"It's boring......"

Howard, who had been indulging in fun for a week at the Mafia-owned Flemingo Hotel, was slumped on the couch, his eyes looking bored as if he had no focus.

Games like baccarat, Texas Hold'em, etc. are tired of it.

The alpine ski resort is under construction, and the most you can do is play golf when you are idle.

The natural hot springs soak almost every night, and lying in the hot spring pool large enough to accommodate hundreds of people, overlooking Las Vegas below, is simply a royal enjoyment.

And there are also beautiful women who rub their backs and water themselves.

It sounds like a heavenly and comfortable day, but for Howard, who likes the new and hates the old very quickly, he has experienced it a few times and is not interested.

Even if the leader of the mafia, Alessandro, has hinted intentionally or unintentionally that the hostess, sexy dealer and waitress in the hotel can come to the door.

Howard, who could enter the time of the sage, did not push the boat down the river and prostitute for nothing, but rejected such illegal behavior with righteous words.

Well, that's why it is.

In fact, when he arrived in Las Vegas on the first day, he was overdrawn by playing multi-person sports.

Nevada is the only place in the U.S. where *** is allowed and recognized as legal.

A playboy like Howard has only been in the house for a few days and has run out of ammunition, and he can't do anything.

"No wonder it is said to be a paradise for the rich, where you can do whatever you want!"

Howard collapsed on the couch and took a sip of juice.

The reason he was so bored was because Luke wasn't fooling around with him.

For men, going out and having fun is definitely a team.

If you are alone, the interest is automatically halved.

"I obviously said that I would avoid the White House, and the Pentagon gang would help Captain Rogers prepare for the bachelor party, but they still have to talk about work."

Howard complained.

In the first two days of his arrival in Las Vegas, Luke did experience the local customs.

Not only in the hotel's casino, he set a record of winning 43 "blackjack" in a row, and then played other types of games.

Poker, Dice, Points, Odd & Even, Roulette......

These human-developed gameplays were not difficult for Luke.

So, just a short immersion.

He pulled out and went back to work.

Nevada is not only Las Vegas, but also has a national security zone.

The U.S. Department of Energy has set up the Nevawa test site in the desert southeast of Nye County, where the military has carried out more than 900 nuclear explosions.

As a result, it attracted a large number of "nuclear explosion tourists", and the atomic bomb became fashionable in Nevada.

Las Vegas has a lot of "Miss Atomic Bomb" - just beautiful girls in mushroom cloud bikinis, which is a big feature.

Anyway, Luke is here, and Luke naturally wants to visit various military bases as a war hero.

So, he left Howard at the hotel.

"It's a rare vacation, how can I just waste time in a hotel room."

Howard, who had squinted his eyes and slept for a while, touched his mustache and decided to go out and have some fun.

Even if you play a round of golf or go to the hot springs for a while.

Staying in the room, it doesn't fit his style.

"Is there anything worth visiting nearby?"

Dressed up in a brand-new high-end suit, squirted a little cologne, and dressed himself more like a, Howard caught a glimpse of the waiter in charge of the elevator running up and down.

"Sir, two blocks away from the hotel, there is a newly opened 'Hell Hotel', which I heard is very interesting."

The waiter pocketed the tip and pointed the way.

"Hell Hotel ......"

Howard muttered.

The name seems to have a bit of an idea.

"A fallen soul like me deserves to go to hell."

Howard, who picked up a glass of champagne, said to himself.

He followed the direction of the waiter, and soon saw the newly opened "Hell Hotel".

"Wow, it's hot, there's a long queue."

Howard raised an eyebrow, Ann waited in line was not his job to do it.

"Hey man, if you're willing to give me your place, it's all yours."

Using money to open the way is always one of the best ways to solve problems.

Howard was unsurprisingly at the front of the line, and the two security guards guarding the door glanced at him and stamped the seal of the sheep's horn demon on his arm.

"Let's go inside."

The security guard said in a rough voice.

Howard put one hand in his pocket and walked through the door in style.

He sniffled, his brow furrowed slightly.

"It feels like there's a smell of sulfur."

Howard thought to himself.

It's just that his attention was quickly attracted by the decoration inside the Hell Hotel.

The dark red hue fills every corner of the eye.

A soft carpet that emits a slight heat.

There was also a faint flow of light, like lava.

The walls are carved with various patterns with a terrifying and quirky temperament, and there are even waiters dressed like demons and devils shuttling back and forth.

"It's a rare thing to have a hell-themed hotel."

Howard was interested and walked over to the front desk to redeem the chips.

"Sir, we don't accept cheques or cash here."

The waiter with a hooked nose with crooked horns on his head said.

He rejected Howard's signed checks, as well as the bills he pulled out of his wallet.

"And what do you collect here?"

The corners of Howard's mouth curled up and he asked curiously.

"Soul. Hell hotels are all about exchanging souls for chips, and there is a place to weigh your souls. ”

The waiter replied with a blank look.

"It's kind of like that."

Howard looked in the direction the waiter was pointing, and there was indeed a huge scale not far away.

Quite a few guests who enter the hotel stand on it, waiting for the final result.

"Soul exchange chips? What if my soul can't get enough chips, or if I lose all my chips and want to continue playing? ”

Howard clasped his hands to his chest, like a deliberately difficult guest.

"You can sign a contract to pledge your soul to the Hell Hotel forever."

The waiter was expressionless and pulled out a thick stack of paper.

"We have short-term pledge contracts for 10, 30, 50 and 100 years, and long-term pledge contracts for 200 to 1,000 years."

Howard just glanced at it, and the dense English words were enough to give it a headache.

He pursed his lips, casually pulled out a pledge contract of an unknown duration, and signed his name.

The waiter's dark eyes flashed with a glimmer of blazing fire.

He stacked stacks of chips of different denominations, neatly packed them in trays, and handed them to Howard with both hands.

"Welcome to the Hell Hotel, have a great time."