Lord of the Divine Show

"Life is so beautiful, why seek death?"

Zhong Shenxiu turned around and held a pen holder on the mahogany desk.

The gunmen behind him were shocked!

It’s not that they didn’t protect him well, it’s that they never imagined that the always cowardly Levi Mojito would kill someone!

They had met this bartender a few times and knew that he was an honest and steady person with a family to take care of.

Such people often mean that they are timid and afraid of getting into trouble.

Moreover, in their opinion, Levi today came to explain and pray for forgiveness. He was also checked and confirmed that he was not carrying weapons.

That's why I let him in without any restrictions.

To be honest, although Old Sea Dog looks old, with his experience of going to sea and killing people, he might be able to kill three or four Levis from before in a real fight.

But none of them could have imagined that the former Levi was gone forever, and that the one who was left was not a little white rabbit, but a tyrannosaurus!

"What the hell..."

After the shock, the two gunmen immediately took out their firearms subconsciously.

Whoosh!

At this time, Zhong Shenxiu also threw out a pen in the pen holder.

It was like a black line passing through the air, and the golden pen tip directly pierced the wrist of a gunman.

The other party screamed, and the revolver in his right hand fell to the ground.

boom!

Another gunman had already opened fire, hitting the sofa behind Zhong Shenxiu, causing cotton to fly everywhere.

Zhong Shenxiu rolled on the ground and threw another pen. The other gunman also screamed and fell down.

At this time, only the big white man who had led him in at the beginning was left in the room, looking at everything blankly.

Zhong Shenxiu stood up and made a provocative gesture.

The big white man moved his shoulders, lifted his overalls, and struck a boxing stance.

It seemed like they wanted to have a physical duel.

Zhong Shenxiu put on a serious face.

The next moment, with a slight hook on his foot, a revolver came to his hand, and with a slight movement of his index finger.

boom!

A big hole opened in the head of the big white man opposite, and his body fell down.

If corpses could talk, they would definitely scold Zhong Shenxiu for not practicing martial ethics.

“Why use fists when you can solve things with guns?”

Zhong Shenxiu blew on the muzzle of his gun, then fired two more shots at the two gunmen who fell to the ground wailing, and walked out of Lao Sea Dog's office.

Stepping on the red-carpeted corridor, his hair suddenly stood on end. He felt a sense of danger, and immediately jumped to the side without thinking.

boom!

On the wall behind where he originally stood, there was suddenly a bullet hole.

But since the opponent did not successfully attack, Zhong Shenxiu would not give the opponent a chance to attack again. He directly raised his hand while rolling and pulled the trigger.

Snapped!

A wooden door shattered, and a body fell behind.

Although he has not regained his martial arts skills, his spiritual sense combined with superhuman skills are enough to make him comparable to some ace killers.

Among ordinary people in this world, there are almost no opponents.

"A bar owner will hire at most a few gunmen to protect himself, as well as some bodyguards, mostly to deal with drunken men..."

Zhong Shenxiu killed these people and went on a rampage on the second underground floor.

He kicked open a room at random and found a wine cellar, with densely packed bottles placed on wooden shelves, flowing with exciting colors.

"Yes, the storage is quite rich, and it seems to be genuine."

Seeing these rare wines, Levi's memory emerged, and Zhong Shenxiu almost wanted to prepare a cocktail for himself to drink on the spot, but after thinking about it, it seemed a little perverted, so he gave up.

After scanning the second underground floor, he finally returned to Old Sea Dog's office. After some searching, he found a lot of good things.

Zhong Shenxiu picked up a black submachine gun hidden in the cabinet and found that it was 90 centimeters long, weighed about 10 pounds, had a 50-round magazine, and had strong firepower. He immediately restrained his thoughts.

'Ordinary people in this world are not easy to deal with. If the two gunmen just fired with this typewriter, no matter how hard I attack, it will be useless. I might be thrown into the street, but I still can't let it go... Fortunately, there are no bodyguards. Someone who uses a typewriter as a guard. ’

After groping for a while, he loaded the typewriter and went to the first floor of the bar.

The noisy drunkards gathered together and seemed not to notice the gunfight downstairs.

Snapped!

Zhong Shenxiu raised his hand and smashed a wine bottle, causing broken glass to scatter. A malicious smile appeared on his face: "Sorry, our store is closed today. I'll treat everyone to drinks today. You can go."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bunch of people ran out like crazy for their lives.

Even the bartenders and waitresses are like that.

They are just ordinary people who are paid, and they will not fight against the gangsters for the old sea dog.

This cruel approach almost made them think that they were back in last year, when Prohibition was first implemented, and the gangs entrenched in Byron City also fought fiercely several times in order to compete for the market.

Zhong Shenxiu came to the bar and casually swiped the broken glass with his gun: "Come out!"

From under the bar, a young man wearing a white shirt and black vest held his head in his hands and moved out from under the bar tremblingly: "Don't shoot, man... you can take whatever you want."

"your name?"

"Smith, my name is Smith!" the young bartender replied quickly.

"Can you mix drinks?"

Zhong Shenxiu glanced at the bar and found that there were still some bartending tools, from stainless steel wine bottles to juice machines, ice separators and measuring cups, as well as knives, cutting boards, and pestles for grinding mint. They were all pretty good. complete.

"No!" Smith shrank his head.

"Then what do I need you for?"

Zhong Shenxiu moved the gun in dissatisfaction, and Smith almost peed...

"You have been demoted. If you still work here in the future, you can only be a waiter. Now, go to the wine cellar below and bring me a bottle of gin or absinthe. Be careful not to make private wine. Ask for Old Sea Dog treasury!”

He sent Smith downstairs to get the wine, while he washed his hands and thought about things.

'To realize the obsession of making big money, the quickest way is to rob, but although this method is fast, the rebound is huge, and it may provoke some mysterious forces...'

'For the mysterious side of this world, it is safer to explore slowly... Therefore, we can only choose the second-level money-making model and start a contraband business. We can also train a group of people to spy on the intelligence of that mysterious world... '

When a gang's power reaches its peak, it will inevitably have some intersection with the mysterious side of the world.

"Sir...your wine."

At this time, Smith had already walked over holding a bottle of wine.

"Um."

Zhong Shenxiu took it, and his expression turned serious for a moment.

He picked up the ice cubes with ice clips, added it to the mixing glass, took out the gin with a wine measurer, and suddenly turned into an afterimage while holding the mixing bottle in his hand.

Smith was almost dumbfounded as he watched Zhong Shenxiu finish mixing a glass of martini with smooth movements, and finally hung a bunch of fresh red currants on the edge of the chilled wine glass.

"Martini, the king of cocktails!"

Zhong Shenxiu held the wine glass and took a sip. A look of satisfaction appeared on his face: "From now on, if you work with me, I will increase your salary by 50%."

"But...but...the Notting Hill family..." Smith replied hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter, I will go and 'visit' them personally."

Zhong Shenxiu showed a confident smile.