The door was kicked open. The people gambling inside hurriedly turned to look. With a bang, a chunk of cement fell from the ceiling and clattered onto the table.
"Arkham Police Department! Get down! Now!"
Bang! Another gunshot rang out.
The ferocious Arkham cops charged in through the storefront entrance with pistols in hand, slamming the gamblers beside the tables face-first onto them.
"Get down! Hands on your heads!"
"I'm talking to you! Get down! Down!"
The Arkham officers held their guns in both hands and roared themselves hoarse as they took control, forcing all the nearby gamblers to the floor.
The fairly large underground casino instantly descended into chaos. Some people tried to run outside, only to be kicked back through the doorway by Miao Mu as soon as they stepped out.
"Men to the left! Women to the right! Anyone in between, stand in the middle with your hands on your head!" Miao Mu shouted, one hand resting on the pistol at his waist.
"Fuck you, pig!"
A gang punk crouching beside the counter pulled a pistol from beneath the table, gritted his teeth, and stood up, ready to make a desperate last stand.
The moment Miao Mu drew his gun, the casino erupted like a string of firecrackers, gunshots popping off in rapid succession.
At least the kind that left the ground carpeted in red and sounded like ten thousand thunderclaps.
The casino's poor ventilation made the gunpowder smoke even thicker. Now there was also the smell of blood. The gang punk who had tried to fight for his life had completed his mission.
He had taken at least thirty bullets. Miao Mu saw clearly that four bullets had struck the man's head at the same time, blowing it apart like a watermelon smashed by a hammer.