Strongest Guard

The sea breeze, just like how it was when one didn't like Venus's casino, suddenly grew bigger. The smoke was like a demon's, it immediately shook its body, followed the wind and spat out flames, laughing sinisterly as it rushed into the second floor's window.    

The moment the smoke rose, the casino's alarm went off.    

Lee Nanfang wasn't a bloodthirsty type of person, and he disliked harming the innocent. He dared to ignite a big fire when thousands of gamblers were fighting upstairs because he was very clear on the fact that the fire protection facilities in a casino like Venus's were quite perfect.    

After all, all the gamblers who came to play had certain financial conditions and social status. If a few gamblers really died because of anger, no matter how hard Karawich's backing was, he would be able to deal with them easily. However, the gamblers would never come to his house again.    

Thus, when the thick smoke rose up, the casino's main rooms and corridors all sounded out with the shrill sound of fire alarm.    

Many red-eyed gamblers actually ignored the sirens and continued shouting as they fought.    

As expected of the casino's goons, the waiters reacted quickly. They picked up their sticks and smashed them down, roaring at everyone as they ran out of the building through the emergency exit.    

Only then did the gamblers come to their senses. They began to cry for their mothers and fathers, fleeing towards the emergency evacuation corridor like a swarm of bees.    

Of course, in the process of escaping, many gamblers took the opportunity to grab the chips and stuff them into their pockets.    

The casino thugs saw the scene and went to stop them. However, there were too many people who were crazily robbing the building, and each floor only had three or four thugs. It was impossible to stop so many people.    

In the distance, the sound of a fire engine approaching quickly could be heard.    

When the first fire truck had a water dragon mounted on top of it and the white water column fell from the sky, most of Venus's casino had already escaped.    

However, no one left. They all stood at the side of the road. In the empty yard in the back yard, there was a lingering fear in their hearts as they looked at the fire.    

However, there were also people who did not come out.    

For example, Karawich.    

He was resting in his luxurious bedroom on the top floor when the fire broke out.    

Karawich didn't sleep the whole night because of Min Rou's "Prophecy of a virgin" incident.    

Although he was trying his best to convince himself that the so-called prophecy of a virgin was actually just a legend, he was still very nervous. As long as he closed his eyes, the scene Min Rou told him would appear in his mind.    

Venus casino was engulfed in flames. A young man in the distance was looking at him with a cold gaze. Kolbowski's corpse was lying under the young man's feet …    

He felt that his hallucination had been influenced entirely by the prophecy of a virgin.    

What happened in the legends, if it really happened in reality, then it was not a legend anymore.    

Therefore, he strongly advised himself to be like Kolbowski, who was disdainful towards the so-called legend of a virgin, and peacefully sleep.    

Why can't I sleep?    

It wasn't until the sun rose and he saw on the monitor that the young man surnamed Li who had won the casino with a hundred thousand yuan and had won fifty-eight million and was taken away by Kolbowski very easily did he feel relieved.    

No one knew better than Karawich how brutal Kolbowski was.    

Lee Nanfang had fallen into his hands. Before he died, he had not lost an arm or a leg.    

The biggest danger had been eliminated, so Karawich could finally sleep in peace.    

After returning to his room from the control room, the moment his head touched the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.    

He didn't even hear the shrill sound of a fire alarm.    

It was one of his trusted aides who had kicked open the door of the room and rushed in to drag him out of bed, risking his life to escape.    

"What?" A fire? "    

Karawich's temper was naturally not good. He was about to slap his subordinate right after he fell asleep, but then he heard his subordinate scream out in anger.    

Karawich's drowsiness disappeared and he rushed to the window. Just as he opened the curtain and the window was opened, the thick smoke that was blown away by the sea breeze rushed in like a demon.    

"Where's Kolbowski?" Where is that bastard! "    

Karawich hurriedly shut the window with a bang. He turned around and grabbed his subordinate's collar and shouted with eyes that were about to crack.    

"He, he brought those two Chinese to the underground prison and hasn't come out yet."    

His subordinate, who was almost out of breath from being grabbed by the collar, reported with great difficulty.    

"Go find him, go!"    

Karawich pushed hard, causing his men to tumble.    

After noticing that his boss was acting weirdly, his men did not dare to stay there any longer. They turned around and ran away, "Anyway, I've already done what I should have done. As for whether you listen to me or not, that's your business.    

His men who were complaining in their hearts rushed out of the room, lifted up their camouflage vests, covered their noses and mouths, and rushed towards the stairs.    

The anxious subordinates didn't even have time to go back down the stairs. They could only reach out and grab the stainless steel railings, lying flat on the ground and quickly sliding down.    

When he reached the corner of the stairs, he had to jump off the banister because of a sharp turn, and as he leaned against the window, he heard hurried footsteps from above.    

The subordinate raised his head to look and saw his boss, who was dressed in pajamas, running towards him in a flurry of emotions.    

Karawich's sleepiness finally disappeared completely. He realized that if he stayed in the room any longer, he would be choked to death by the smoke. He hurriedly followed his men and ran out of the room.    

He knew better than his men what speed he had to go down the stairs.    

Reaching for the stairs, he was about to lift his foot and slip down with his knee around the handrail like a horse stealthily, when the man who was about to leave the window and throw himself at the handrail suddenly shuddered, opened his mouth, and before he could scream, a bullet shot shot out from his forehead.    

Blood.    

"This is bad!"    

Karawich was indeed a former Russian elite fighter. When a bloody light flashed on his forehead, he immediately realized something was wrong. He no longer dared to use his legs to hook the banister and slide down. His body quickly leaned back and like a fish leaping out of the water, he fell onto the floor of the corridor.    

This was because he knew very well that no matter how fast he fell, he would not be faster than a bullet.    

He wanted to go down the stairs and push his way past the window.    

In the yard outside the window, there were gunners aiming at them. As soon as they saw a shadow appear, they immediately fired a shot.    

He had been shot in the back of the head. Judging from the bloody scene from the bullet coming out of the forehead, the gunman was probably standing in the courtyard below, using a professional sniper rifle to block the window.    

Therefore, he didn't dare to dodge past the window. Being a professional soldier, he knew better than anyone else how terrifying this kind of professional sniper was.    

Only a professional sniper would be able to come up with such accurate sniper skills.    

"There are actually professional snipers lying in ambush outside. It seems like Kolbowski is in trouble."    

When his back landed heavily on the ground, Karawich suddenly had this thought.    

Almost at the same moment that this thought appeared in his mind, he felt a sharp pain in his nose.    

The burning pain.    

Before he could react, a bullet had struck the wall of the corridor.    

The bullet dug out a hole in the concrete wall with the wallpaper. It bounced off the wall and hit the stainless steel banister on the stairs. It made a "dang dang" sound before falling to the ground.    

Ye Zichen skipped a few steps and stopped in front of Karawich, who was lying on the floor of the corridor.    

Cold sweat suddenly emerged from his forehead.    

Just a moment ago, if he had leaned back a little bit slower, the bullet would not have gone past the tip of his nose, but would have punched a hole in his forehead.    

This was the most terrifying thing about a professional sniper.    

They could seize any opportunity to kill their target.    

The points of impact were mostly the forehead, the back of the head, and the left and right temples of the target.    

Karawich, who escaped from the gates of hell in time, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After forcing himself to be calm, he opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look at the bullet.    

When Karawich saw the bullet, his grayish-brown eyes suddenly shrunk.    

This was actually not a professional sniper rifle bullet.    

It was the nine millimeter bullet that the Desert Eagle was used to.    

Of course, Karawich didn't know how many Desert Eagles there were in the world and how many people used this model of firearms.    

However, he knew that the second boss of Venus's casino and head thug Kolbowski used this model of Desert Eagle.    

"The enemy, using Kolbowski's Desert Eagle, can actually shoot out a sniper rifle. Lee Nanfang, what is your background? Why didn't Madame say anything about you when she reminded me to pay attention to those people? "    

Karawich stared at the bullet in shock and picked it up.    

The bullets were very hot. Karawich's fingers emitted the smell of roasted meat, but he was not aware of it.    

In his mind, only one girl's voice resounded.    

It was Min Rou's voice. "I think I can already see the rivers of blood flowing in this building. The blazing fire engulfed the entire magnificent building. Your people are all screaming in pain in the sea of fire. Sir, in the western legends, there seems to be a legend of a virgin's prophecy, right? "    

"Prophecy of a virgin. "Hehe, the prophecy of a virgin."    

Karawich chuckled and slowly got up from the ground.    

He was no longer afraid of Lee Nanfang outside the window in the yard.    

No matter how good Lee Nanfang's marksmanship was, he couldn't see the person inside until the smoke finally covered the corner of the stairs.    

"I believed in the legend of the prophecy of virginity. Kolbowski, I'm afraid you should believe it before you die, right? It's a pity that the price we have to pay for believing this legend is a bit too high. "Fortunately, the person who paid the bill for this legend is not only us, but also Hamm."    

As if having Alzheimer's disease, Karawich murmured as he walked towards the stairs that led to the roof: "Hamm, you shouldn't have been so aggressive. Just because you covet the huge benefits that the girl can bring you, you forbid me to go back on my word and want to keep her here. "    

"But do you know?"    

Opening the door of the rooftop and seeing the blue sky outside, Karawich's spirit was roused. His mind finally returned to normal as he laughed at himself, "You are provoking a devil. "Hehe, if I'm not wrong, Kolbowski and I will soon see you in hell."    

"Sigh, you really shouldn't have acted so domineeringly. Let me be on my guard against you and leave a call for the girl. If she's smart enough, she'll call the devil after she goes to the area with the signal. "    

Sighing again, Karawich picked up a phone from the round table and slowly walked towards the fence on the roof.