddenly turned into a tomb again, and everyone had stopped breathing. Although they are used to high-roller gamblers who spend a lot of money without mercy, the win or loss of 50,000 yuan is really too big. Gordon casually looked at the two cards in his hand, then turned them over and placed them on the table. A piece of Ding three, a piece of miscellaneous eight. Just a little. Dashuai Zhang laughed loudly: "Brother, it seems that you are bound to lose this move." Gordon was still smiling, and his hands were still steady and dry. This man's nerves are like tightrope. Dashuai Zhang said "right", clapped the two cards in his hand, put them together, and then slowly pushed them away. The smile on his face gradually froze. "His grandma's bear." Zhang Dashuai slammed the two cards in his hand on the table again, covering the table: "It's his grandma's stink ten again, almost winning both." Gordon looked at him, but said nothing. "Brother, it's your luck this time." Dashuai Zhang sighed: "But I'm still not convinced, let's gamble again another day, but it's a pity that today..." He suddenly lowered his voice, and said again: "I didn't blame you today, why did you let that black boy go?" Gordon said lightly: "I can kill him at any time, why should I be in a hurry?" "How about we do it now?" "I was invited by you." Gordon stood up slowly, and with a movement of his hand, the gun on the table was gone. Dashuai Zhang laughed again: "Send the money won by Brother Gao to his hotel room, we are going to go hunting now." Where can the black leopard return to his grandma?" Zhang Dashuai took his people and left like a whirlwind. An old man sweeping the floor was also watching the gamble just now. He really didn't believe that such unlucky things happened in the world. "Thirty-two, why did he just take ten of the secondary guns?" The old man really didn't believe it, so he couldn't help but flipped over the two cards Zhang Dashuai just said. A sky card, a club. Although two points can't be considered big, winning one point is more than enough. The old man stared at the two cards for a long while, then sighed, and muttered to himself: "Who said Marshal Zhang is a rough man? I think he is smarter than Mr. Jin." He shook his head and sighed. : "If anyone treats him as a big boss, it would be a strange thing not to fall into his hands." It is now eleven thirty. "Where can I find that leopard?" "He can't run." "why?" "He shouldn't have been traveling in that car, which is bound to attract attention wherever it goes." Dashuai Zhang is indeed not a big boss, otherwise he wouldn't be Dashuai Zhang today. This truth should be understood by Jin Erye. Black Panther should also understand. "Ask if anyone has seen that silver-gray four-door British saloon." Although Zhang Dashuai's voice is not high, it has resounded throughout the metropolis. Eleven thirty-three. Xiao Li, the doorman at the entrance of the Golden Crown Nightclub, reported: "That car passed by probably more than an hour ago, and it was rushing towards Joffre Road." Eleven thirty-six. Liu Liezi, who set up a fruit stand beside Xiafei Road, reported: "I didn't pay attention to that car at first, but suddenly I heard a woman screaming in the car. When I noticed, the car had already turned to Jiangbin Avenue." Eleven forty-one. Lao Wang on the pier of Jiangbin Boulevard reported: "More than an hour ago, there was indeed a car passing by, driving very fast, and there was a strange sound in the car, as if someone was fighting." Eleven forty-five. Patrolman standing guard at the intersection of Jiangbin Avenue reports: "The car was going to Hongqiao. There were people in the car, but I didn't hear anything." Eleven forty-six. In Zhang Dashuai's special large car. "Hongqiao." Marshal Zhang mused, "Is there any hiding place over there at Hongqiao?" Melis kept rubbing his hands, and his eyes suddenly shone. "It must be the warehouse where private goods were stored in the past. It has been empty there since an accident happened." Dashuai Zhang hit his knee hard with his fist. "Go straight to the Hongqiao warehouse." Eleven forty-eight. Five pitch-black cars drove towards Hongqiao in a hurry. In addition to Marshal Zhang, Melis, Gordon and the two Japanese judo fighters, there were also 24 of Marshal Zhang's most capable fighters. Among them, nine are masters of the "Liuhe Bafa" of the Southern School, and ten are good at using axes. The other four practiced the northern school Tan legs, and each of them was said to be able to sweep three wooden stakes. Eleven forty-eight. Bobo is fast asleep. Next to her pillow was a pile of snacks and novels that Black Panther had bought for her.