The air seemed to have been baked by a blazing flame, dry with almost no moisture. The vast plains are scattered with sparse vegetation, with only a large number of stones and earth piled up on the surface of the land. Even if there are occasional oases, they are as few as islands in the sea, and it really seems like a cruel place of life.

The climate is hot and water-scarce, and the desert and the Gobi have taken over the land, and there are no herds of plants and animals living here. If you really talk about it, maybe two hundred years ago it was really a place where there was nothing, and everyone had to hide in the middle of nowhere. But since the gambling industry flourished here, it has been far from the cruelty of life, and all that remains is money, beauty, power, and the deepest desires of the soul.

This is the federal state of Nevada, the most cosmopolitan city, Las Vegas. There is no shortage of lights and shadows in the urban buildings here, countless delicacies from all over the world have gathered here, and countless beautiful women have been shown to be charming here because of the jingling gold coins. There are also those wandering travelers, waiting for their unknown fate, but they are not tired of it.

The secret of Las Vegas is that a poor man with only one dollar can become a rich man with millions of dollars in a matter of seconds, and enjoy heavenly enjoyment. It can also turn multimillionaires with several factories and companies into street homeless people who have nothing. No one can refuse the thrill of going from hell to heaven and then from heaven to hell, the adrenaline rush, the thrill of deciding everything in seconds, even if you put your soul into it as a bargaining chip.

"Desire is the greatest original sin of human beings, and as long as there is desire, then human beings will be so depraved."

Slowly shaking the red wine glass. Mr. House stood behind the hard tempered glass, his slightly wrinkled face expressionless, but he looked like a king in control. In fact, in Las Vegas, Mr. House is indeed the supreme king, and his words are far more effective than the notice of the United States Federation. Everyone in Las Vegas knows this, even in the bot program. Mr. House's supreme directives have been implicitly written.

Mars also knows this very well, although he is a middle-level elite of the Enclave organization, he belongs to the rank of lieutenant colonel, but in front of this Mr. House, he is still nothing. Mr. House, who controls all of Las Vegas, is the king here, and even the Enclave can't fully penetrate the power he has.

"No one can resist the charm of Las Vegas."

Sitting in a soft leather seat, Mars also holds a glass of red wine as red as blood in his hand. He slowly lowered his head and took a sip, while hiding the slight envy in his eyes in this action, feeling the slightly sour liquid in his mouth gradually become sweet. I couldn't help but swallow it slowly, and after tasting it for a while, I raised my head and said with satisfaction: "It's like this glass of red wine that has been treasured for 63 years, this taste is really fascinating." ”

Mars gently shook the wine glass in his hand, and two-fifths of the red liquid swayed slightly with his hand, but it became more and more dazzling in the transparent glass wall. But looking at the crystal clear appearance of this goblet, he couldn't help but sigh slowly and said, "It's really luxurious." ”

"Remember this was three years ago, eh, or two years ago? A guy who seems to be very rich and stayed here after losing everything. ”

Mr. House seemed to be very complacent with his praise and emotion for Mars. Slightly puffed out his chest and stood at the top of this fifty-three story building. He's always in high spirits. Taking a sip of the red wine in the glass, Mr. House also looked at the crystal clear goblet and smiled: "These are two wine glasses carved from a whole crystal, and the current market price is about three million dollars." As he spoke, he paused slightly, and thought seriously for a while before continuing: "This type of crystal. It should be worth three million two hundred and fifty thousand prices. ”

"The price is amazing."

A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Mars looked at the crystal clear crystal cup in his hand, but could only shake his head slowly. The whole natural crystal cup is carved into a modern shape by dexterous craftsmen, and it is no longer the value brought by money, but it is a work of art worthy of admiration.

But now he is so casually carrying wine in his hands. It already made Mars feel extremely luxurious. Not to mention the price of 3.25 million, based on his current savings and salary, even if it is a fraction of the 250,000 US dollars, it is estimated that it will take more than ten years to calculate. And Mars also knew that the so-called three million two hundred and fifty thousand might only be the price of an impromptu dinner for Mr. House in front of him.

"Mr. Mars, if you like red wine, I think I can give you this set of glasses."

Mr. House looked pleased, and he turned slowly, holding the glass of wine elegantly in his hand, which, though slightly wrinkled, was like the vicissitudes of time on his face, adding to the charm. Reaching out and raising the crystal glass, Mr. House took a sip of wine, then took a faint sip of wine, smiled and nodded to Mars, "It's nothing, just a little gift from friends." ”

"A small gift?" The envy in Mars's eyes flashed, but the smile on the corner of his mouth also brought a hint of self-deprecation. Slowly shaking his head, he gently looked up at Mr. House in front of him, put down the crystal goblet in his hand, and said with emotion in his tone: "This is worth more than ten years of my salary." ”

"But for me, it's really nothing."

Smiling slowly, Mr. House shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. He moved his steps slightly, came to Mars and sat down on the sofa opposite, slowly crossed his legs, and lay comfortably in this soft sofa with a wine glass, as if quite satisfied, closed his eyes and exclaimed: "I still remember when I was young, three million two hundred and fifty thousand was almost a god can have. ”

"And now?" Mars smiled, but did not deny Mr. House's words. Subconsciously took a sip of the wine that had been cellared for more than sixty years, and the sweet and astringent taste occupied his mouth again, and he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "I have to say, Mr. House, money is just a number for you." ”

"Of course, so if I give away something I don't care about, it doesn't constitute the so-called crime of bribery, does it?"

A hearty laugh came out of Mr. House's mouth, and he was quite in agreement with Mars's words, and even couldn't help but gently put down the crystal cup in his hand and slowly slapped his palm twice. There were only two of them in the room, and Mr. House's laughter had slowly stopped, and he sat up straight on the sofa, looking at Mars with a very serious face, and said softly, "I don't know what the Enclave can give you." But I know I can't give you anything but money. ”

His voice was flat and seemed slightly hoarse. But in Mars's ears it was like the devil's bewitchment, and his hand holding the glass slowly trembled. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his gaze crossed Mr. House, and looked at the slow wall behind him, but his face was glazed: "God" He let out a long moan, "That's"

"It's a gift from the country of gold."

Mr. House's words followed his words, and his hand slapped lightly twice, and then it seemed to give some command, and a golden light instantly appeared behind him, making him feel as if he was covered in a golden coat. And he looked at the sluggishness on Mars's face in front of him, and the corners of his mouth finally brought a smile: "This is your country, Mars." ”

Behind him, among the slowly rising walls, layers of gold bricks were neatly arranged, illuminated by the dazzling light, and the reflected golden light could almost dazzle everyone's eyes. In the face of that golden dazzling light, Mars was already deeply immersed in it, trembling his lips and unable to finish his words.

"I only need one person, a responsible person to help me say something reasonable in the Enclave."

With two more slaps of his palm, the originally raised wall descended again, obscuring all the dazzling golden gadgets. Mr. House looked at Mars's lost face, a smile on his lips, and a gentle clapping of his palms, and a dexterous robot rolled its wheel, carrying a tray covered with velvet.

Mars swallowed slightly, he seemed to notice something, and the velvet that had been lifted by the robot had already said what he was thinking. It is a beautiful, well-made, extremely beautiful small gold brick. And Mr. House's words appeared in front of him: "It's just a small deposit, and it's definitely not for you to betray the Enclave. ”

"Enclave?"

His teeth clenched slightly, and Mars's hand that had been holding the crystal cup slowly lowered. Taking a deep breath, he gently closed his eyes as if he had realized something. Without waiting for three or five seconds, he reopened his eyes and looked at Mr. House, but his hand was on the gold brick, and he smiled softly: "Mr. House, you are really a generous friend. ”

PS: Speaking of which, after next month, I will start working the codeword. Ahem, because there is a full attendance award next month, how to say that it has to be two shifts a day, otherwise it is a tragedy that the full attendance award is not available. How can we say that it is also a person who eats by the full attendance award, so if nothing else, thank you for your support. Of course, if next month, everyone thinks this book is well written, can you vote for some monthly tickets, I now have 35,000 manuscripts, cough cough, every time you add twenty monthly tickets or someone rewards 1888, I will add a more one, I hope you will support me that~

(To be continued.) )