Chapter 174 Las Vegas (5)

"It's unbelievably good luck." ** muttered, his fingers gently rubbing the edges of his top, he couldn't help but do it whenever he was nervous or in trouble, this is a bad old "hair", Sean. Battier reminded him several times. The lanterns on the top of the Mac machine were still spinning, and some gamblers stood up from behind the machine to look curiously, and the outlets were still spitting out black chips, and twenty or thirty chips had spilled out of the coin cups and fell on the carpet.

"What's wrong with him?"

"It's a bit of a hassle." Sasha turned his head to look around, "What do you think of that?" Beelzebub followed his line of sight, and it was an old man with a ruddy face, just behind them, a snow-white roll coming out from under the red baseball cap, and the blue eyes were wide open, staring at the coin outlet that was constantly pouring out chips, and he saw Sasha, and immediately gave a thumbs up.

Sasha beckoned to him, and the old gentleman tilted his head in confusion, but walked over anyway, carefully bypassing the area strewn around the chips as he approached.

"How's your luck today?"

"Not very well," he said, opening his pocket, "fifty dollars, it's all gone, I'm about to go get something to eat." ”

"You're not playing?"

The old gentleman shrugged his shoulders, "I'm just a tourist," he winked at Sasha mysteriously, "I've put the casino on my last day, and I've bought my return ticket, and I'm supposed to go home in four hours." He looked at the cup full of black chips again with a little envy: "I set a quota for myself, and I only brought fifty yuan in cash, if I win, I will go eat Alaskan frozen crab, if I lose, I will eat a hot dog, the hot dog here also tastes very good." For children, the amount is sufficient, the taste is good, and the price is cheap.

"I think there's still a chance you'll get frozen crabs." Sasha said, he blinked, "Didn't you pull two jacks?" ”

The blue eyes widened.

"Let's do each other a favor." Sasha said, "I'm not twenty-one years old. He grimaced, "That is, under the legal age to enter the casino to play, these two Jack Treasure casinos have the right not to cash me out." He leaned down and grabbed a handful of black chips from the coin cup, "That's all I need — I just wanted to eat a frozen crab." ”

The old gentleman opened his mouth wide: "But ......" He glanced at the cup that could still be said to be full for the third time: "This." Will the casino allow it? ”

"It's okay if no one finds out." Sasha took it for granted that although the casino owner's deputy was standing next to him, and they had surveillance cameras up and down, left, right, and right, he knew that whether it was **, or Sean. Battier would not have allowed anyone else to debunk this improvised hoax.

Paradise Palace Casino has always prided itself on being honest and trustworthy. Law-abiding managers, dealers, dealers and even entertainers patrolling casinos are careful not to let young men and women who appear to be under twenty-one years of age come near any of the tables, but the latter have the right to roam the casino at will. The number of Macs, which account for almost a third of the casino's total revenue, is always staggering, and in many cases they are arranged in groups of several people, and the tall machines can almost cover a person tightly. Placing bets is simple and quick, except for exchanging chips. You don't need help – so in many cases, even if a manager sees a minor...... Well, what he's doing, he'll act like he can't see. Of course, he'll alert the others, and if the little guy goes too far, he'll be "reminded" too.

Sasha. Hopkins is not lying, there is indeed a rule in Las Vegas law that it is illegal for minors to gamble here, and not only can he not take the money he has won. There may also be fines.

**The initial hesitation was precisely because of this, he originally just wanted to take the two boys to play casually, but he didn't expect them to be able to pull two jacks. He was quite worried about the sand just now. Hopkins and Beelzebub. Bisandi insisted on taking the money they had won—two Jacks were about three thousand five hundred dollars, which was not at all comparable to Sean. Battier gave two rolls of chips, but ** worked in the casino for a few years, and saw too many of the ugly appearance of the wealthy customers who were obsessed with a few black or red "color" chips and even lost their temper - getting something for nothing is one of the most popular things in humans, and at the same time, the sudden flight away of a boiled duck will make them even more angry.

Each guest who pulls in the jack will be registered by a special person, and his name will appear in the most prominent place on the Mac. Some gamblers will run over and shake hands with them for good luck, as well as photos, and if they wish, their photos will be placed on the Paradise Palace casino website – although the sand will be scattered. Hopkins and Beelzebub. He is taller and stronger than his peers. It is difficult to see the irritability and frivolity peculiar to young people between actions and words, but as long as they have eyes. Anyone could tell that they were definitely just two minors.

It is possible to recruit other managers to forcibly remove them as soon as possible, the problem is that this practice will undoubtedly anger the two boys. So, Sean. What Mr. Battier gave him was a mess...... At least half of it.

He now felt that he was even luckier than the old man who had been hit by an accidental pie split, and before he could offer a solution, the boys had taken care of all the problems - and at the old gentleman's insistence, Beelzebub grabbed a handful of chips.

The whole thing ended just in time, because just after Hopkins had swapped places with Bisandi and the lucky old gentleman, it was only about a minute or so that a redhead who had never been able to make ** feel comfortable appeared in their field of vision.

"Red-haired Judas", a green-eyed rival.

***

"Hopkins, I need your help."

Sean. "Somebody is making money out of my casino without knowing it, and I'm losing millions every month for seven months in a row, and I'm having to pay out of my own pocket for the first half of the shareholder dividends — you know, I can't let them know that the casino has gone awry — but it's a trick that can only be played once or twice, and the losses are going on, and they're going to notice it sooner or later," Battier said. ”

"What's wrong with these cute little instruments?" Hopkins said, his head down, the screen at his feet casting bells and whistles on his skinny face: "I remember you had other ways — whatever the table." As long as you lose more than 100,000 dollars a month, you will fire everyone involved and start over. ”

"I've done that, I've even changed more than three stubble dealers on a table in these seven months, and it's useless, it's not useful at all," Sean. Battier pointed to a screen in front of the desk with his toes: "Look at this desk, it originally earned me 500,000 yuan a month, and the highest month exceeded 1.2 million yuan, but during this time. In total, it only received two hundred thousand yuan in chips. ”

"Well, somebody is making trouble for you," Hopkins said, "I think you tried to find that person, and I remember you kept a record of every person who was able to poach more than $10,000 from Heavenly Palace." ”

"That's right," Sean. Battier: "Ivan? Sergeyevich, an outsider. ”

"A gangster." Hopkins stares at the freeze-frame image: "People call him Blue Shoulder Ivan, and his shoulders are tattooed with navy blue and dark blue tattoos. I used to have a female patient who was his mistress, and she had a phobia of blue "color". But my dear, the organization he belongs to is far from here, there is no doubt about it. There is still some distance. ”

"It doesn't seem that far away now." Sean. Battier sticks out his tongue, it's a universal one. Actions that express contempt and disgust: "For two months in a row, he wandered around the heavenly palace, roulette, blackjack, baccarat, dice...... With the exception of Mac, where he won more than 60 percent, he exchanged cash for chips, then exchanged them for cash, and finally deposited the cash into a secret private account. ”

"How much?"

"Around 200,000 yuan a day, I guess he's laundering money."

"You're getting people to stare at him?" Hopkins wriggled his fingers: "He really didn't play any tricks?" I mean—cheating? I mean, cameras, laptops, and all that sort of thing, technology now allows an ordinary person to become a literal Mercury (in Roman mythology he was Jupiter and the goddess Maia).

"I've had someone check," Sean said with a gloomy expression, "I've had people come close to him with the kind of device that shakes desperately when they touch an electronic device, no, nothing, I've searched his luggage, installed hidden surveillance probes in his bathroom, and found two beautiful women to trick him." ”

"Did he find out?"

"Found it." Sean. Battier replied unhappily: "The next day he won 540,000 yuan, and when it came time to exchange cash, he stripped naked in front of everyone and then 'peed' on the chips." ”

"It's a shame. Las Vegas law has never prohibited "naked" and "exposed" in public, as well as "peeing" on chips. Hopkins sympathetically 'fumbled' out of his pocket a box of small-diameter cigars: "A blend of Ecuador and Honduras." Sean, the taste is light. ”

"And peppery and minty notes," said Battier, "and you're a stubborn fellow, and I remember this was the first cigar you asked me to smoke." ”

"It's not the best, but it's the best for me and what I like the most, so there's no need to change anything." The ghoul said slowly, "Say, then, dear Battier, what do you want me to do?" He turned the cigar between his fingers so that the match that Battier lit would light it evenly: "Kill Ivan?" No, no, no, some people do this job, and you don't lack manpower, I know. ”

"I can't just kill him," Sean. "He didn't come by himself, he was given money every day, and he had six or eight guards with him," Battier said. I tried to warn the Las Vegas police chief that there was an Eastern Territory gangster who was laundering money through gambling......" he shrugged, "He's quiet like a bitch who's been 'fucked' too much." He took a deep breath of his brown cigar.

"So......" Hopkins pointed to the ceiling, "and they didn't move?" He was referring to the local gangsters that dominate all of Las Vegas.

"I don't know if 'they' know," Sean. "I don't want them to know that the money I lost before I catch Blue-Shouldered Ivan's tail will only make them kill me first, and then Ivan," Battier said. He was silent for a moment: "I feel like someone is trying to kill me, not just outside, but inside, and I have to dig out that nail that pierces my ass." ”

"So what do you want to do?"

"I'm looking for someone," Sean. Battier bluntly said: "A clever and clever man, help me win back that money, and he can take a tenth of it in return." ”

"Oh." Hopkins said, "Say, I. ”

"That's right," said Battier, cheerfully, "I can hardly wait to see the desperate look of Ivan the Blue Shoulder." ”

"No one can guarantee that they will win every time they gamble." Hopkins said, "And are you sure he's willing to sit down and bet with me?" ”

"Blue-shouldered Ivan is a proud fellow, although he plays everything, the most chips in his pocket come from the blackjack table, and in this regard, he doesn't mind playing with anyone, and he seems to be quite confident in that." "I'm sure you're going to defeat him," Battier said. ”

"Me and Chegalle. It's a little bit more relevant than Sandi," Hopkins said, "and hopefully 'they' won't be too sensitive." ”

"Since they can endure Ivan who makes money from the golden pools of the Heavenly Palace...... Battier pursed his lips, "Naturally, they can also tolerate Chegalle. It's a great position to be a psychiatrist in Bisandi—Blue-shouldered Ivan would be willing to meet you—when he knows you might be tasked with the same task as him. Of course, your gambling money is provided by me, five million, or plus five million. ”

He gazed affectionately at Anthony. Hopkins: "Anthony, we're a great match, and I'm convinced of that. ”

(To be continued)

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