Chapter 183: Ivan (4)

As Hopkins stood up and moved with Catherine to the craps table, a crowd of people rose and followed them closely. Use the reader,!

They were men and women, old and young, and the only thing that could be called similar was that drunken, frenetic demeanor, rubbing shoulders and talking about the incredible good fortune of their new friends. Some insisted that they had seen the man more than once at lavish dinners held at the Grand Casinos to reward the extravagant VIPs who had spent a lot of money, while others thought they had seen the face in a magazine—they thought he was an engineer or a mathematician, and some thought that the gray-haired lucky man was just cheating, but it wasn't noticed yet.

The craps table can only hold a maximum of eight gamblers, and the one Hopkins chose was relatively empty, but there were only five positions left, and only two were side-by-side, one of which was still on the hook (i.e. standing in the corner of the table), but Hopkins didn't care about this, he stood there and motioned for the dealer to place a bet for him: "One thousand, one no." ”

This time the thrower (the gambler who rolls the dice) is a plump middle-aged woman with a diamond ring on her fat finger that doesn't look much smaller than the dice: "You'll be sorry, sir." She carefully selected a pair of dice that the shooter had pushed with a whip (a small pole that pushed the dice): "Five thousand, one to the note." ”

All the gamblers at the table placed their bets, and the new guests did not hesitate to take Hopkins' side, standing around the supervisors in the middle of the two dealers, and after making sure that no one had added bets, they nodded slightly, and the dice dealer made a gesture to signal that the thrower could roll the dice.

The middle-aged woman took a deep breath, her face was a little hideous because of nervousness, and she couldn't help but purse her lips painted purple and red, and she clutched the dice. With arms across her chest, she jerked them as she exhaled.

Her strength was not small, and the two dice swooped all the way over the green "color" table, overturned a stack of chips, and hit the inner wall at the other end of the table with full force.

The dice were far less active than the ivory balls on the roulette wheel, and they didn't take long to stop, and the dealer looked down, one one, one two. "Garbage spots." He declared clearly, and the thrower looked at her hands, her cheeks shaking violently along with the muscles in her forehead, and she gasped for breath as her eyes were full of pain as the two red chips were swept into the dealer's sphere of influence.

The dealer at both ends of the table began to dial the chips on the table in unison, the supervisor in the middle of them watched their every move, and the dealer recovered both dice. Repeating the previous procedure once, she picked a pair, and the second throw she lightened her movements, and a seven appeared, "Get off the stage." The dealer announced. Reluctantly, the unlucky thrower took two steps back in a counterclockwise direction, relinquishing her throne. "It's a shame." The man standing next to Sasha said, "If she voted this number for the first time — it would be wonderful." "Not only can it be passed, but it is also doubled back.

"Next, sir?" The thin man shook his head, and in a clockwise direction, the next gambler next to him immediately made up for it, and he was very nervous, and as he picked the dice, he tossed them all over the place: "Two thousand, pass the bet." ”

This time Hopkins didn't drop the chips. Some hesitated, but still placed a no-pass or pass-to-pass bet.

The overly nervous thrower first threw a five-five (he almost "hit the bricks" by sending the dice into chips. did not touch the inner wall), the final result did not belong to the seven, eleven (through the note), nor to the two, three, twelve (through the note), the dealer moved quickly to make a marker on the five, the man had a chance to continue throwing, and before his second throw, Hopkins made five thousand on nine.

The thrower threw the dice a second time, and the sieve hit the inner wall and then stopped whirling, this time six. He still has a chance.

This time the thrower threw four consecutive throws to throw a seven (i.e., the drop point), and there was no five, but he threw a nine on the penultimate and Hopkins won. People watched with envy as the dealer pitched a pure gold chip to Hopkins.

Hopkins was as good as ever at the craps table, and he didn't lose without a loss. But the calculation is still that the winning side is greater than the losing side. When it was his turn to be the thrower, almost all the gamblers gathered around the craps table were vaguely excited, convinced that he would also be a "good arm" (referring to someone who was good at throwing dice).

Hopkins lived up to his expectations, throwing a seven the first time, an eleven the second time it was his turn to be a thrower, both numbers were instant wins, and in the third round, half of the gamblers gave up their chance to be a thrower so that the "good arm" could roll his two glittering dice as soon as possible.

The third time Hopkins didn't pass or didn't pass, he first threw a nine, and then put down ten gold chips in one go, and the dice announced the number loudly to the people, and used the opportunity to stir up other gamblers to make additional bets, Hopkins threw a five on the second throw, and the people sighed softly, but there was still a chance - he made two more bets, a three, a four, and Hopkins added another bet, and now twenty gold chips, as long as he could roll a nine, He will get forty.

Unfortunately, his fourth throw was a seven.

The chips were quickly taken away, the gamblers complained, the kind guy tapped Hopkins on the shoulder as a comfort, the waiter brought just the right amount of cold champagne, Hopkins looked quite calm, and without saying a word he stepped back to the next one and let the other man roll the dice.

He became a bit conservative, and several times in a row, he only made a standard bet of five hundred to a thousand dollars, and luck seemed to come back, and he won twice, but when he tried to raise the ante, Lady Luck drifted away again, and he lost, and at the same time, the female companion he brought with him also lost, and soon there was no more gold in front of them.

This is also a common situation in casinos, where other gamblers observe for a while and realize that their "new friends" are indeed exhausted, so they scatter in groups - they have already won several times with the help of Hopkins, and now it is time to stay away from bad luck.

"I feel a little weird." Beelzebub said that if the dice were in someone else's hands, it would be in Hopkins' hands — he didn't think the man would be able to roll the numbers he wanted.

"It's normal to have wins and losses." Sasha said that he pulled Beelzebub to the craps table where two or three seats were vacant, and took out the chips Catherine had given them from his coat pocket.

Hopkins winked at them, and before the new round of tossing began, he raised his hand, and in less than a minute, new chips arrived, shining brightly, a total of a hundred gold-colored chips.

For the next two hours, the huge chips flowed like a stream of gold, one to Hopkins' pocket, the other to the dealer's pocket, and on several occasions, Hopkins won and lost more than a million dollars. But in the end, when he got up from the craps table, he still won more than 100,000 yuan.

Catherine and the two boys had very few chips in their hands - the boys were careless, and Catherine was always working against Hopkins, especially when Hopkins was a thrower, and on several occasions she made too big bets.

"What's next?" Hopkins asked the two boys, "Blackjack or Pai Gow?" ”

"I think Baccarat is more interesting and sexual." Their conversation was interrupted by a voice that suddenly 'interjected', it was low and a little hoarse, although it was spoken in the lingua franca of the Western Continent, but the tongue was thick, like someone had stuffed a whole piece of "milk" cheese into their mouths, an accent that only people in the far north could have.

Hopkins straightened up his body, which had only bowed slightly in questioning, and he turned around and saw Ivan? Sergeyevich.

(To be continued)

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