RNP Chapter 289: Fighting It Out
Chapter 289: Fighting It Out
The big black man was genuinely terrified by the Mexican man's actions. He'd never seen anyone hide a submachine gun in their crotch before.
At that moment, footsteps came from the stairwell.
Old Mo reached into his crotch, pulled out a few hand grenades, pulled the pins, and threw them toward the stairwell.
The grenade rolled in the stairwell, making a clanging sound.
"boom……"
The entire building was shaking.
The screams were deafening.
The big black man went numb, his whole body went numb. What kind of operation is this?
Old Mo walked over, grabbed the big black man, kicked open a door next to him, and dragged him inside.
Immediately afterwards, two more grenades were thrown out.
Outside, the screams of agony could be heard again.
For a moment, it was finally quiet outside.
Old Mo stepped on the black man's face and asked coldly, "Tell me, who ordered you to kidnap me? If you don't tell me now, I'll have to ask someone else."
It's as if it's your honor to ask you this now.
The burly black man was so frightened he wet himself. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I'll talk, I'll talk. It was Felix, Felix told us to do it."
This guy could not only hide a submachine gun in his crotch, but also a hand grenade. He was really terrified.
Old Mo's gaze turned cold, and he said in a chilling tone, "Are you talking about Flamingo Manager Felix?"
The burly black man nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, he's our boss."
Old Mo asked coldly, "Who are you? What organization are you from?"
The burly Black man dared not hide anything and quickly said, "We are an Italian mafia organization, our boss is Lipp, sir, I've told you everything, please let me go!"
Old Mo nodded and said, "Very good, you can die now."
As soon as Old Mo finished speaking, his gun went off, firing several shots and turning the big black man into a sieve.
A large crowd had already gathered in the corridor outside. However, they hid around the corner, afraid to show their faces.
Old Mo threw the grenade.
"Fuck, it's a grenade! Run!"
Those guys were howling and screaming. But it was too late.
The grenades were going off with a loud bang.
One by one, the mafia members were blown into the air, some even blown to pieces.
Using his divine sense, Lao Mo took a submachine gun and went outside. He then fired a series of shots at the guys lying on the ground in front of him.
There were quite a few people hiding at the stairwell, and Lao Mo immediately threw a grenade over there.
"Boom boom boom..."
The entire stairwell was immediately cleared out.
Old Mo fought his way down from the twelfth floor to the eleventh, clearing out each floor without leaving a single survivor.
Even if they hid in their rooms and dared not come out, Old Mo would still throw a grenade into the room and send them to paradise.
Under Lao Mo's divine sense, no one in the entire building could hide.
When they reached the fifth floor, Old Mo suddenly paused.
He discovered that in a room on the third floor, a white man opened a safe and frantically stuffed gold bars and US dollars into bags.
That safe was huge; judging by its size, it must contain tens of millions of US dollars.
Most importantly, Lao Mo also saw the passbook.
Old Mo laughed. He abandoned the fifth and fourth floors and appeared in a room on the third floor in a flash.
Old Mo appeared silently. The guy who was filling the container with money had no idea that someone had already come up behind him.
Without saying a word, Lao Mo produced a silenced pistol and fired several shots into the man's back.
Gaa...
The white man was struck dumb, riddled with bullets, and lay on the ground, his eyes wide open in death.
Old Mo immediately packed up the safe, its contents, and everything he had already rummaged through into his bag.
Old Mo took the passbook and looked at it. Good heavens, there was over a hundred million US dollars.
Las Vegas, indeed a paradise of sin, accompanied by immense wealth.
These people at the top of the pyramid are all so rich!
Having received the money, Old Mo no longer wanted to kill these little Karami.
There was a car outside with a driver inside. The engine was still running, and it was unclear who they were waiting for.
If Old Mo's guess is correct, he's probably just waiting for this white man to take the money and leave.
In a flash, Lao Mo arrived directly at the driver's side window.
"Ah, who are you?"
Before the driver could react, Old Mo had already shot him in the head. The guy instantly became a corpse.
Old Mo opened the door, dragged the body down, got in, and drove away.
Inside the building behind us, the howling was still going on, as if facing a formidable enemy.
So, after driving halfway there, they abandoned the car, switched to a taxi, and arrived at the Caesars Hotel.
Although he really wanted to take down Felix first, he was too worried about Ye Zimei. He had to come back and check on her first.
Upon hearing that Old Mercury had returned, Caesar was the first to receive the news and came out to greet him with great joy.
"Thank God, Mr. Chen, you're finally back. I wanted to send someone to rescue you, but I didn't know where to go! I'm so sorry, it was my mistake. I promise this will never happen again."
As soon as Caesar saw Old Mercury, he immediately spoke with relief.
"Mr. Chen, do you know who did this? I'll send men to avenge you right now. In Las Vegas, no one can touch my Caesar's men."
Old Mo chuckled and said, "It was Felix who sent people to do it."
Upon hearing this, Caesar was immediately filled with rage.
"Felike, who does he think he is? How dare he touch my man, Caesar's man! I'll kill him. Don't worry, I'll send men out immediately to avenge you. I'll bring that Felike to you and let you do whatever you want with him."
Old Mo said, "That's for the best, otherwise I wouldn't dare stay in Las Vegas anymore."
This is what Caesar feared most.
"Lalmi, did you hear me? I want to see Felix brought to me within two hours, okay?"
Larmi is the head of the bodyguards who was protecting Old Mo earlier.
"Yes, boss, I'll go gather the men right away and make sure you get Felike."
After Larmi finished speaking, he turned and left.
"Wait a minute, where is my wife? Is she alright?"
Old Mo asked Larmi.
Larmi paused, turned around, and said, "Mr. Chen, your wife is alright. She's in room 602 right now."
Old Mo nodded and said, "Thank you."
Rami nodded, then turned and left.
"Mr. Caesar, has the betting arrangement been finalized?"
"Oh, I'd almost forgotten about that. We've already made arrangements; we've booked two hotels, and they're betting on one of them. We'll be betting three nights from now at the Las Vegas Grand Hotel."
Mr. Chen, your opponent is Torres, the American gambling god. Ferramy and I have entrusted our lives and fortunes to you, you absolutely must win!
"Don't worry, my friend, I know the consequences of losing. Rest assured, no one can beat me."