Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Just as he was about to rush forward, Xue Kui stopped Guan Er. He laughed and cracked his fingers, looking at Guan Er provocatively.

Dabao said lightly,

"Guan Er, let me tell you, this matter has caused a huge uproar, even alarming the central government. Think about it carefully. When did this employer contact you? Where did you negotiate this deal? What and how much did he give you?

Let's sort out the order. You said it, and I will let you go. It's no empty promise. There are not many opportunities, you have to seize it! "

Guan Er looked at Dabao and hesitated. Although his life was not as good as before, he didn't want to die yet.

The police's commotion today had given him a bad feeling. A man's death in a detention center was no big deal. But today was different. Could it be that the man who died was a relative of the emperor?

He looked at the people in front of him, and he felt more and more uneasy. Although Xiao Qi took the blame, the police in front of him did not believe it at all.

What if this gets exposed? The result for the two brothers is that each of them will be rewarded with a peanut, but he still doesn't want to die...

Guan Er was also hesitant and wanted to push Zhou Yiming out.

Suddenly Xiao Qi roared,

"I killed the man, if you have anything to do, come to me!"

Dabao looked at that extremely stupid face and slapped him in the face without showing any mercy. He knocked Xiaoqi unconscious immediately and the scene became chaotic.

Feng San saw that this was a good opportunity. He felt around his waist and took out two grenades, then pulled out the safety pins with his teeth.

He held a grenade in each hand, and Feng San roared.

"Stop it right there, if you don't stop, I'm going to..."

He was just about to say, "I have a grenade in my hand, if you don't obey I'll kill you..."

Dabao stepped forward and slapped Feng San in the face. This slap stunned Feng San.

"You dare to hit me? I'll fight you!" He shouted while preparing to throw a grenade. Guan Er saw it and quickly hugged him, shouting,

"Brother, brother, don't get excited, don't get excited. If you throw it like that, won't we both be killed? Alas, are you stupid?"

Feng San tried desperately to break free from his second brother's arms, but he couldn't get away at all. He screamed in panic.

Dabao frowned, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of Guan Er and Feng San. Dabao swung his arms and slapped them twice, one in the face and one in the back, which completely pissed off Feng San. He yelled,

"What do you mean? Will the fighting never stop? Don't you really believe that this grenade in my hand will explode?"

Dabao put one hand on his waist and pointed at him with the other.

"Feng San, at this distance, if the grenade explodes, everyone will die anyway. I'm going to make a bet with you. Do you dare to bet?"

Feng San's nostrils were breathing heavily like an old cow, and he roared loudly.

"Don't think you're amazing just because you're wearing this outfit. I promise you, how do you bet? What's the stake?"

Dabao said: "I'll bet my life with you. If I lose, you can make any conditions you want. I'll agree to everything except murder and arson.

If you lose, tell me in detail who hired you to kill Pei Yan. How about that? Do you dare?

Guan Er heard this and immediately poked Feng San, who roared.

"I dare you! How do you bet?"

Guan Er said hurriedly,

"Third brother, since you want to gamble, I will definitely accompany you. At worst, we can go on the road together and still be good brothers in the next life."

Feng San was so excited that he almost cried. He nodded vigorously.

"Don't worry, second brother,"

Dabao thought about it,

"Let's make a bet on whether the grenade in your hand will explode! How about it?"

Feng San laughed loudly.

"This will definitely explode, but I won't bet with you on this. It's boring. If I throw it out, there will be nothing in my hand. You are cheating me. There are so many of you. I can't beat you."

When Dabao heard this, he realized that this boy was not stupid. It is true that one cannot judge a person by his appearance.

"So what are you betting on?"

Feng San has been addicted to gambling all his life. As long as there is gambling, he will do anything. He thought about it,

"Then let's play Russian roulette, which was very popular in recent years."

Dabao has seen Russian roulette on TV, but he has never experienced it in real life.

Dabao nodded.

"Okay! Let's play Russian roulette,"

Feng San waved his hands up and down, shouting excitedly, and the people around him were all excited. Guan Er jumped up and shouted,

"Old Three, please stop wandering around. If that grenade in your hand explodes, none of us will be able to escape..."

Feng San finally came to his senses. In his excitement just now, he wanted to throw both grenades, but his remaining rationality overcame his behavior.

Dabao was afraid that the two guys would change their minds. He quickly waved to Sun Qian to come over. Sun Qian was watching with great interest.

"What's up, Boss?"

Dabao whispered to him,

"Go to the firearms department and get a revolver and a box of ammunition."

Sun Qian agreed and ran out.

The firearms department was next to the detention center. Ten minutes later, Sun Qian came running back with a gun in one hand and a box of bullets in the other.

He handed the gun and bullets to Dabao breathlessly. Dabao took the revolver in his hand, opened the safety, and pushed the magazine out with a light push of his finger.

Dabao shook it lightly, and the magazine started to rotate. He took a few bullets, loaded them into the gun, and pulled the trigger towards the corner. There were a few shots, and the red bricks in the corner were smashed into pieces.

Dabao opened the magazine and ejected the bullet shell. He said to Feng San,

"How's it going? Do you need another check? I'm going to shoot both of us, and I can't put the gun in your hands."

Feng San was not stupid either. He was holding a grenade in his hand and could not shoot. Besides, how brave would this young policeman have to be before he handed over the gun to him?

He nodded, Dabao looked at him contemptuously, picked up a bullet, let everyone see it, and put it into the magazine.

He glanced at Feng San again, and both Feng San and Guan Er nodded.

Dabao swung the gun in his hand. The magazine was locked by the safety. Dabao pushed the magazine and it started to rotate.

After a while, it stopped, and now no one knows where the bullet is.

The revolver can fire six shots, which means each person has three chances.

Dabao slowly raised the gun and put it against his temple.

Mo Qiyuan was not going to take it anymore. Fuck, is this a big deal? It doesn't matter whether the case is solved or not, but Dabao's life cannot be implicated in it.

He hurriedly said: "Stop, stop, stop, this won't work, Dabao, if anything happens to you, Director Lu will skin me alive, no, no, no."

Guan Er and Feng San were still a little confused. Although they didn't know what Dabao was doing, they knew there must be something fishy going on. But after hearing what Mo Qiyuan said, Guan Er and Feng San completely dispelled their doubts.

Feng San laughed.

"Hey, young commander, what's up? Are you scared? Don't dare to gamble anymore? Then just admit defeat. I don't have any conditions. I just want to let us go. How about that?"

Dabao said to Mo Qiyuan,

"Director Mo, I've made this bet. Don't stop me."

Mo Qiyuan kept shaking his head.

"No, no! Absolutely not. I won't agree to anything you say!"

This time, not only Guan Er and Feng San laughed at him, but even the prisoners kept curling their lips with a look of disdain. Dabao was furious.

"Xue Kui, hold on to Director Mo. No one can stop me from making this bet! I can't let these bastards laugh at me..."