Chapter 32: Massacre

In the lobby on the first floor, many gambling tables are full of gamblers, bustling and noisy, which is better than the Lisbon casino. It seems that the closure of Lisbon Casino and the closure of Lingcai Casino not only did not affect the business here, but also increased the number of guests here.

However, this situation is about to change, but I don't know if the two brothers of the Zhou family will escape after receiving the report from the monitor.

Meng Fan doesn't care whether they escape or not. This is their hometown. As long as they are stained with blood, it is enough.

Meng Fan walked around the first floor boredly and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

"I'm sorry, sir." A young man dressed as a waiter stopped Meng Fan's way, "Today, we only have one floor for business."

Meng Fan looked at him sideways and saw that the man's eyes were flashing and his face was slightly nervous. Obviously, he knew his origin. He couldn't help smiling coldly, approached his body, and whispered in his ear, "Let's go, take me upstairs."

The man was stunned and was about to speak, but his expression suddenly froze, because he was clinging to his chest and quietly suspended a delicate pistol. The scene was so strange.

"Is your boss upstairs?" Meng Fan asked with a smile.

"We have more than 100 brothers here. Let's go." It sounds threatening, but full of pleading tone.

"Let's go! Go upstairs and don't be surprised by the tourists who gamble on the floor. Meng Fan's mind moved, and the pistol on the waiter's chest increased his strength.

The young waiter's legs were weak, almost holding the handrails of the stairs, and half walking and half climbing up to the second floor.

On the second floor, it was supposed to be the VIP hall of the casino, but it was very quiet at this time and almost no one was seen.

"Those rich guests have just been dispersed." The waiter swallowed nervously and explained tremblingly.

"Interesting, interesting, let's continue upstairs." Meng Fan did not hesitate at all and directly stepped on the stairs leading to the third floor.

I still haven't seen anyone on the third floor.

"Is there still no one? However, I don't seem to need a guide anymore. Meng Fan raised the corners of his mouth and showed a faint smile.

The waiter was obviously shocked and seemed to want to escape, but it was too late. A bullet quietly shot out of the muzzle and passed through his chest with a 'bang'. He opened his mouth wide and took a rapid breath, and his eyes were completely incredible.

Blood splashed out of his chest and dyed the white wall red. He looked at Meng Fan sadly and finally fell down.

"What a pity." Meng Fan said to himself, "If you don't rob your waist, I will definitely not kill you."

With that, Meng Fan opened his palm and gently hooked. A dark pistol slowly emerged from the waist of the dead waiter and suspended on Meng Fan's side.

Meng Fan also released another pistol, a total of three pistols, all of which moved with Meng Fan's footsteps and suspended around him.

After inspecting the third floor, Meng Fan found that it was really quiet and empty. This tranquility formed a great contrast with the noise of the first floor, bringing people a creepy strange feeling.

Yuehua Hotel, the first to third floors are casinos, and the fourth floors are guest rooms. Meng Fan left the third floor and came to the fourth floor to check each room in turn, but it is still empty.

What the hell is going on? Meng Fan frowned. The waiter said that there were more than 100 brothers here. Is it false? Or, are those more than 100 people waiting to turn themselves into a hornet's nest on the top floor?

It's really a childish and ridiculous idea to turn yourself into a hornet's nest. Meng Fan smiled indifferently and stepped on the fifth floor.

"Hm?" At the moment of stepping on the fifth floor, Meng Fan clearly sensed that there were seven guns hidden on this floor.

This kind of keen sensing of machinery can only be done by the 'big mechanic' who controls electronics and machinery.

"Childish!" Meng Fan's face was cold.

At the same time, in the room facing the stairs on the fifth floor, seven young men in black held pistols and approached the door nervously to listen to some movements from the stairs.

"Hasn't it come yet?" One of them asked softly.

"Shh, whisper. There is a monitor in our hotel, and there will be a notice when the man comes." Another person gently clicked the headset stuffed into his ear.

As soon as his words fell, the pistol clenched in his hand seemed to have life. He twisted around his wrist and completely broke free from his control.

When he reacted, the black muzzle of the pistol was already on his eyebrows. Before the great panic could spread all over his body, a slight trigger sound came to his ears.

What's going on? His eyes were black and he fell to the ground heavily. The last trace of consciousness in the world made him difficult to see the equally incredible face of his companion from the corners of his eyes.

"That's great!" Meng Fan opened the door, and there were seven more pistols beside him.

Conquest and blood, these dead people must be stained with blood in their hands in the past, and their high hearts in the past must be full of the pleasure of conquest and killing.

The reason why murderers die forever is that they have just tasted the bitter fruit they deserve.

"Don't worry, your God will pray for you in the dark hell." Meng Fan turned around, left the door and stepped on the stairs to the sixth floor.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

......

Meng Fan counted the number of stairs boringly. It is thought that the superstitious psychology of the casino owner is at fault. This ladder is exactly 18 floors, which means 'to send'.

It is also surprisingly similar to the 18th floor of hell!

"Haha." Standing at the entrance on the sixth floor, Meng Fan laughed, and the clear laughter echoed in the empty hotel corridor for a long time.

"He's coming!" Suddenly, more than a dozen people in black rushed out of the rooms on both sides of the stairs and surrounded the stairs, each holding a small submachine gun in their hands, and the black hole pointed neatly at Meng Fan.

"Put down the gun." Meng Fan whispered, "When I give you a chance."

"Are you kidding?" The suspended pistol around Meng Fan's body shocked them for just a few seconds. The person standing in front of him boldly shouted and took the lead in triggering.

But he was stunned at the moment he bent his finger, because no matter how hard he tried, the trigger of the submachine gun was as if it had been poured.

Others obviously also found this problem, staring at Meng Fan, with a frightened and shocked face, and even two people were weakly paralyzed to the ground.

"I gave you a chance." Meng Fan shook his head and sighed gently.

'Puff', 'Puff', the sound of dense bullets penetrating the flesh kept coming. After just a few seconds, there were more than a dozen more corpses on the ground.

"Who the hell are you?" A dying man in black raised his head with difficulty and looked up at Meng Fan in a pool of blood.

"Sorry, I don't want to answer." Meng Fan smiled and had another blood hole in the head of the man in black in an instant. He opened his mouth slightly and finally did not move again.

From the moment they picked up the machete and picked up the pistol, they were doomed to the fate of the street, and these people in black were just more advanced gangsters.

He wasted the opportunity to survive and blindly wanted to raise a gun to kill people. He could only say that he deserved to die. Meng Fan shook his head helplessly and stepped on the seventh floor.

It solved more than a dozen people on the sixth floor, and there are more than a dozen small submachine guns around Meng Fan. Such power absorption is very interesting. The more the enemy is destroyed, the stronger his power will be.

Strangely, the seventh and eighth floors, until the twelfth floor, are empty and very quiet.

Why is this so? Did Zhou Hong and Zhou Zheng give up resistance? Standing at the end of the stairs leading to the thirteenth floor, Meng Fan frowned and was puzzled.

The strange scene from the seventh floor to the twelfth floor made Meng Fan vigilant. After stepping on the ladder to the thirteenth floor, Meng Fan subconsciously slowed down his pace.

Slowly picking up the ladder, Meng Fan looked carefully from side to side and still did not find half a figure. However, at least it can be clearly felt that there were at least 80 various guns upstairs.

If it's just a machine such as a knife and a gun, you can definitely deal with it. However, for some reason, Meng Fan vaguely felt that things were not that simple.

"Haha, what a rare guest. I, Zhou Zheng, warmly welcome you!" As soon as Meng Fan stepped out of the stairs, he heard a man's unbridled laughter.

In the corridor on the thirteenth floor, 70 or 80 people stood neatly, each with a small submachine gun in their hands. The door of the room facing the stairs is wide open, and the furnishings inside can be seen at a glance.

This is a large room of 600 to 700 square meters, or it is more appropriate to describe it as a hall, because there is basically no furniture such as sofas and beds in this room, and there are only three wide rattan chairs, which are particularly empty.

There is one person sitting on each of the three rattan chairs, two of whom are very similar, both middle-aged men around 50 years old. On the far right chair sat a yellow-haired young man with a gloomy and arrogant face, which seemed to be a little unruly.

"You can pass the next two layers, which means that my brothers should be dead." The middle-aged man sitting on the rattan chair in the middle stood up, spread out his hands, and looked careless. "However, it doesn't matter. People will always die. I'm very interested in you. As long as you leave the brothers of the Qin family and work for me, how much money will they give you? I'll give you twice, how about you?

Meng Fan laughed and said, "It seems that you haven't figured out the situation yet. It's not me working for the Qin brothers, but the Qin brothers working for me."

"What?" Zhou Zheng obviously didn't expect it and was very surprised.

"Nothing." Meng Fan curled his lips and said, "I think you should have received the ultimatum I sent. How about it? Are the conditions I made generous?"

"I haven't seen any storm or waves, just by you? Looking for death!" Zhou's positive color suddenly sank.