stjorthotic Chapter 235 In a Foreign Land, Lin Zhou Becomes 007
Chapter 235 In a Foreign Land, Lin Zhou Becomes 007
"Let's go to the Black Swan Casino."
As Lin Zhou's cold words fell, the all-black Ford Raptor pickup truck let out a deep, beastly roar, its tires scraping against the scorching asphalt, sending up a puff of white smoke as it shot into the sweltering heat of Las Vegas like an arrow released from a bow.
Inside the carriage, the air conditioning was blasting, but it couldn't suppress the chilling atmosphere of impending bloodshed.
"Master, this is the internal structure diagram and security layout of the Black Swan Casino."
The middle-aged man, codenamed "Lone Wolf," steadily controlled the steering wheel while deftly manipulating the tactical tablet with one hand before handing it to Lin Zhou in the passenger seat.
"This casino is divided into an outer area and an inner VIP area. The outer area is a mixed bag, but the inner area has extremely tight security, staffed entirely by heavy-firepower thugs from the Blood Skull gang who have actually seen blood. Without a VVIP pass and a personal introduction, not even a fly can get in."
Lin Zhou took the tablet.
Thanks to the [Battlefield Crisis Intuition] recently infused by the system and a vast reserve of tactical knowledge.
With just a glance, the extremely complex 3D architectural diagram seemed to be directly imprinted on his retina. Every blind spot in the surveillance system, every ventilation duct, and even the thickness of the load-bearing walls were all vividly depicted in his mind, forming an incredibly clear three-dimensional model.
"Security is not a problem."
Lin Zhou casually tossed the tablet onto the center console, his gaze falling on the silver combination lock box at his feet.
"I need to find a safe place to change my clothes."
Half an hour later, in a secluded, secure house on the edge of the Las Vegas Strip.
When Lin Zhou pushed open the door and came out again, Lone Wolf, who had been guarding outside, suddenly contracted his pupils, and a hint of undisguised amazement and awe flashed in his eyes.
Lin Zhou took off his extremely conspicuous tactical windbreaker.
Instead, he wore a perfectly tailored, bespoke dark suit that hugged his muscular physique.
The collar of the pure white shirt was slightly open, and there was no tie, giving off a nonchalant and lazy vibe.
Those deep, almond-shaped eyes were hidden behind thin gold-rimmed glasses, concealing all their violent killing intent. They exuded an elegance and composure reminiscent of an ancient European aristocrat.
The two Glock 19s, modified by underground gunsmiths, were perfectly concealed in custom-made holsters inside the suit, with no flaws visible from the outside.
At this moment, Lin Zhou is like a top-notch agent, 007, straight out of a movie.
Elegant and charming, yet with a deadly fang hidden in every gesture, capable of tearing enemies apart in an instant.
"Let's go."
Lin Zhou straightened his cuffs, his tone as calm as if he were preparing to attend an ordinary dinner party.
Night falls.
Las Vegas, the city that never sleeps, built on money and desire, has finally revealed its wildest and most extravagant true face.
The flashing neon lights illuminated the entire street as if it were daytime.
In front of the Black Swan Casino's extremely extravagant solid gold gate, various limited-edition supercars and extended Hummers were parked.
Scantily clad bunny girls and wealthy men reeking of cigars mingled among them.
The air was filled with a strong scent of expensive perfumes, high-end alcohols, and hormones.
Lin Zhou, wearing shiny leather shoes, walked calmly up the steps.
"Sir, please show me your invitation or membership card."
Two burly white security guards, nearly two meters tall with bulging waists, stood like two iron towers in front of the gilded gate, eyeing the extremely unfamiliar Asian face with wary gazes.
Lin Zhou remained silent.
A faint, elegant smile played on his lips as he casually slipped a pure black card with gold trim from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
The security guard took the card and swiped it on his handheld terminal.
"Beep—VVIP highest privileges!"
As the crisp notification sound rang out, the two security guards' muscular faces twitched instantly, and their originally fierce eyes immediately became extremely respectful.
"I'm so sorry, esteemed sir! I didn't know you were here. Please come in!"
The two quickly made way, bowed extremely humbly, and made a gesture of invitation.
Lin Zhou didn't even glance at them. He casually put away the card and strode into the maze-like den of iniquity.
The interior of the casino is surprisingly large.
The deafening electronic music, the mechanical whirring of the roulette wheel, the shouts of winners and the curses of losers, all intertwine to create an extremely frenzied symphony.
Lin Zhou is like a true top-tier high roller.
He picked up a martini from the waiter's tray, strolled leisurely past the group of gamblers outside who were blinded by greed for a few hundred dollars, and headed straight for the VIP box area on the second floor.
The lighting on the second floor was relatively dim, and the luxurious Persian carpet absorbed all footsteps.
The air here is filled not only with the aroma of cigars, but also with a very subtle, hidden smell of blood.
Lin Zhou activated [Battlefield Crisis Intuition].
His gaze seemed to casually sweep across the surroundings, but in reality, he had already locked onto the sixteen heavily armed sentries hidden in the shadows of the corridor with extreme precision.
Just as he was about to approach the VIP box called "Lucifer" at the very back.
Lin Zhou's steps suddenly stopped without warning.
His fingers, holding the wine glass, tightened suddenly in that instant, almost crushing the slender glass stem!
Through the half-open carved door of the private room.
Under extremely luxurious lighting.
He saw it!
An extremely tall white man was sitting imposingly on a leather sofa.
The man had two scantily clad Russian blondes in his arms, a thick Cuban cigar between his fingers, and was smoking it without restraint.
Short, golden hair, and a physique as strong as a wild beast.
And there's that extremely glaring black leather eye patch over his left eye!
And the hideous scar along the edge of the blindfold, winding like a centipede to the base of the ear!
Poisonous wolf!
The moment Lin Zhou saw that face, the raging fire in his mind reignited.
The mother's weak cries before her death, the blast wave from the car explosion.
Everything transformed into an extremely violent and bloodthirsty killing intent at this moment!
Lin Zhou's blood was surging wildly.
His once alluring eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, had turned a chilling dark red.
But he did not draw his gun immediately.
Reason told him that there were four extremely cold-eyed bodyguards standing next to Poison Wolf, and that there was a high possibility that the K organization's contact person was also hiding in the private room.
He wanted more than just Poison Wolf's life; he wanted the ultimate truth about the car accident from back then!
Lin Zhou took a deep breath and downed his martini in one gulp.
He casually placed his wine glass on the bar counter beside him, and his right hand had already slipped very discreetly inside his suit jacket, gripping the cold grip of the Glock 19.
He took a deep breath, preparing to push open the door in an extremely natural way.
however.
The moment Lin Zhou's fingertips touched the carved bronze handle of the gate.
"boom--!!!"
A terrifyingly loud bang, like a bolt from the blue, exploded in the lobby of the casino!
Followed by.
"Splash splash splash!"
The massive bulletproof glass curtain wall on the first floor of the Black Swan Casino, worth millions of dollars, was instantly shattered by an extremely violent mechanical force!
Countless sharp shards of glass flew wildly through the hall like a torrential rain.
"Ah—! What happened?!"
"My God!"
On the motorcycle sat six fully armed, elite mercenaries wearing skull masks.
They didn't waste any time or words, and they even skipped the warning process altogether.
"Da da da da da da—!"
The piercing sound of AK-47 automatic rifle fire instantly drowned out all the music and screams in the casino!
Flames spewed out!
The dense barrage of bullets was like the scythe of death, mercilessly reaping everything in the hall.
The fine wines on the bar were smashed to pieces, and the slot machines burst into dazzling sparks.
A dozen or so Blood Skull gang thugs, who hadn't even had time to react, were torn to shreds by the furious barrage of bullets, their blood instantly staining the expensive carpet.
"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack! Return fire!"
The heavily armed sentries on the second floor finally reacted, frantically drawing their weapons and unleashing a barrage of fire downwards.
In less than ten seconds, the entire Black Swan Casino was completely transformed into a bloody meat grinder battlefield!
The changes happened too fast, too suddenly!
Lin Zhou immediately concealed himself behind a load-bearing pillar, his eyes scanning the battle situation on the first floor with an extremely cold gaze.
"This isn't infighting among the Blood Skull members; it's a premeditated double-cross, or perhaps a cover-up targeting specific individuals!"
Lin Zhou's [Battlefield Crisis Intuition] was frantically alarming in his mind.
He turned around abruptly and kicked open the carved door of the "Lucifer" box.
however.
The private room was already completely empty!
The four bodyguards lay in pools of blood, each with a fatal bullet hole between their eyebrows.
The man with the black eye patch, Poison Wolf, decisively killed his bodyguard within a fraction of a second of the gunshot. Like an extremely slippery venomous snake, he smashed through the hidden ventilation window at the back of the private room and disappeared into a dark alleyway with no surveillance cameras!
"Trying to run away?"
"Master! The situation has changed! A third-party, heavily armed mercenary force has suddenly infiltrated the casino and is indiscriminately firing! You must evacuate immediately!"
Lin Zhou drew his Glock 19 from his waist and cocked it with a very stylish one-handed motion.
He stared intently at the burly, dark figure frantically fleeing deep into the alley, and let out a cold laugh.
"Uncle Chen, tell Lone Wolf to cancel the evacuation."
"Tonight, even if God himself came, he couldn't save this one-eyed dog's life. I said it!"