Chapter 12: Royal Night Club

At 8:00, the envelope appeared on the 22nd block on time. In the hands of a Chinese returning home from get off work, it was a slow-moving vehicle. The person sitting on the co-pilot threw the envelope at his feet and accelerated away.
　　It was half an hour after the envelope was transferred to the monk and then transferred to his hand.
　　 "Hey, what a coincidence." Looking at the name on the envelope, Li Zitao pouted.
　　 "Monk, take your people with me." What Li Zitao said was that he rushed out with him last night and fooled the gunmen.
　　 couldn't even hold the muzzle, without any sight, he dared to rush out directly, facing the murderous mafia, although a little silly, but courageous.
　　Li Zitao wants to focus on training them six, also as his future confidant, Wang Dagou, that is his only relative.
　　 Without Wang Dagou's toss, there would be no Li Zitao now, Ju crack is his only end.
　　 It's too early to say that these are too early, or wait until he can afford these things, then consider this matter again!
　　Now, he needs to get rid of the name on the envelope.
　　 riding a bicycle, Li Zitao pedaling hard, this car all ringing, only the bicycle does not ring, the Huang Fang's house.
　　Followed by the monk and his five friends, the Chicago printer was tucked under his coat and his pocket was full of magazines, making them awkward when pedaling.
　　 But all the way down the road, interspersed with detours, did not attract the attention of the police, as for whether the target is guarded, this is not something he can guess.
　　The Royal Night Club, I don’t know why, all over the world there are indispensable entertainment venues with the prefix of ‘Royal’, Royal Night Club, Crown Bar...Well, Royal One?
　　 "Maybe I can open a house in the future, the Royal One, this name is very good!" Li Zitao thought not badly.
　　 parked the car in the side street, Li Zitao stepped on the stone steps of the Zongzi Road, with a bright smile on his face, step by step toward the nightclub door.
　　 "Sir, please..." The muzzle raised under the windbreaker caused the waiter to raise his head and shut his mouth. He looked at the distance without squinting, and turned a blind eye to the people walking in front of him.
　　Two men spontaneously took over the gate. The other four followed Li Zitao into the nightclub. Just entering the ballroom, the white flower's fruit almost blinked.
　　 Gentlemen in suits and leather shoes stood on the dance floor and admired the graceful dance posture. When they were heart-pressing, they put a hand on it and put it in front of the nose to sniff gently.
　　Wandering casually on the dance floor, Li Zitao was looking for his goal, that superb professional killer.
　　 There are 3 floors in the whole nightclub. The first floor is an open dance floor and bar, the second floor is a private room, and the third floor is a guest room.
　　 It's like returning to the ‘Disco’ era, except that the skinny guys are arbitrarily replaced with white skins. It looks quite interesting.
　　 "Go relax and have a drink!" Patting the monk's shoulder, Li Zitao glanced at the second floor and smiled, "Don't drink too much."
　　 The monk nodded, seemingly enlightened, and took the man to the bar. The bartender who was wiping the glass was still cold. He didn't know if the monk could communicate with the other party.
　　 "Hey, there is a yellow pig here, haha, look at what I see? The yellow pig mixed into the white man..." Just crossing the corridor and going upstairs, the harsh sarcasm stopped Li Zitao.
　　 leaned against the corridor, the drunkard who was holding the dancing girl and nibbled out pointed at him, screaming unscrupulously, and the dancing girl beside him was also catering to the laughter.
　　 "Sir, you are drunk." Indifferently stepped forward, reaching for the other person's finger and gently breaking up.
　　 "Ah~ my finger, a bitch, Bi Chi, you broke my finger..." The drunkard shouted with his hands, and the dancer next to her had her hands close to the wall, closing her mouth in fear.
"No, I'm just telling you that you should learn to respect others, especially the noble yellow men." Grabbing his collar and mentioning it, Li Zitao gave a kind smile, patted his cheek gently, and turned Go up the stairs.
Da da da……
　　The sound of footsteps sounded in my heart, Li Zitao's hand was already pressed on the python, and the cold killing intentions flowed under his eyes, like a silent Ganquan.
　　Li Zitao did not know McGuin, but he knew how to find each other.
　　 "Hey, beauty, can you tell me a secret?" A Franklin of 5 dollars was inserted into the majestic twin peaks of the dancing girl, and Li Zitao showed a charming smile.
　　 "Of course, it is better to go over there." The dancer's eyes lighted up, shaking her body and pointing in the direction of the bathroom.
　　 smiled noncommittally, and just turned the corridor to make sure that the sight outside completely disappeared, Li Zitao forced her into his arms.
　　 "Oh, your thing is up to me, it's really strong." The dancer exclaimed, the smiling voice let people know what happened.
　　 "Really? Maybe you should see it in person." The muzzle stuck in the waist tilted upward, and the dancer could feel its coldness and killing intention across the pants.
　　 "You, what do you want?" The dancer asked in a terrified glance, bowing her head in panic.
"I want to ask Mr. McGuin for a drink, but I can't find him anymore. It's a pity. If I can't fulfill my wish, I will lose sleep tonight." Li Zitao's rough fingers slipped on her cheeks to make the dancer Shaking unnaturally.
　　 "I know, I'll take you there." The dancer raised her head and said hurriedly, at the same time terrified in his heart, he remembered the rumors about the yellow skin.
　　 It is said that a group of yellow skins are fighting against the power of Chicago's underground emperor Capone. Frank killed them, and now it seems that all this is actually true.
　　 "You are very smart, rest assured, no one will know what you said." Li Zitao squeezed her body tightly, stroking her feet directly out of the corner.
　　At the same time, his head kept rubbing on the dancing girl's face, and when viewed from the back, it was like a pair of dogs and men who couldn't bear to fight.
　　 "The fourth room, he is inside." While retreating while borrowing, the dancer whispered McGon's position in Li Zitao's ear.
　　 "Thank you very much." Came to the third room, twisted the handle, the door opened smoothly, and Li Zitao pushed the dancer in.
　　 Then turned around and kicked open the door of the next room. Two pythons had appeared in his hand and aimed at the bed.
　　 It was then that his pupils contracted into needles, and there was a raging anger in his eyes. There was no one in this room. Li Zitao screamed, "I will suffer." The door next door had been opened.
　　 The dancer who was still weak and helpless just now, holding a Chicago typewriter in both hands, smiled at Li Zitao and pulled the trigger.
　　 "FK." With a firm kick on both feet, he flew into the room in front of him. Li Zitao yelled at me, "Bitch is ruthless," just kissed me and myself just now, and this will kill him with a machine gun.
　　 The gunfire stopped, and a rough male voice sounded: "Listening to Maji, you want to kill me, Frank died in your hands?"
　　 "McGuin?" Li Zitao was hiding on the side of the cabinet beside the door, carefully glancing outwards with the corner of his eyes, but said in his mouth unwillingly, "Yes, I made him a horse honeycomb."
The two were firing their guns upstairs, and the ballroom below was already in a mess. The guests spontaneously ran away from the surrounding walls. A group of mafia members with machine guns ran out. The bartender kept looking at his eyes with his eyes. Indifferent 4 Asian nationals.
　　Just when his hand just touched the rifle handle, the jumping spark flashed in front of him, and a bullet ended his life.
　　 The monk has been waiting. After the guests have finished running, it is time for them to play.
　　Why did Capone go to the Philadelphia Prison, even if he eats and wears in it, it can be called enjoyment, but his freedom is limited to the space in the prison.
　　 So the gang revenge must be low-key, dead people don’t matter, but don’t let the public know too much, the corpses should be cleaned, and don’t involve civilians, just like a maroon bar.
　　All the newspapers reported that the police killed a gang of drug dealers. In the bullet-filled bar, piles of opium invigorated people.
　　 Although the bottom of my heart still does not trust the government, but at least this is a good start.
　　In the maroon bar incident, the key character ‘undercover police,’ became Li Zitao’s identity.
　　As for the media who wants to know who he is, huh, isn't it telling you that he is undercover?
　　We want to protect the safety of public officials. If you are told, what should you do if you are retaliated against by drug dealers?
　　Of course ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The heroic crackdown on this drug trafficking case was naturally the sheriff in the police station leaning on William Deffer. As for the great and wise Director Fukuzawa, how could such a trivial matter trouble him!
　　 Therefore, in the newspaper, the smile of Secretary Grant Fuzer is as ugly as crying. It is William Deffer's smile, brilliant and brilliant, full of pride.
　　 Sometimes people don't need the truth, they just need to know that the police are courageously handling cases, and protecting their safety is enough.
　　The rumors on the street have nothing to do with the people, it's just the foolishness of the street gangsters. The great American policeman is still very capable.
　　In the fierce exchange of fire, the monk took the other three people. With the advantage of the bar's position, he dragged the gunmen who wanted to go upstairs to support.
　　 As for the above McGuin, it was handed over to the boss Li Zitao to solve it.
　　 But this monk is confident and able to solve all problems, Li Zitao is facing an awkward situation.
　　 Two machine guns are pointing at the doorway, and one of the footsteps is gradually moving to the position behind. The room here is made of wood. A shuttle bounced off and I was absolutely cool.
　　 looked at the python revolver with 6 rounds left in his hand, Li Zitao secretly cursed ‘I wouldn’t be handsome if I knew it. ’
　　 If there will be a Chicago typewriter, then he is not chopping melons and vegetables, just finishing work and finishing, where need to be so troublesome like now.
　　 The moment when the footsteps stopped behind, Li Zitao suddenly kicked his right foot, his body traversed an arc, and flew in the air behind the bed.
　　 His movements were too fast, like a predator cheetah, so that when he fell on the bedside, the bichi called Mochi at the door instinctively pulled the trigger.