Chapter 879 The Script Has Been Changed
? Feng Jun struggled for a while and found that he could not choose "good products". He seemed very annoyed. He took out two stacks of bills from his handbag and slapped them on the table. This was 20,000 yuan.
He spoke to the two young ladies, "You two go and help take a look to see if there are any beauties free. If you bring one of them, it will be five hundred. If I can take a fancy to them and make them sit down, I will give you one thousand, but ...I don’t recognize those who are crooked and cracked.”
The two young ladies really want to earn this money. After all, they have their own station fees. Earning more is a good thing. It can help the sisters make money, which is also selling favors. However, there is a problem, "Brother, the time is not right now. We Although there are many beauties here..."
"Let's go to a place," Feng Jun said disapprovingly, "There are too many drunk guests, what's the big deal if you come and sit here? I can't look down on most people."
This requirement is not in line with the positioning of Elite Club. Going to places is something that can only be done in small places. However... I can't stand the rich guy next to me.
So the two young ladies went out to fetch people, and not long after, another young lady named Yingying Yanyan walked in.
Feng Jun's banknotes were decreasing by 5,500. After a long time, they finally dropped by 1,000 at once.
"It's really gone," the two young ladies begged for mercy, "Brother, your vision is too high."
"I like to be in pairs," Feng Jun expressed dissatisfaction, "If there is another one, if I can sit down... the introduction fee is two thousand."
The two young ladies didn't care. They had already made a lot of money. The new one was anxious and said, "Then I'll give it another try."
Finally, the vicious hand reached into the next room.
In fact, the lobby and captains of Elite Club also know that there are noble people in that room, but the ladies don’t know that if you make money, you can also let your friends earn an extra set fee, how nice is it?
Needless to say what happened next, the ladies definitely didn't go to the lobby or the foreman, so they notified the room through the princess and the young master to see who would be willing to come and join in the fun.
The quality of the shop next door was really good. A young lady sneaked over, and Feng Jun immediately offered her a referral fee of 2,000 yuan.
Then Feng Jun said, you can order as many foreign wines as you want, and whoever orders them will be judged by his performance - it seems that he is an experienced driver.
The ladies were sharp-handed and not polite, and ordered more than 100,000 yuan worth of foreign wine in one go.
The head waiter even came over to say hello, "Some of the wine you ordered is out of stock. You have to go and get it now. How about...paying some of it first?"
He knew that the other party was not short of money, but now he was obviously drunk and looked unfamiliar. In order to save trouble, he wanted to test the other party's ability to pay.
Feng Jun secretly called it a fluke. His handbag was not big, and it only contained 50,000 yuan. It was not convenient to take money from the storage bag, but it was okay. Zhao Yuhai had three bank cards with passwords written on them, and Mark deposit - one million.
I don’t know if this card was given to Mr. Zhao by someone else, or if Mr. Zhao wanted to give it to someone else. Anyway, Feng Jun didn’t feel bad at all when he swiped it, “Just settle it all, and I’ll settle it later if I order something else... I won’t worry about you guys drinking it.” It’s too much and I won’t admit it.”
This is a very high-quality customer.
Half an hour later, the last girl who came said that wine had been spilled on her skirt and she wanted to change clothes and come back later - in fact, she just wanted to go next door to deal with it for a while, and the table fee here had been paid anyway. .
But if he doesn't come back soon, that's another story - although Feng Jun is rich, but now he has Mr. Zhao's face and body, which really makes the young ladies uninterested.
Feng Jun pretended not to care and waved his hand. After waiting for this person to go out, he stood up quickly. It seemed that he was going to the bathroom at the door of the room, but when he reached the door, he turned around and opened the door.
This young lady didn’t think too much. If Feng Jun pestered her to come out, she would pretend to leave and walk around the place. Since she didn’t follow him out, she walked to the door next door and pushed it open. Enter through the door.
Fortunately, before her whole body could get in, Feng Jun opened the door and came out.
Things got so big that Feng Jun, playing the role of a drunk guy, broke in.
Mr. Dou had a lot of fun today. During these days in Zheng Yang, he went to many private clubs and lost the novelty, so he came here. Of course, this is also Zheng Yang's first-class place, but he is not a member. system.
There were five of them in total. In addition to him, there were a helper, two bodyguards, and a local young man from Zheng Yang.
Five people ordered six young ladies, two for each person - the bodyguards did not count.
If one of you goes out to do something, that doesn't matter, but if you come back, forget it. If another one comes after you, what's the big deal?
The conflict broke out almost instantly.
Mr. Dou drank a lot, but he was not too high. When he saw Feng Jun, he was stunned and said, "Zhou Cao, you are..."
"Go away, Dou!" Feng Jun spoke loudly, "I'm in a good mood today and I don't want to deal with you!"
"You're paralyzed and you're just a dog under the surname Wen!" Mr. Dou's memory came back to him. He couldn't remember Zhao Yuhai's name, but his appearance matched him. "Young man, are you going to bart your teeth at me again? "
"What are you talking about?" Feng Jun stepped forward and raised his hand to pick up a foreign wine bottle.
According to his thinking, the other party must have a conflict with him - he was tossing hard this night just to cause a conflict?
Then he would knock them all to the ground, and then "accidentally" let Mr. Dou come into contact with AIDS blood.
These are all designed. Although the process is a bit complicated, it is developing towards this goal.
But what Feng Jun didn't expect was that as soon as he picked up the wine bottle, a bodyguard moved his hand and pulled out a gun.
The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Feng Jun, and the safety was turned on. This was a real dare to shoot.
Feng Jun didn't pay attention, broke out in cold sweat, raised his hand and knocked away the opponent's pistol. Unexpectedly, another bodyguard also pulled out a gun and pointed it at him.
Soon after, Feng Jun dodged and an extra gun appeared in his hand - Director, the script must be changed!
He was holding a Glock pistol, a trophy he had brought back from Siam, and he pulled the trigger without thinking.
Feng Jun's marksmanship is not top-notch, but he has been involved in gunfights to some extent, and after entering Xiantian, his physical coordination has become very good, not to mention that he is already in the realm of mortals.
He shot the bodyguard in the forehead with one shot, then turned his wrist and shot Mr. Dou in the forehead without thinking. Then he shot another bodyguard in the neck with a flick of his hand.
Three consecutive shots brought a strong mute effect. No one was talking in the entire private room, only the music was still playing in the speaker, "Come on, be happy, I have a lot of time anyway..."
But the next moment, like a hornet's nest exploding, a shrill scream rang out in the private room. The young lady who came out of Feng Jun's private room had weak legs and collapsed directly on the carpet, with a large area of wetness underneath her body.
Without stopping, Feng Jun raised his hand and fired two more shots, killing the remaining two men. Then, amid the screams of the women, he stepped forward to search for the handbags of these men.
Collecting trophies is a good habit, but Feng Jun did this just to mislead the police - how many good things can these guys have in their bags?
There was also a woman who kept screaming. Feng Jun raised his hand and fired another shot at the chandelier, "Paralyzed, do you want to die?"
The women's screams suddenly stopped, but the music in the speakers continued to play without fear, "Come on, let's wander, there are many directions anyway..."
Feng Jun packed their handbags, which took about a minute, and then Shi Shiran returned to his room and smiled slightly, "Okay, that's it for today, I have to go."
Just then, the security guards from the venue rushed over - Elite Club is a high-end entertainment venue that pays great attention to privacy. The quality of the guests is also relatively high. There are usually no people in the corridor, which will affect the customers. experience.
So the security guards came relatively late, and they knew that someone was shooting and killing people here, and no one dared to rush up in a hurry. They just shouted loudly outside the door, "Brother, what is going on?"
what happened? Feng Jun picked up his handbag and the glass he was drinking from, jumped up suddenly, smashed the window glass of the private room, and jumped down.
At the same time, he did not forget to shout, "The money on the table should be regarded as compensation for losses."
He took out 20,000 yuan, and there should be another four or five thousand yuan on the table, and he had no intention of taking it back.
Feng Jun was on the third floor of a commercial building. The first and second floors were very high, probably no more than ten meters from the ground. After he fell to the ground, he rolled and jumped forward. , and disappeared into the vast night.
At this moment, the sound of police sirens was faintly heard on the street... It took only three or four minutes for the police to arrive. This speed was really not too slow.
In fact, police cars rarely appear here in Elite Hui. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net As for the reason... is there any need to say?
But today is different. A shooting occurred. In China, holding a knife to hurt someone is nothing, but holding a gun is definitely a major crime. This nature cannot be concealed casually.
Not to mention that although Mr. Dou and his party have not revealed their identities, there are local young men here. Elite Hui has long known that these are distinguished guests. Now that the distinguished guests have been shot, who dares to cover it up?
At this time, Elite Club's reputation really doesn't matter anymore. Five people were shot dead, and closure for rectification is inevitable. It's hard for anyone to do anything - at least this is the scene of a murder.
After the police arrived, they first took a general look at the scene, and then called colleagues from the technical department of the branch to provide support - this kind of thing is not something that ordinary police stations can handle.
But then, the first thing they asked was not what happened, but, "What are the identities of these dead people...?"
This logic seems a bit unreasonable, but in fact this is the most correct reaction. This is already a big deal. If the identity of the person killed is not so sensitive, we can find a way to reduce the impact...