Chapter five hundred and fortieth restaurant assassination
"Don't I ask you to serve another table of food? Let's all serve it together!"!
After hearing what the chef said, Albert waved his hands impatiently. Thinking of the conditions proposed by Bai Zhentian, Lian Lian had the idea of strangling the other party to death. According to his original intention, it would be good to give him a glass of boiled water.
"Yes, sir, I will serve you this dish first!" The chef respectfully agreed, but without standing up, he walked towards where a few people were sitting with the plate in hand.
"Bai, you have to know that the shares of Taj Casino are worth billions of dollars. Isn't your appetite too big?" Albert didn't look at the chef at all. After asking casually,
He focused his attention on Bai Zhentian again.
"The choice is yours, old friend, you can completely refuse me." Bai Zhentian smiled confidently. He was convinced that Albert would eventually agree to this condition.
Bai Zhentian was in a very happy mood at this time when he could make Albert, one of the five major mafia families, feel defeated.
For Hongmen, if they can get shares in the Taj Casino, they will not be too eager to enter the gambling industry on Macao Island. After all, it is too close to the mainland.
Bai Zhentian was calculating the pros and cons in his mind, so Bai Zhentian didn't pay attention to the chef who came over. However, within ten seconds, the man wearing the chef's hat had already walked closer.
Unlike Bai Zhentian and Albert, Qin Feng's whole body muscles were tense at this time, because as the chef approached, the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger and stronger, and there was even a layer of fine goose bumps on his neck.
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"Eh? What's going on? Where are the waiters?"
When the chef walked to the table, Albert was suddenly stunned when he raised his head. Generally, serving food in restaurants is done by waiters. Unless the guests have special needs, the chef will not leave the kitchen.
"Sir, I need to explain to you how to eat this sturgeon caviar."
The chef's hat was worn a little low, and the hair hanging down in front of his forehead completely blocked his eyes. Not only that, his cheeks were also covered with beards, making his face almost invisible.
"Well, tell Bai Bai, I'm not that stingy. Isn't this just caviar?"
If it were normal, Albert might have already become suspicious, but he was a little absent-minded now and didn't pay much attention to the chef's anomaly.
"OK."
The man turned his body slightly, placed the tray on the edge of the table, opened the metal cover with his right hand, and said: "The name of this dish is called Guests from Hell..."
"Visitor from hell? What a strange name?"
Since the person opened the cover in the direction facing him, after hearing the name of the dish, Albert and Bai Zhentian were stunned for a moment, and stretched their heads to look at the plate.
"If you go to hell and taste this dish, it will taste even more delicious."
When the cover was completely removed, a shiny black pistol suddenly appeared in the middle of the plate, and the man's hand grasped the handle of the gun as fast as lightning as he finished speaking.
"By a killer?!"
When he saw clearly that what was taken out from the plate was a gun, Bai Zhentian suddenly leaned back and kicked his right foot heavily on the edge of the table. With the force of this kick, he quickly fell backwards.
Bai Zhentian used almost all his strength with this kick, and the table behind him suddenly hit the table and fell to the ground, just in front of him.
Bai Zhentian's movements were smooth and smooth. In almost the blink of an eye, his body was hidden behind another dining table. The killer was stunned for a moment.
After all, the other party is a professional killer who has gone through rigorous training, and the time he was stunned was only a short second or two.
After Bai Zhentian hid, the man's pistol had been raised, and the target of the muzzle was none other than Albert, the godfather of the Mafia.
Luciano.
Although Albert has experienced many storms in his life, and even participated in the plot to assassinate President Kennedy, he can be said to be a sophisticated person.
But for the godfathers of the five mafia families, they tend to hide in the background rather than charging forward. Those things are done by the "legions" under their command.
Therefore, the number of times Albert was pointed at by someone with a gun in his life was really only a handful. Although he also reacted, he wanted to avoid it as quickly as Bai Zhentian.
But Albert's consciousness and body were not as coordinated as Bai Zhentian's. He opened his eyes and looked at the black muzzle of the gun aimed at his eyebrows. Albert was completely frozen there, and his body could not react at all.
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Although the bullet has not been fired yet, Albert has already felt the shadow of death, being pointed at a gun so close to him, that he has no hope of surviving.
As for Alfonso, who was sitting next to Albert, his performance was even worse. He almost lost the ability to think and sat there completely stunned.
"boom!"
The suffocating gunfire finally rang out, and Albert could even see the light coming from the muzzle of the gun. At this moment, his soul seemed to be wandering.!
"ah!!!"
A miserable cry echoed in the restaurant almost at the same time as the gunfire. No one doubted that the cry was made by Albert. Even Albert himself thought so.
But a second or two later, when Albert's soul returned to his body, he suddenly realized something was wrong. The bullet seemed to fly past his shoulder, and he could even feel the burning heat in his shoulder.
"What...what's going on?"
When Albert came to his senses, he saw that the big hand that originally held the gun had a bright fork stuck in the back of the hand. The metallic luster reflected on the handle of the fork was so dazzling.
The pistol that had just fired a bullet had fallen on the table. Seeing this, Albert rolled back and hid behind a table.
The killer reacted very quickly. He took out his uninjured left hand and grabbed the pistol on the table. However, when his hand just touched the handle of the gun, he suddenly stopped.
Because the killer saw that the young man opposite him was holding a serrated knife in his hand. He could feel that if he picked up the pistol, the knife would be inserted into the back of his left hand.
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“whathat
When the door of the restaurant opened and more than a dozen people rushed in with guns in hand, the killer knew that his assassination mission had failed. However, the killer still asked unwillingly, "Who are you?"
talk.
Qin Feng shook his head and said nothing, but his hand holding the knife was very steady, and his eyes were fixed on the killer's left hand without any relaxation.
"shi"
The killer cursed angrily, but still did not dare to grab the pistol with his left hand. Instead, he lifted the table with force and ran backwards quickly at the same time.
"Bang! Bang bang!!!"
The few people who poured in from outside the restaurant were very experienced. When they saw a white figure moving, gunfire rang out.
"Boss, are you okay?"
"Master Bai, where are you? Did an Italian do it?"
The sound of gunfire always makes people nervous. Although it did not hit the white figure, it caused a confrontation between the Hongmen people and the mafia people, with both sides pointing guns at each other's bodies.
Since no one found their boss, the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became tense. Even Qin Feng, who had just dodged the bowls, chopsticks and spoons, squatted on the ground for fear that someone might accidentally use his gun and go off.
"Put the gun down!"
"Everyone put down their guns!"
The voices of Bai Zhentian and Albert rang out from behind the two tables at the same time. The two big guys stuck out their heads and looked outside before standing up.
"Boss, are you okay?"
"Master Bai, what happened?"
The two groups in the restaurant instantly split into two groups and surrounded Bai Zhentian and Albert. Although the muzzles of their guns were lowered, neither of them put their guns away.
After all, Albert was the one who had gone through the storm. He quickly calmed down and said, "Go to the kitchen quickly. The killer came from the kitchen!"
"Yes, boss!" After hearing what Albert said, three or four people from the Mafia side separated and ran towards the kitchen with guns in hand.
"Put your guns away!"
Albert glared at his men and walked towards Qin Feng. His move immediately made the people on the Hongmen side nervous.
"It's fine."
Bai Zhentian waved his hand, looked at Qin Feng in surprise, and said, "Brother, I didn't expect you to have this skill? But why did you want to save Albert?"
With Bai Zhentian's eyesight, he could naturally see that the killer was only targeting Albert. At that time, even he could only dodge by himself, and how could he care about Albert's life and death!
Qin Feng laughed when he heard this and said: "Brother Bai, if Albert dies, who are you going to blackmail him with?"
Since he saved Albert, Qin Feng naturally wanted to say something dignified.
In fact, in that situation, the killer was also a threat to him, so Qin Feng subconsciously wanted to get rid of this threat. To put it bluntly, saving Albert was just a casual thing.
"Brother, I remember this affection!"
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Bai Zhentian nodded heavily. He naturally knew that if Albert died, the mafia would inevitably be in chaos and Hongmen's plan would never be realized.
So regardless of whether what Qin Feng said was true or false, Bai Zhentian had to accept the favor, because this involved billions of dollars, and the entire Hongmen owed Qin Feng a huge favor.
"Sir, Albert thanks you for your help!"
While Bai Zhentian and Qin Feng were talking in Cantonese, Albert also walked to Qin Feng's side, bent down deeply and bowed to Qin Feng.
