mackenzie club no. 5.

This place looks like a bar club that only entertains private members, but secretly it is a high-end underground casino.

It is very quiet here during the day, but becomes unusually lively at night.

A Lincoln sedan drove into the parking lot.

The parking lot is about two hundred meters away from the private club and has dozens of cars parked there.

A middle-aged man in a black suit got off the car.

He had just come from his lover's place and was in a very good mood.

"I'm going to win tonight."

Just as I was closing the car door, two figures suddenly appeared behind me.

“Bang~!”

The wooden stick hit the man in the suit hard on the head, and the man fainted.

"Matthew, you wouldn't beat him to death, would you?" Henry asked worriedly.

Matthew chuckled, "Don't worry, I know my limits."

The two guys moved very quickly. One searched the man while the other took out a rope from his pocket and tied him up.

A torn towel was stuffed into his mouth and a black cloth bag was put over his head.

His movements are extremely skillful, and it is obvious that he is a habitual offender.

Open the trunk of the car and throw the piggy-looking guy in.

After straightening his suit, the two men walked towards the entrance of the club. After walking a few dozen meters, Henry opened the guy's wallet under the street light.

The two found an exquisite card inside, which was the membership card of McKinsey Club No. 5.

There is a name behind it.

I searched in my wallet again and found a few business cards.

Head of the credit department at City Bank of Los Angeles.

kevin madain.

Henry patted his wallet and said to Matthew with a smile, "From now on, Kevin Madden is my cousin."

"It's terrible to be your cousin." Matthew said with a smile.

There was quite a bit of cash in this guy's wallet. Henry took a look and saw more than three hundred dollars, which was quite a lot.

The two men arrived at the door of the club, and two strong guys stopped them, "Gentlemen, please show us your membership cards."

Henry passed Kevin Maddine's membership card over.

The guard took the card and looked at it, then looked at Henry. "Sir, this is Mr. Madden's membership card. I know Mr. Madden."

"Kevin is my cousin. He said there were fun things here, so he gave me this card and asked me to come and play. He said I could go in with this card. Why not?" Henry frowned.

"So that's how it is. Gentlemen, please come in." The strong man stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation.

Henry and Matthew took two steps forward, then stopped and asked, "By the way, how do we get a membership card? If it's fun here, we can get two too."

"With a deposit of $1,000 and an annual membership fee of $500, you can enjoy membership services." Zhuang Han said.

Henry nodded. "Well, it's not expensive."

This guy is just pretending.

He didn't even have 100 yuan on him.

and Matthew walked into the clubhouse.

The clubhouse is beautifully decorated.

There are a lot of guests.

Some were drinking coffee, some were chatting in the bar. The women here were all dressed gorgeously, and Henry and Matthew naturally knew what they were doing.

The two were not in a hurry and ordered two drinks at the bar.

Take careful look around you.

The topics people talk about here are mostly about gambling. Some are very happy when they win, while others pretend to be indifferent when they lose.

A young woman was hugging an old man in his sixties in a suit and tie. The two were walking forward and talking about something.

The woman suggested playing big or small betting, and the old man smiled and said Texas Hold'em was more interesting.

Henry and Matthew looked at each other, stood up and followed the old man and the woman not far away, walking towards the side passage together.

After walking down a few steps, we arrived in the underground and came to a big gate. There were two bodyguards standing at the door. When they saw a guest coming, they took the initiative to open the door.

Suddenly there was a noisy sound.

This is the most attractive part of the McKinsey Club No. 5.

underground casino.

The old man and the young woman went to exchange chips, and Henry and Matthew followed them. While the old man was exchanging chips, Henry and Matthew kept looking around at the situation inside.

After shopping through the window, they could see a lot of chips in the room behind the window, and the cash was put directly into the suitcase.

The moment I opened the suitcase, it was filled with colorful banknotes.

When it was their turn, Henry took out his cousin's wallet, which contained more than three hundred dollars, and he unceremoniously exchanged all of it for chips.

I and Matthew each took half.

"Let's separate and play while observing the situation here." Henry whispered.

"No problem," Matthew replied.

Three hours later, Henry and Matthew lost all their chips and had to pool their money together and walk away.

Through these three hours of observation, the two obtained a lot of useful information.

We arrived at the parking lot, got into Henry's cousin's Lincoln, drove away from the club, and came to a newly rented yard in the downtown area.

This yard was originally a small factory located in a slum controlled by the Jewish gang. The personnel here are complicated and the police rarely come here. Hadi plans to turn this place into a temporary base.

"Boss, I have figured out the situation."

After entering the room, Henry said to Hardy with a smile.

Henry and Matthew then told Hardy the entire survey process in detail and drew a simple diagram.

"The place to exchange chips is here, and the money is piled in the box inside." Matthew pointed to a room on the drawing board.

"How many do you estimate?"

Henry thought about it.

"When we left, there were about a hundred people in the casino, which was the busiest time. I kept an eye on the window for exchanging chips, and the turnover was estimated to be about 70,000 to 80,000 US dollars."

At this moment, Matthew thought of something.

"Oh, boss, when I was playing cards, I heard other gamblers talking about a blackjack tournament the day after tomorrow. There will definitely be a lot of people playing, and there will definitely be more cash."

Hold a blackjack tournament.

Hardy also thought it was a good time.

"Okay, you two take a break. We'll discuss who to attack after Richard and Neil come back from investigating the situation," said Hardy.

Henry just stood up and suddenly thought of something.

"Boss, in order to sneak in, we arrested a man, a loan manager of a bank. Now that guy is still tied in the trunk, what do you think we should do?" Henry asked.

Hardy was stunned.

"You guys also kidnapped someone?"

"That club is a membership-based one, so we have no choice but to use this method."

"I think we should just tie it to a rock and throw it into the Los Angeles River," said Matthew.

Hardy shook his head.

"We can do bad things, but we can't be bad people."

Matthew and Henry were both a little confused. Isn't this the same meaning?

Hardy looked at the two guys and said, "We are a gang. We can rob, lend money at high interest rates, sell illegal cigarettes and alcohol, and even kill people. We do all these things, but we do them just to survive. The strong prey on the weak, and the country is like this. But we don't need to kill people for no reason. That is evil in our nature."

Henry and Matthew nodded, not quite understanding what was going on.

"Then what should we do with that guy? Let him go now?" Matthew asked.

"Of course not."

Hardy rejected it outright.

"Throw him in the cellar first, tell him he's been kidnapped and needs a ransom to be released, and then we'll release him after we finish the job."

Henry and Matthew blinked.

Does the boss become a good person by doing this?

What a nice person!

Hardy did this not for the extortion of money, but mainly to prevent him from revealing his whereabouts and to ensure the smooth completion of the operation.