Chapter 34

After the words of a gambling game fell, the scene was silent. Only a few rough breathings hidden in surprise could be heard vaguely. Even the people watching secretly in the distance made no sound.

Milton Dove tilted his head in confusion, and the tips of his curly hair fell from his shoulders. The long-haired beauty said with confusion, "Isn't it possible?"

Booker finally realized that he had seen the wrong person. The person in front of him was basically Not a little lover, but a cheetah disguised as a cat!

But he had already taken the lead in agreeing in front of everyone. If he went back on it now, it would only damage his reputation and that of his organization.

Compared with the black organization, his organization has a certain history in the local area and has been passed down for several generations.

"Okay."

Booker gritted his teeth secretly, not believing that he could not defeat the black-clad organization that came from behind. "I will let people prepare it now. Please wait a moment, Miss Mi."

He waved, and the waiter who was quietly guarding the door came. come over.

"Ah." Milton Dove seemed to remember something, "Even if you ask your son to prepare, you are not allowed to cheat~"

"What...!"

Booker quickly fell silent.

Only a few close associates knew that the waiter was his son. How did the woman in front of him know that?

Booker looked at the other party warily, all sorts of suspicions flashing through his heart. Has a close associate betrayed him?

Noticing his gaze, Miltonduff smiled and said nothing, curling one hand in her hair in boredom.

"..."

Booker immediately gave up the idea of ​​tampering. His cronies were also at the banquet today. If he took the opportunity...

While waiting, Milton Duff randomly found a seat to sit down. He glanced at it. The other three people standing aside asked, "Why don't you sit down too?"

Bermod glanced at the collar around his neck without trace, "Lucifer, are you sure you want to play?"

It seemed that Bermod knew that he and Karasuma Ren Regarding the matter of connecting lives, Milton Duff thought thoughtfully, "Don't worry, aren't we trying to achieve the best interests?"

"OK~" Belmode walked aside as if he was persuaded, "Have a good time."

Bourbon and Ley frowned secretly. If you are not careful in Russian roulette, you will be killed immediately. Milton actually wants to play this!

Since Belmode agreed, neither of them spoke again.

If one member of the black organization dies like this, it will be a good thing for the undercover police, let alone one with Milton's status and ability.

Bourbon looked at Milton Duff with complicated eyes.

He really couldn't figure out what this person was thinking, but based on the other person's ability, he was definitely sure of winning.

A new revolver and a bullet were quickly brought to the table, and Booker sat down opposite Milton Duff with an unnoticed nervousness.

"Can Miss Mi represent your organization?"

After both parties checked the pistols and confirmed that they were correct, Booker raised a question in a timely manner.

"It is indeed a bit unfair to Mr. Booker."

Milton Dove seemed to have just remembered this matter, crossing his hands and resting his chin on it, "Well, how about exchanging one bullet for the other? Cash it on the spot. "

Don't worry, I still have the right to make this decision."

Hearing this, Booker remained silent, seeming to be thinking.

"For example, the arms deal we have been talking about~"

Milton Dove slightly arched his eyebrows and looked directly at Booker with his golden eyes. "With my authority, it is not a problem for you to make three points~"

That is almost equivalent Yu Bai gave it away! Booker's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed unconsciously.

Even though his organization has a certain history, in his generation it is no longer as strong as it once was, and only has a nice name left.

After thinking about it, Booker did not show any eagerness on his face, "If Miss Mi is so generous, then I will reciprocate. If the first bullet misses, I will give you this weapon line for free."

Miltonda Fu nodded as if there was no big surprise, very calmly, "Okay."

He raised his phone, "To show sincerity, this is the deposit."

Booker quickly glanced at the lighted phone screen on the table from the corner of his eye, and found that it was A huge amount of money was credited to his personal account.

Booker calmed down and transferred a sum of money like Milton Dove.

Milton Duff did not look at the mobile phone placed aside. His eyes moved to the revolver placed in the center of the table. "Who comes first?"

Booker breathed out without leaving any trace, "As the host, I go first. "

As he said that, he picked up the gun and loaded the only bullet into the runner with a very steady hand.

The wheel turned, and now even Booker didn't know where the bullet was.

The revolver's wheel has six cylinders, and the probability is 1 in 6. Under the eyes of everyone, Booker felt cruel and pressed the trigger.

The pistol made a distinct emptying sound.

It's a blank! Booker couldn't hold it back this time and breathed a sigh of relief visibly.

"It's Miss Mi's turn next."

Milton Duff took the pistol, put it against the side of his head and fired a shot without hesitation for a second.

Also empty bombs.

Booker's eyes sank suddenly as he had not yet calmed down from the first shot.

As if she didn't see the look in the man's eyes, Milton Duff shook his phone and said, "It seems it's a draw this time. The amounts are almost the same, so I won't turn it back, please."

"It's your turn again, Booker Sir."

Booker took the pistol again and was the first to make a condition, "I want your organization to help me unconditionally open up the drug line in the Japanese market."

Upon hearing Booker's request, Bourbon's fingertips hanging by his side twitched slightly. After a moment, his purple-grey eyes stared at Booker dimly.

He couldn't interrupt rashly. The scene now belonged to Milton and Booker.

If the organization really helps Booker open up the Japanese market...

Unlike the United States, where drugs are emerging in endlessly, Japan has strict jurisdiction over drugs. Booker's organization initially started with drugs, and he has been eyeing this market for a long time.

With China having no clue and no way to start, Booker could only pick the weak ones.

Milton Duff tightened the curve of his mouth and sighed sadly.

"Mr. Booker, in addition to hating second-hand smoke, drugs are also on my blacklist."

"The Japanese market has great prospects, which is beneficial to your organization and mine."

"I Refuse."

Milton Duff said decisively, and then changed the subject, "Since we are still at the gambling table, I can give you an organized sales route."

Booker's mobile phone received the route in the next second. Relevant information.

Milton Duff said casually, "You can send someone to check the authenticity of this route. We have a lot of time tonight, don't we?"

"I believe Miss Mi."

Does he think he can't lose? That's why you said this? Booker's eyes were faintly red, "What does Miss Mi want?"

"Well..." Milton Dove thought very seriously, "To be honest, I don't really like the things your organization sells."

No. Drugs are population, tsk.

"I heard that you have opened up several gemstone industries to cater to the times?"

Milton Duff made a rather casual decision, "This is fine."

Booker sent information about a certain gemstone line without saying a word.

Milton Duff still didn't look at her phone and made a gesture of invitation to him.

The probability is 1 in 4. Booker hesitated for a long time this time, with big beads of sweat on his forehead, and could hardly maintain the calm on his face.

But the woman sitting opposite him still has time to look at her nails? He looked relaxed and relaxed, as if he was on an outing.

The huge difference in the atmosphere between the two sides made Booker's index finger on the trigger hesitate to move.

"Mr. Booker, I don't mind if you ask for help."

Sensing the change in the gaze on him, Booker tightened his jaw, closed his eyes and pressed the trigger.

It's a blank bomb.

Booker could no longer hide his heavy breathing, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Milton Duff took the gun and fired without hesitation for a second just like the last round.

Also empty bombs.

This time it's Booker's turn again.

Booker stared at the gun on the table. If he could turn back time, he would never say another word to this woman!

"Mr. Booker, do you want me to come first this time?"

Milton Duff suggested kindly, "You seem to need a rest."

Booker did not answer, and his bloodshot eyes moved to the other person's face. .

"This time I want a secret order from your organization."

"Impossible!" Booker blurted out.

There were many secret orders, but Booker was sure that the one the other party wanted was the one that involved most of his industry.

Once given, it is equivalent to handing over the organization to others.

"This is not fair to me."

Booker tried to calm down, "Can you give me equal conditions?"

Hearing the question, the "woman" with long white hair raised her mouth slightly, "Re-self Let me introduce you, my code name is Milton Duff."

The whispers around him that had been suppressed suddenly became louder.

In addition to being Gin, the top killer of the Black Organization, the codename Milton Duff is also quite famous.

But unlike Gin, no one can find out his true identity. The only thing that can be known is the destruction of the organization that comes with this code name.

Every time he appears, there will only be a victory for the black organization.

Everyone's attention was slightly diverted, and they secretly took note of the characteristics of the "woman" on the gambling table, even though the other person was most likely not using her real appearance.

At this moment, Bourbon and Ley took a step forward, blocking the surrounding sight of Milton Duff.

Milton Duff tapped the table with his fingers, signaling Booker to come back to his senses, "What, do you want me to come first in this round?"

"..."

There is a 1/2 chance... Booker's brain is running fast. If the opponent If it was Milton Dove, defeat at his hands would seem to be quite normal.

Booker did not realize that his thoughts had unknowingly changed.

Should he take a gamble on odds of 2 to 1? Assuming that he wins against Milton Dove in this bet, then his status in the underground world will definitely be improved!

Even if Milton Duff's shot was a blank, Booker's eyes were sinister, this was his place, and only four people came from the other side...

"...I can actually sit on the same gambling table with Lord Milton." ."

The look of surprise on Booker's face came late, but no one was criticizing him at the moment. "It seems that he lost unfairly."

This meant that he wanted to give up this round of bullets to Milton Duff.

Booker instantly became "positive" and sent the secret order to the other party.

Of course, he had a little reservation. One of the numbers in the secret order was wrong.

Milton Duff tilted his head, picked up the gun, turned it around in his hand, and shot himself without hesitation in the eyes of everyone.

"Click——"

It's a blank bullet.

"Oh~ It seems I'm lucky today."

Milton Dove threw the gun back on the table and slowly raised his eyes. His golden eyes were like some kind of large beast.

Booker's whole body was tense, his hand already pressed on the weapon behind his waist, ready to go.

The first scene flashed through his mind, and Booker realized with hindsight that he had been being manipulated by the other party.

Such a guy... is not a human being at all!

The golden-eyed monster extended his tone and suggested kindly again: "Mr. Booker, do you need me to find someone to help you shoot?"