Chapter 12 The Royal Nightclub

At 8 o'clock, the envelope appeared on time in the 22nd block, in the hands of a Chinese who was returning home from get off work. It was a slow-moving vehicle. The person sitting in the co-pilot threw the envelope at his feet and sped away.

By the time the envelope was transferred to the monk and handed to him, it was already half an hour later.

"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 overcame the foolishness of those gunmen.

Even the muzzle of the gun could not be suppressed, and there was no sight, so he dared to rush out and face the murderous mafia. Although it was a bit stupid, his courage was commendable.

Li Zitao wants to focus on cultivating 6 of them, and he is also his future confidant, Wang Dagou, who is his only relative.

Without Wang Dagou's throw, there would be no Li Zitao's present, and Ju cracking was his only end.

It's too early to say these things now, let's wait until he can afford these things before thinking about it!

Now, he needs to get rid of the name on the envelope.

Riding a bicycle, Li Zitao pedaled hard. This bicycle, which was ringing all over, only the bell did not ring, belonged to Huang Fang's family.

Followed by the monk and his five friends, the Chicago printer was tucked under their jackets, and their pockets were full of magazines, making them awkward when pedaling.

However, all the way along the way, he walked on a small road, interspersed with detouring teams, and did not attract the attention of the police. As for whether the target was prepared, it was not something he could guess.

Royal Nightclub, I don't know why, all over the world, there are entertainment venues with the prefix "Royal", Royal Nightclub, Crown Bar... Well, Royal One?

"Maybe we can open a family in the future, Royal No. 1, this name is very good!" Li Zitao thought with some wickedness.

Parking the car in the alley next to him, Li Zitao walked towards the gate of the nightclub step by step with a bright smile on his face as he stepped on the stone steps of the patterned road.

"Sir, please..." The muzzle raised under the windbreaker made the waiter look up, shut up, and look into the distance without squinting, turning a blind eye to those who passed by.

Two of his subordinates took over the gate spontaneously, and the other four followed Li Zitao into the nightclub. As soon as they entered the dance hall, Bai Huahua's fruit body almost blinded his eyes.

The gentlemen in suits and leather shoes stood on the dance floor, admiring the graceful dance, and when they were excited, they stretched out a hand to apply a hand, put it in front of the nose and sniffed it gently, and there was a fragrance in their hands.

Wandering indiscriminately on the dance floor, Li Zitao was looking for his target, the skilled professional killer.

The entire nightclub has three floors, the first floor is an open dance floor and bar, the second floor is a box, and the third floor is a guest room.

Except for the white-skinned guy who flips the flesh at will, everything is like going back to the 'disco' era, which looks quite interesting.

"Go relax and have a drink!" Patting the monk's shoulder, Li Zitao glanced at the second floor and said with a light smile, "Don't drink too much."

The monk nodded in understanding, and brought someone to the bar. The bartender who was wiping the glass still had a cold face, and he didn't know if the monk could communicate with the other party.

"Hey, there's a yellow-skinned pig here, haha, look what I see? A yellow-skinned pig mixed in with the white people..." Just as he was about to go upstairs across the corridor, Li Zitao's harsh taunt stopped him.

Leaning on the corridor, the alcoholic who was holding the dancer and nibbled at him pointed his finger at him, shouting unscrupulously, and the dancer beside him was also catering to him and laughing.

"Sir, you're drunk." He stepped forward indifferently, reached out to hold the other's finger pointing at him, and gently pushed it upwards.

"Ah~ my finger, son of a bitch, Bitchi, you broke my finger..." The drunkard shouted with his arms in his arms, and the dancer next to him had his hands against the wall, and closed his mouth in fear.

"No, I'm just telling you,

Should learn to respect others, especially noble yellow people. Grabbing his collar and lifting it, Li Zitao showed a kind smile, patted his cheek lightly, turned around and walked up the stairs.

Da da da……

The footsteps sounded in his heart, Li Zitao's hand was already on the python, and the cold killing intent flowed in his eyes, like a silent spring.

Li Zitao didn't know McGunn, but he knew how to find him.

"Hey, beauty, can you tell me a secret?" Li Zitao showed a charming smile when a 5-dollar Franklin was shoved into the twin peaks of the dancing girl.

"Of course, why don't we go over there." The dancer's eyes lit up and she pointed in the direction of the bathroom while shaking her body.

Smiling nonchalantly, Li Zitao pulled her into his arms as soon as he turned around the corridor to make sure the sight outside disappeared completely.

"Oh, your stuff is hitting me, it's really solid." The dancer exclaimed, and the smiling voice let people know what happened.

"Really? Maybe you should see it in person." The muzzle of the gun stuck at the waist was tilted upward, and the dancer could feel its coldness and killing intent through the pants.

"You, what do you want?" The dancer asked in fear, bowing her head in panic.

"I want to invite Mr. McGunn for a drink, but I can't find him. It's a pity. If I can't fulfill my wish, I will lose sleep tonight." Li Zitao slid some rough fingers over her cheek and let the dancer Shake unnaturally.

"I know, I'll take you there." The dancer raised her head and hurriedly said, at the same time she was scared to death, he remembered the rumors about yellow skin.

It is said that a group of yellow skins are fighting against the forces of the underground emperor Capone in Chicago, and they killed Frank. Now it seems that all this is true.

"You're very smart, don't worry, no one will know what you said." Li Zitao hugged her body tightly and rushed out of the corner with force.

At the same time, his head kept rubbing against the dancer's face. From the back, he looked like a pair of dogs and men who were eager to fight.

"The fourth room, he's in it." The dancer whispered McGunn's position in Li Zitao's ear as he stepped back.

"Thank you very much." He came to the third room, twisted the handle, the door opened smoothly, and Li Zitao pushed the dancer in.

Then he turned around and kicked open the door of the next room. Two pythons were already in his hands, and he shot 6 shots at the bed with a 'bang bang bang'.

At this moment, his pupils shrunk into needles, and anger rose from the bottom of his eyes. There was no one in this room, and Li Zitao said in his heart, "I'm going to suffer." The door next door was already open.

The dancer, who was weak and helpless just now, held a Chicago typewriter in both hands and pulled the trigger at Li Zitao with a grin on her face.

"FK." He kicked his feet hard, and flew into the room in front of him. Li Zitao cursed in his heart, "Bitch is ruthless." He kissed me and me just now, and he will use a machine gun to kill him.

The gunshots stopped, and a rough male voice sounded: "Listen to Ma Ji, if you want to kill me, Frank died in your hands, right?"

"McGunn?" Li Zitao hid on the side of the cabinet by the door, carefully glanced out from the corner of his eyes, but said not to be outdone, "Yes, I turned him into a hornet's nest."

The two were chatting upstairs, and the ballroom below was already in a mess. The guests dispersed spontaneously, and a group of mafia members with machine guns ran out from behind the surrounding walls. The bartender kept looking at the front with his eyes. 4 Asians who are indifferent.

Just as his hand had just touched the handle of the rifle, a jumping spark flashed in front of him, and a bullet ended his life.

The monk has been waiting, waiting for all the guests to finish running. Now is the time for them to appear.

Why did Capone go to the Philadelphia prison? Even if he can enjoy food and clothing in it, his freedom is limited to the space in the prison.

So gang vendettas must be low-key, dead people are okay, but don't let the public know too much, corpses should be cleaned up, and civilians should not be involved, like a maroon bar.

All the newspapers reported that the police had taken down a drug gang, and the piles of opium in bullet-hole-strewn bars had lifted people's spirits.

Although I still don't trust the government that much in my heart, at least this is a good start.

In the Maroon Bar incident, the key figure, the "undercover police officer," became Li Zitao's identity.

As for the media wanting to know who he is, hehe, didn't he tell you he was an undercover agent?

We want to protect the safety of public officials. What if I told you that I was retaliated by an associate of a drug dealer?

Of course, the one who heroically cracked this drug trafficking case was naturally the sheriff who leaned on William Dever in the police station. As for the great and wise Chief Fukuzawa, how could such a trivial matter trouble him!

Therefore, in the newspaper, the smile of Chief Grant Fuze was as ugly as a cry no matter how you looked at it, but it was William Dever's smile, which was brilliant and full of pride.

Sometimes people don't need the truth, they just need to know that the police are heroically handling the case and protecting their safety is enough.

The gossip on the street has nothing to do with the people, it's just the rumors 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, relying on the location advantage of the bar, to hold back the gunmen who wanted to go upstairs to support.

As for the above McGunn, I will leave it to the boss Li Zitao to solve it, soldier to soldier, king to king.

But this time the monk is full of self-confidence and the boss who can solve all problems, Li Zitao is facing an embarrassing situation.

Two machine guns are pointing at the door, and one of the footsteps is gradually moving to the position behind. The rooms here are all wooden, and when a shuttle of bullets falls, I am absolutely chilled.

Looking at the python revolver with 6 rounds left in his hand, Li Zitao scolded in his heart, 'If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be handsome. ’

If there will be a Chicago typewriter, then he will not cut melons and vegetables, and just finish work, why does it need to be so troublesome now.

When the footsteps stopped behind him, Li Zitao suddenly kicked his right foot, and his body flew in an arc, and disappeared behind the bed in a flash.

His movements were so fast, like a cheetah that preyed on him, that after he landed on the bed, Bi Chi called Ma Ji at the door instinctively pulled the trigger.