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Chapter 758: Chapter 659: The Sheep Becomes a Wolf (Please Subscribe!)_1
United States.
Nevada.
Las Vegas.
One of the world’s four major gambling cities, it’s a world-famous resort city centered on gambling, shopping, and vacationing. A city where one might think they are in heaven and the next in hell, dizzy and infatuated with money and pleasure.
Antonia Carroll.
A French businessman, who has invested in a large casino here.
Just two days ago.
His men discovered a gambler who frequently won quite a bit of money at his casino. It wasn’t unusual--losing and winning is normal--this person didn’t always win, just won more than lost, it could only be praised as good luck.
But the next day.
He went to a fellow casino in search of a friend to discuss business matters elsewhere. When he accidentally spotted this fighter, he became curious and asked the casino manager to pull up surveillance footage. The fighter had won a considerable sum of money again.
This caught his attention.
After repeatedly watching the footage of the fighter winning money, he felt something was off. He immediately investigated the account to which the winnings were transferred and found that the money was quickly transferred elsewhere after arriving. This became even more suspicious. This account wasn’t connected to the fighter’s bank card, and from its transaction history, it was only used three times--all in Las Vegas casinos.
Consequently, he sent people to follow the fighter.
And then decisively lost track of him, scenting a whiff of conspiracy. Carroll thought he had lost the lead, but fate played out such that while deciding to play the ’Revelry Game’ with a friend, he surprisingly saw the recently successful fighter in the hotel elevator.
This time.
There was no escape.
The command room determined that if surveillance footage was erased, unpredictable troubles would arise as people’s memories can’t be modified. And so, through this series of mishaps, Antonia Carroll had someone block the fighter’s door.
It was a meticulously planned trap.
Three coordinated coincidences enforced his surrender to destiny.
The seventeenth floor.
Inside a business suite.
The white fighter was surrounded by people.
Antonia Carroll sat on the sofa, the fighter was standing by, targeted by eight guns. However, the expression on the fighter’s face didn’t change, as if the things in their hands were toys.
In reality, that wasn’t wrong. Even though they were all level 2 fighters, they were enough to overwhelm them.
Carroll sneered, "Friend, it seems you’re a habitual offender. Speak up, who are you? You won four million dollars from our casino, over three million in another, and I’ve found that several people have used your method to win at least thirty million dollars from my casino in the past few days."
"Mr. Carroll, winning and losing at casinos is normal. I don’t know what you’re talking about." the fighter calmly stated.
Carroll chuckled, "Don’t think you can deny it without evidence. There are many wise people in this world. However, you did manage to be quite discreet. If I hadn’t noticed you three times, I wouldn’t have discovered anything. I can only thank God for giving me the opportunity to discover your trick."
As he said that.
A hint of brutality flashed in Carroll’s eyes.
Running a casino for so many years, no one’s hands would be clean. The money they earned was stained with blood. It was inevitable to take interest in the money won by gamblers, but generally, they didn’t get involved. If winning were so easy, his casino wouldn’t be able to continue operating.
Regrettably.
There were always those who were desperate, borrowing money for gambling, naturally leading to debt collection. There were others who needed lessons, resorting to all sorts of tricks for their cheating, but most importantly, he was trafficking people between France and Africa.
You must know, not everyone in Africa is black. There are plenty of beauties.
His hands were stained with quite a lot of blood because of this.
This time, those behind the man in front of him had schemed to win his money, perhaps not for the first time. His heart sunk, thinking of punishing them and scamming some money to compensate for his ’wounded’ spirit.
He wanted to see a panicked expression on the fighter’s face.
Regrettably, however.
There was no change in the fighter’s expression.
Which left him feeling defeated.
"Friend, tell me how we can settle today’s issue," Antonia Carroll, leaning back on the sofa, watched the fighter with a sneer. His left hand twirled the round ring on his right ring finger. The gold ring was embedded with more than ten red gems that reflected light under the chandelier.
"Mr. Carroll, I must admit, you are indeed lucky. But that ends now," the fighter replied with a small smile.
"What do you mean?" Carroll paused in twirling his ring.
"Nothing much."
As soon as he finished speaking.
The fighter’s figure became shadow-like.
In an instant, he snatched a pistol and quickly moved behind Carroll before his eight bodyguards could react. One hand gripping Carroll’s head while the other held the gun.
"Hiss..."
The cold muzzle of the gun was aimed at his own head.
Carroll inhaled sharply, somewhat taken aback.
What just happened? How did that person just flash right over, he didn’t even see it. His bodyguard did the same, just swoosh, and the surrounded fighters disappeared. The scene changed instantly.
The bodyguard who felt empty-handed was completely stunned.
What the hell.
Why me?
Even if they get back safely today, Carol will definitely give him a good lesson.
"Glug.."
Carol swallowed.
"Friend, I think we can sit down and talk, if you kill me you won’t be able to leave." Those who know their priorities are the outstanding ones. Now the situation is stronger than people, Carol was preparing to back down first, and then regain the scene.
"Really?" The fighter asked coldly.
"Click.."
The sound of the hammer moving was heard, just like in the movies. This action almost has no additional function, even if the hammer is not pressed, it can still fire. But in order to create intimidation, many people like to play like this in the movies.
To scare, to show my determination to make a move.
That’s all.
Carol got a bit anxious, this guy isn’t playing by the rules, where’s the negotiation we agreed on? As for the bodyguard in front of him, he finally realized the taste of being in a hostile country. No matter how many people there are, the gun was pointed at his head already.
Next time he encounters such a situation, he must first take control of the other party.
Carol tried to calm down and raised his hand, "Friend, okay, you win, whatever your conditions are, I will accept them if I can." 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
"The condition is simple. I want your Entertainment City," the fighter said softly.
Entertainment City.
In Las Vegas, it means a casino.
Carol’s face changed drastically, this appetite was too big, he exclaimed, "Are you crazy, this is impossible. Even if you kidnap me, you cannot go through the process to take over Entertainment City, the law in America doesn’t allow it."
"Of course, I won’t take it for nothing, I can buy it." The fighter said.
"How much are you offering?" Carol thought it was still best to calm this person down first, then find a way to retaliate. A group of wild people actually dared to threaten him, it was simply ridiculous.
"How much is your life worth?" The fighter counter questioned.
"..." Carol was silent.
He clearly wanted to take his Entertainment City without spending a penny.
"Do you think this is possible?" Carol said solemnly. His Entertainment City was worth nearly two hundred million dollars, almost a quarter of his total assets, even for a kidnapping, this ransom was too high.
"Hehe, of course it’s possible."
"Click."
Just then.
The door to the suite was opened from the outside, Four bodyguards immediately turned their guns, whoever could enter at this moment, was very likely an accomplice of the man in the room. Even if it wasn’t, it was definitely not a normal entrance.
The door was pushed open.
They looked carefully.
They saw two white police officers walk in.
"Don’t move, put down the gun." The two white police officers drew their guns, pointed them at the people in the room, and shouted loudly.
Seeing this.
It seemed to Carol as if he saw hope, he suddenly felt that the previously ’hate looking’ American police officers were so cute, uh... it seemed that he was still a hostage.
"He is my boss, I..." The head bodyguard immediately tried to explain.
"Don’t let me repeat myself, everyone put down your guns." A white police officer said coldly, while the other one closed the door. This made several bodyguards feel strange. Why close the door? Isn’t it normally left open for backup or to facilitate finding cover?
Carol, who had a gun pointed at his head, had no such thoughts, he hurriedly said, "You guys put down your guns quickly, friend, the American police have already known the situation here, I think your..."
Just as he was speaking.
Suddenly.
The scene in front of him made him dumbfounded.
At the moment when his bodyguards were pointing their guns downward and preparing to put them down, he saw the two white police officers unhesitatingly firing their guns.
"Whizz Whizz Whizz..."
Only then did Carol notice, the guns in the hands of the two white police officers actually had silencers on them. These were definitely not ordinary police officers. Ordinary police officers wouldn’t shoot at his bodyguards who were already preparing to surrender.
In less than two seconds.
His eight bodyguards were already lying on the ground, the incident happened so suddenly, the bodyguards didn’t have time to react.
"Glug."
Carol felt a chill coming from his back.
