Sean. Battier is a well-dressed, good-looking beautiful man, this traditional casino has never changed since its opening, from the dealer to the dealer, from the manager to the deputy, along with the casino owner, their appearance and figure are more "colorful" than ordinary men, of course, sober mind and cold heart - according to Hopkins, Battier has been in Las Vegas for forty years, and at first he was a homeless little deflated three, living in the sewers, drilling around under the gaming tables, Searching for coins that gamblers had accidentally dropped (there was no such thing as chips at that time), he grew up to be a trotter for the waitress or prostitutes with a sweet mouth and a pleasant face, and was responsible for guarding the door, carrying a coat, making tea or coffee, or sending a message or a warning letter to their favorite guests; Wait for Sean. After Battier's lips grew a beard, he could have become a bartender, an enviable job, safe, easy, clean, and with a lot of beautiful girls, but he politely declined, and he sent a letter and a gift to the medical students of Chapter 172 of the ranking at the time, and he never gave up trying to persuade Hopkins to do it with him, and that gift was always a bargaining chip - five dollars of pure black "color" chips, twenty dollars of pure green "color" chips, fifty dollars of pure yellow "color" chips, and a hundred dollars of pure red "color" chips, Two hundred yuan of pure purple "color" chips, Wu Baiyuan's "milk" white "color" chips with gold edges...... Until Anthony. Hopkins was pursued by the FBI and began his first escape.

Sean. Battier let go of Hopkins and turned to the boys. He stood under the only chandelier in the room, the orange and yellow light gilding the casino owner's face, he had a broad, flat forehead, a raised eyebrow bone and a pair of honey-colored eyes, and the bridge of his nose was a little narrow, but the tip of his nose was so rounded that it made people want to kiss (many women do it). The light brown "color" of the face is unusually similar to that of white coffee, and the light brown "color" hair is elegantly curled, and the beard, sideburns and forehead hair are all cleaned and clean.

"So," he said, holding out his hand as he gazed at the two boys. "Two gentlemen, Hopkins...... And Bisandi. He shook hands with them in turn. His palms are thick and dry, and his strength can be called gentle.

"Maybe you haven't seen me," he said, looking down at Sasha. Hopkins, in his heart, admired the boy's almost palpable beauty: "But I am indeed an old friend of your father, we corresponded with each other for twelve years, and your father was my mentor and friend, and he gave me a lot of excellent advice," he motioned to the children to look at the screen, and the wall of the monitor showed the most lively and flashy part of the casino, the "virtuoso" Mac. Rows and rows, orderly and shiny, the tinkling sound from the top of the thousands of slot machines as they spin, stop, and drop their chips is like a sea of coins, and almost a person sits in front of each machine, men and women, young and old, their facial expressions are extremely uniform, numb and nervous, constantly pulling down the pole and throwing small pieces of plastic. All the movements are mechanical, over and over again, without hesitation, as if they are not throwing chips from hard-earned banknotes. It's something else disgusting and dirty, something that needs to be discarded.

"Every casino has slots." "But I'm the only one who has the best business, and guess why—Sasha, thanks to your father, for his advice, there are 1,200 slot-eating virtuoso Macs, and they're divided into six parts, and each part is connected by a computer, and at some point, they'll become one—that is, once they're hit, they'll spit out not just one machine, but two hundred machines spitting out together, can you imagine?" It was a spectacular sight. ”

"Has anyone really won?" Beelzebub rubbed his fingers.

"Of course, a young man, he won the slot in a ten-ton truck, and his palm print is placed at the entrance to the Apple airport, look, look here," a camera zoomed in, and a delicately crafted display table appeared on the monitor, on which a silver palm was propped up, and the lines, nails, and sweat "hair" on the palm were clearly visible and lifelike, "The palm of a real person is molded upside down, sterling silver and platinum. A lot of people are willing to come and "touch" or give him a kiss," Sean. Battier directs the camera to the other side, and just above this palm, hangs a large colored "color" display, on which the scene of piles of coins suddenly pouring out, pushing the person in front of the machine to the ground—there is an identical vacant display table, silently waiting for the arrival of the second lucky one: "Everyone wants to be the second." Isn't it**? ”

His deputy bowed respectfully: "Yes, everyone wants to be the second." ”

Beelzebub did the math quickly in his mind - 1.4 percent for craps, 1 percent for blackjack, and 5.5 percent for roulette. Fifteen to twenty percent of slot machines. 1,200 machines, open 24 hours a day – he also found that these machines were more frequent than regular slot machines (though not very noticeable), they gave results two to three seconds earlier, and gamblers were more likely to put in coins, and most of them were progressive machines (i.e., the more coins you put in, the higher your chances of winning the jackpot).

"Can't other casinos do that?" Sasha asked.

"No," said Beelzebub this time, "Lucky boy has every casino, but not twelve hundred computer-controlled machines, and it's dangerous to set up such a huge pot - there will be outlaws trying to get their hands on it." In the unlikely event that a casino is willing to lose its reputation or lose its reputation, the casino will have to pay, but in that case, the owner of the casino will be seen as a loser by the shareholders, and he will lose control of the casino, which is dangerous. ”

"Before Battier, no one dared to do that. After Battier, they felt that they had lost the opportunity again. Dr. Hopkins said in the softness to which we were accustomed, "And it's a pretty risky one, Battier, do you think I should try it?" ”

Sean. Battier made an exaggerated look of fear, then laughed with Dr. Hopkins.

"Actually, your father has a lot more good ideas," Sean. Battier blinked mysteriously: "But I suggest you go and see for yourself and feel it, how about it?" He looked at Dr. Hopkins, who nodded to Sasha and Beelzebub, "Go ahead," he said, "Have fun." ”

“**。” Battier shouted, and the deputy immediately stepped forward: "Take our young guest down, take a walk, see, play, or whatever...... Whatever they want, as long as they want and will, I want every request they make to be met," he paused, walked back behind his desk, opened the drawer, and took out two rolls of chips wrapped in brown paper, both of which were 'milk' white 'color' inlaid with gold rim, and he gave each of the two children a roll, "Besides, they can pay for the bills, and the bills will be sent to me." ”

"I think I'll have to say another welcome," the deputy walked up to the two boys, their olive-green eyes twinkling in the light, lustre-glinting, "You can call me **, they all call me **, or green-eyed**." ”

***

"I've been worried about you, my dear friend," Sean. "You could have come to me first, and you thought I was going to stand by while an old friend was wronged?" I also have a lawyer and a door, and I have a police chief and a governor living in my villa. My dear doctor, it takes six months to get rid of the annoying prosecutors, detectives, and policemen - and as a result, you disappear inexplicably, with no phone calls, no letters, and though I still receive your birthday present every year, I can't find you," Battier hugged Anthony. Hopkins' shoulders led him to sit down on the couch, and he sighed decently with indignation and grievance, "I didn't even get to your wedding, I didn't see your wife, and your son, I thought I could be his godfather." ”

"My wife has passed away," Dr. Hopkins said, "and Sasha's godfather is someone else." ”

"Please don't say that you never thought about me," said Battier, pretending to be sad, "and that would make my heart ache." ”

Hopkins looked at him quietly as if he were a naughty child.

Sean. Battier's smile vanished, he lifted his shoulders and pulled a bottle of wine from the small bar hidden behind the couch: "Old Overhold's 'naked' malt whiskey, unadulterated. The "liquid" body of amber "colored" dangled in the cup, one for him and one for Hopkins.

"I'm in a difficult situation." Battier said, "Hopkins, I need your help. He said, pressing the remote control, the velvet canopy on the ceiling slowly opened, and the ground trembled - the black, bright floor gradually lit up, and the noise characteristic of the casino was heard in all directions.

Now it's like they're in one die, and the six inner sides of the dice are covered with displays of the same size.

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)