From the name, Bakuto is a Japanese-themed casino.

Ryan parked his car nearby, and he glanced up at the building in amazement. The architects perfectly replicated an oriental pagoda, the size of a shopping mall; A red carpet leads to a gorgeous golden gate with the casino's name on it. Crowds of gamblers walked in, some dressed in traditional Asian costumes, such as cheongsam, others in tuxedos and expensive robes. Of course, no one can be as stylish as Quicksave's own gorgeous outfits, but Ge

OME gave them a score for trying.

The staff even dressed the bodyguards as samurai and wore armor made by low-level geniuses. They looked almost like feudal armor, but were heavier and bound by flex circuits rather than clothing fabrics. Very nice design, especially the stained glass visor. Ryan wondered if they had a lightsaber match.

"No weapons are allowed," said one of the bodyguards, who was checking on Ryan with a compatriot. Due to their armor, they are all at least one head taller than the genome. They immediately found the throwing knife hidden in his sleeve and then thoroughly examined him.

It took them a few minutes to find most of his stuff.

"Twenty-five throwing knives, two gun pistols, including a gun, an energy pistol, a grenade, a switchblade, a buzzer, and......" The bodyguard frowned, grabbing a small metal ball the size of a baseball. Is that a bomb?"

"Yes," Ryan replied. "Genius" technology.

"IMP?

"Thermonuclear."

The bodyguard laughed happily until he realized that Ryan was serious. Then he exchanged glances with his companions, and they both put their hands on the sabers on their belts.

"You put a weapon in your back pocket?" The guard shook the device in Ryan's face.

"It's just to dissuade!" The messenger replied with his fingers crossed. "I swear by Korea!"

The bodyguard was silent for a moment, then touched his helmet and whispered something Ryan couldn't hear. There is no doubt that he is contacting his manager.

"You can get your ...... back when you're done Stuff," the bodyguard said, putting his weapon in a bag. "But one wrong move, and the bomb will find its way out in another A-class place. Got it?"

"Yes, sir!" Ryan replied, and he walked into the casino like a child.

He immediately found himself walking down a hallway filled with pinball, a strange Japanese slot machine; The gamblers toiled on them, enslaved by their otherworldly powers. This scene reminds Ryan of the four loops he had obsessed with these machines before he got bored.

Ah, homesickness.

A few steps later, Rya

Entered the main gambling hall with a mix of Japanese art design and Western gambling entertainment. The wheels of the roulette wheel and the 21 table are placed side by side, and they even have a sumo arena next to the sushi bar. The elevator in the center leads to the higher floors, each of which may cater to different tastes.

A huge screen above the sushi restaurant displays promotional images of the Colosseum in New Rome, and a Tyrannosaurus rex roars over the Colosseum grounds amid the cheers of the crowd. A sound made the game intense.

"This mutant dinosaur was cloned from ancient times and improved to fight in the Colosseum!" Maximus! If the dinosaurs can't do it, our robots will!" The screen has changed from a Jurassic Park advertisement to a humanoid machine from an old Japanese anime. "Directly from our weapons development program, Dy

AMIS introduces you to the giant fighter Ma

To fight the deadliest psychopaths and predators, this killing machine will keep you on your toes! Will any player be able to defeat these bloodthirsty monsters? You'll see it in tonight's Colosseum...... Only in Dinami!"

Ryan noticed a smaller screen showing odds betting on who would survive or whether the Tyrannosaurus rex would eat them all in the first round. For some inexplicable reason, most people thought that the dinosaurs would have won overwhelmingly.

Ryan walked over to the roulette table near the sushi restaurant and immediately began to place bets, tossing piles of euro bills on the table.

A man asked Ryan if his clothes were jingling long before he called the courier.

The guy also wears samurai armor, but in a blue, smoother, almost tight-fitting one. Instead of a faceless glass visor, his helmet was in the shape of a black demon mask, and Ryan could see the black eyes and mouth underneath. The bodyguards nodded to him in respect, and many people stayed away from him. Yes, obviously the genome.

"Really?" Rui asked with an innocent look.

"You don't have the ability to foresee, do you?" The man asked, crossing his arms. "Because if you do, I'm going to have to kick you out. We don't allow the blue genome to be involved. ”

"Foresight? The Courier shook his head. "No, of course not. I'm violet. ”

The classification of the genome depends on the color of the elixir that gives them power. Blue focuses on information manipulation, from precognition to infohazards, while purple has abilities related to time and space.

"So you can't snoop into other timelines or deceptions like this?" The samurai asked. "Or turn back time and send a message to your past self?"

"But if I could turn back time and erase this conversation so that it never happened, would you still exist?" Or are you just a simulacrum of my feverish thoughts?"

The samurai man just decided to watch, trying to make sense of the terrible existential puzzle that Quicksave had just thrown in his face.

In the end, the messenger spent $30,000, but he memorized the numbers of the roulette wheel and the name of the winning gladiator in order to cycle later. Oddly enough, while the dinosaur won, there was one firecracker that managed to make it to the end.

"Well, you're certainly not a prophet," said the samurai, who served as his guardian throughout Ryan's gambling spree. "I think you should slow down, though. At this point, you're basically burning money. ”

"I'm sorry, what's your name?" Ryan finally asks him about the mysterious samurai overseer.

"I'm Za

bato。 I am a believer in Augustus. ”

"Are you Japanese?" Because you don't sound like Japanese. ”

"No," he replied, confused by the question. "I'm Italian."

"Your supervillain's name is Zambato, but you're not Japanese?" Damn forgery.

"I'm not a supervillain," the man protested, clearly missing the point. "But my girlfriend is Korean."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Ryan said breathlessly. "That's great!"

"Thank you," the man replied with a smile. "I hope to marry her as soon as possible. I'm curious, why did you come to us? I heard that Waven gave you a chance too. ”

"You won," Ryan replied bluntly.

Zambato laughed, thinking it was funny. He placed a hand on Quicksave's shoulder, quickly encroaching on Quicksave's private space. "I'll ask you for a drink."

The wannabe samurai invites Ryan to the sushi bar, Ryan orders tea, and he drinks beer. The bodyguards put a security fence around them to give them some privacy.

"The ghoul fled." Zambato told Hurry Up. "One of the moles in the private security bureau told us that his friends probably rescued him with internal help. I know that madman, he's coming to you soon. I think you should know. ”

Ryan gasped and promised to inform Wynven that the ghoul's friends would save him the next time he saved someone. "Are you telling me that private security companies are corrupt?" I'll never know!"

"These ordinary employees are underpaid, so some ...... Willing to negotiate. And their elite team, especially those for Dy

There aren't so many people who work for AMIS executives. Zambato took a sip of his beer. We know you have quite a lot of ability, but you did a great job approaching us. I always say it's safe to be overcrowded. ”

"You know I'm immortal, right?" Ryan asked. "But I didn't tell anyone!"

"Are you immortal?" Zambato's eyebrows raised. "You're not going to die?"

"I think I could, but I never made it."

Zambato's pause, not knowing how to answer. "Well, we know you can stop time for a while, that's your main ability." The man said. "How much do you know about us now?"

"You are the biggest supervillain organization in Italy, and your boss is invincible."

"We're not ......," Zambator sighed. We are a society centered on family and interests, with honorable men and women. Not a super-badass. This is the label that "millionaires" put on us, because we are not sellers of businesses, we build houses, churches and hospitals for the poor. We're good for the community. ”

"Your medicine is good for the heart, too," Ryan said with a blank face. "But your weapons are better."

"It's not illegal," Zambatoto replied, and it's true, because there is no real government right now. "We have to fund ourselves. I tell you, in the place where we rule, everything is peaceful, and the people feel safe. No looters snatching your stuff, no madmen running around. When Augustus occupies Italy, he will, you will not recognize our country. Just like before the war. ”

This guy sounds convinced, too. However, he seems too young to shout out "the good old days".

"Oh, and do you have anything to do with children?" Ryan asked. "Because I'm flexible, but if I find out you've done anything that's reprehensible to teens and below, then we're in trouble."

Zambato's mouth contorted into an expression of absolute disgust. "We don't even sell Bliss to minors," he said. "We are not barbarians. Not like superpowers. Anyway, do you know how our company works? Because if you want to join us, you have to submit to the hierarchy. ”

"I'm a free man," Ryan said. "I just wanted to get a friend to help me."

"Oh? This seems to have surprised the genome. He must have thought Ryan was a man who only made money. "Who?"

"Her name is Ryan. Black-haired, blue-eyed, Marxist-Leninist. ”

"Do you have a picture?" Ryan shook his head. "Is she your girlfriend?"

"No, just my best friend. I looked for her for several years until a client wanted to pay me for the technology she made. He said it came from New Rome. ”

"Technology. She's a genius?" Zambato finished his beer and pondered the message. "Well, listen, if you care about her, we'll help you find her. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. ”

Ryan is acceptable. Once he has the information, he can start a new cycle and go straight to Ryan without having to put the horse's head on someone else's bed. "What's the busy?"

"We need muscle," Zambato said. "There's a new problem in New Rome called Meta-Ga

g。 They are all insane. ”

"I know them," Ryan replied. "There was a skirmish with them a few years ago, when they were young."

The ghouls didn't join them, but they were already vicious bastards.

Ryan couldn't blame them either. The human body can only withstand one elixir, even if it is a counterfeit. The combination of these two forces makes the genetic code unstable, often driving the recipient insane. Of course, they gain an additional ability – no one has more than two abilities as far as Ryan knows – but they need regular injections of elixir to stabilize their bodies. These genetic mutants have a well-deserved nickname: psychopathy.

You'd think people knew better. But the thought of a special case like Augustus, who had acquired two evil powers without any ill effects, always drove fools to try their luck.

"Long story short, these addicts have recently started to make their way into our turf, especially in northern neighborhoods," Zambato explained, cheers erupting behind them. Ryan glanced behind him and noticed that a new Colosseum battle had begun on television. "They attacked our people, we fought back, and now they attack our partners and suppliers, like Re

esco。 ”

"You can't ......," Ryan mimicked the decapitation motion. You know ......."

"Yes, we can, but now they're just nasty stuff, and the boss wants our groomsmen to focus on more important things." Zambato asked for another beer. "And what do you say?" Help us beat up a few mutants and get your woman?"

"Oh, business". Ryan clasped his hands together. "How many?"

"How many what?"

"How many casualties?" From the name, Bakuto is a Japanese-themed casino.

Ryan parked his car nearby, and he glanced up at the building in amazement. The architects perfectly replicated an oriental pagoda, the size of a shopping mall; A red carpet leads to a gorgeous golden gate with the casino's name on it. Crowds of gamblers walked in, some dressed in traditional Asian costumes, such as cheongsam, others in tuxedos and expensive robes. Of course, no one can be as stylish as Quicksave's own gorgeous outfits, but Ge

OME gave them a score for trying.

The staff even dressed the bodyguards as samurai and wore armor made by low-level geniuses. They looked almost like feudal armor, but were heavier and bound by flex circuits rather than clothing fabrics. Very nice design, especially the stained glass visor. Ryan wondered if they had a lightsaber match.

"No weapons are allowed," said one of the bodyguards, who was checking on Ryan with a compatriot. Due to their armor, they are all at least one head taller than the genome. They immediately found the throwing knife hidden in his sleeve and then thoroughly examined him.

It took them a few minutes to find most of his stuff.

"Twenty-five throwing knives, two gun pistols, including a gun, an energy pistol, a grenade, a switchblade, a buzzer, and......" The bodyguard frowned, grabbing a small metal ball the size of a baseball. Is that a bomb?"

"Yes," Ryan replied. "Genius" technology.

"IMP?

"Thermonuclear."

The bodyguard laughed happily until he realized that Ryan was serious. Then he exchanged glances with his companions, and they both put their hands on the sabers on their belts.

"You put a weapon in your back pocket?" The guard shook the device in Ryan's face.

"It's just to dissuade!" The messenger replied with his fingers crossed. "I swear by Korea!"

The bodyguard was silent for a moment, then touched his helmet and whispered something Ryan couldn't hear. There is no doubt that he is contacting his manager.

"You can get your ...... back when you're done Stuff," the bodyguard said, putting his weapon in a bag. "But one wrong move, and the bomb will find its way out in another A-class place. Got it?"

"Yes, sir!" Ryan replied, and he walked into the casino like a child.

He immediately found himself walking down a hallway filled with pinball, a strange Japanese slot machine; The gamblers toiled on them, enslaved by their otherworldly powers. This scene reminds Ryan of the four loops he had obsessed with these machines before he got bored.

Ah, homesickness.

A few steps later, Rya

Entered the main gambling hall with a mix of Japanese art design and Western gambling entertainment. The wheels of the roulette wheel and the 21 table are placed side by side, and they even have a sumo arena next to the sushi bar. The elevator in the center leads to the higher floors, each of which may cater to different tastes.

A huge screen above the sushi restaurant displays promotional images of the Colosseum in New Rome, and a Tyrannosaurus rex roars over the Colosseum grounds amid the cheers of the crowd. A sound made the game intense.

"This mutant dinosaur was cloned from ancient times and improved to fight in the Colosseum!" Maximus! If the dinosaurs can't do it, our robots will!" The screen has changed from a Jurassic Park advertisement to a humanoid machine from an old Japanese anime. "Directly from our weapons development program, Dy

AMIS introduces you to the giant fighter Ma

To fight the deadliest psychopaths and predators, this killing machine will keep you on your toes! Will any player be able to defeat these bloodthirsty monsters? You'll see it in tonight's Colosseum...... Only in Dinami!"

Ryan noticed a smaller screen showing odds betting on who would survive or whether the Tyrannosaurus rex would eat them all in the first round. For some inexplicable reason, most people thought that the dinosaurs would have won overwhelmingly.

Ryan walked over to the roulette table near the sushi restaurant and immediately began to place bets, tossing piles of euro bills on the table.

A man asked Ryan if his clothes were jingling long before he called the courier.

The guy also wears samurai armor, but in a blue, smoother, almost tight-fitting one. Instead of a faceless glass visor, his helmet was in the shape of a black demon mask, and Ryan could see the black eyes and mouth underneath. The bodyguards nodded to him in respect, and many people stayed away from him. Yes, obviously the genome.

"Really?" Rui asked with an innocent look.

"You don't have the ability to foresee, do you?" The man asked, crossing his arms. "Because if you do, I'm going to have to kick you out. We don't allow the blue genome to be involved. ”

"Foresight? The Courier shook his head. "No, of course not. I'm violet. ”

The classification of the genome depends on the color of the elixir that gives them power. Blue focuses on information manipulation, from precognition to infohazards, while purple has abilities related to time and space.

"So you can't snoop into other timelines or deceptions like this?" The samurai asked. "Or turn back time and send a message to your past self?"

"But if I could turn back time and erase this conversation so that it never happened, would you still exist?" Or are you just a simulacrum of my feverish thoughts?"

The samurai man just decided to watch, trying to make sense of the terrible existential puzzle that Quicksave had just thrown in his face.

In the end, the messenger spent $30,000, but he memorized the numbers of the roulette wheel and the name of the winning gladiator in order to cycle later. Oddly enough, while the dinosaur won, there was one firecracker that managed to make it to the end.

"Well, you're certainly not a prophet," said the samurai, who served as his guardian throughout Ryan's gambling spree. "I think you should slow down, though. At this point, you're basically burning money. ”

"I'm sorry, what's your name?" Ryan finally asks him about the mysterious samurai overseer.

"I'm Za

bato。 I am a believer in Augustus. ”

"Are you Japanese?" Because you don't sound like Japanese. ”

"No," he replied, confused by the question. "I'm Italian."

"Your supervillain's name is Zambato, but you're not Japanese?" Damn forgery.

"I'm not a supervillain," the man protested, clearly missing the point. "But my girlfriend is Korean."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Ryan said breathlessly. "That's great!"

"Thank you," the man replied with a smile. "I hope to marry her as soon as possible. I'm curious, why did you come to us? I heard that Waven gave you a chance too. ”

"You won," Ryan replied bluntly.

Zambato laughed, thinking it was funny. He placed a hand on Quicksave's shoulder, quickly encroaching on Quicksave's private space. "I'll ask you for a drink."

The wannabe samurai invites Ryan to the sushi bar, Ryan orders tea, and he drinks beer. The bodyguards put a security fence around them to give them some privacy.

"The ghoul fled." Zambato told Hurry Up. "One of the moles in the private security bureau told us that his friends probably rescued him with internal help. I know that madman, he's coming to you soon. I think you should know. ”

Ryan gasped and promised to inform Wynven that the ghoul's friends would save him the next time he saved someone. "Are you telling me that private security companies are corrupt?" I'll never know!"

"These ordinary employees are underpaid, so some ...... Willing to negotiate. And their elite team, especially those for Dy

There aren't so many people who work for AMIS executives. Zambato took a sip of his beer. We know you have quite a lot of ability, but you did a great job approaching us. I always say it's safe to be overcrowded. ”

"You know I'm immortal, right?" Ryan asked. "But I didn't tell anyone!"

"Are you immortal?" Zambato's eyebrows raised. "You're not going to die?"

"I think I could, but I never made it."

Zambato's pause, not knowing how to answer. "Well, we know you can stop time for a while, that's your main ability." The man said. "How much do you know about us now?"

"You are the biggest supervillain organization in Italy, and your boss is invincible."

"We're not ......," Zambator sighed. We are a society centered on family and interests, with honorable men and women. Not a super-badass. This is the label that "millionaires" put on us, because we are not sellers of businesses, we build houses, churches and hospitals for the poor. We're good for the community. ”

"Your medicine is good for the heart, too," Ryan said with a blank face. "But your weapons are better."

"It's not illegal," Zambatoto replied, and it's true, because there is no real government right now. "We have to fund ourselves. I tell you, in the place where we rule, everything is peaceful, and the people feel safe. No looters snatching your stuff, no madmen running around. When Augustus occupies Italy, he will, you will not recognize our country. Just like before the war. ”

This guy sounds convinced, too. However, he seems too young to shout out "the good old days".

"Oh, and do you have anything to do with children?" Ryan asked. "Because I'm flexible, but if I find out you've done anything that's reprehensible to teens and below, then we're in trouble."

Zambato's mouth contorted into an expression of absolute disgust. "We don't even sell Bliss to minors," he said. "We are not barbarians. Not like superpowers. Anyway, do you know how our company works? Because if you want to join us, you have to submit to the hierarchy. ”

"I'm a free man," Ryan said. "I just wanted to get a friend to help me."

"Oh? This seems to have surprised the genome. He must have thought Ryan was a man who only made money. "Who?"

"Her name is Ryan. Black-haired, blue-eyed, Marxist-Leninist. ”

"Do you have a picture?" Ryan shook his head. "Is she your girlfriend?"

"No, just my best friend. I looked for her for several years until a client wanted to pay me for the technology she made. He said it came from New Rome. ”

"Technology. She's a genius?" Zambato finished his beer and pondered the message. "Well, listen, if you care about her, we'll help you find her. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. ”

Ryan is acceptable. Once he has the information, he can start a new cycle and go straight to Ryan without having to put the horse's head on someone else's bed. "What's the busy?"

"We need muscle," Zambato said. "There's a new problem in New Rome called Meta-Ga

g。 They are all insane. ”

"I know them," Ryan replied. "There was a skirmish with them a few years ago, when they were young."

The ghouls didn't join them, but they were already vicious bastards.

Ryan couldn't blame them either. The human body can only withstand one elixir, even if it is a counterfeit. The combination of these two forces makes the genetic code unstable, often driving the recipient insane. Of course, they gain an additional ability – no one has more than two abilities as far as Ryan knows – but they need regular injections of elixir to stabilize their bodies. These genetic mutants have a well-deserved nickname: psychopathy.

You'd think people knew better. But the thought of a special case like Augustus, who had acquired two evil powers without any ill effects, always drove fools to try their luck.

"Long story short, these addicts have recently started to make their way into our turf, especially in northern neighborhoods," Zambato explained, cheers erupting behind them. Ryan glanced behind him and noticed that a new Colosseum battle had begun on television. "They attacked our people, we fought back, and now they attack our partners and suppliers, like Re

esco。 ”

"You can't ......," Ryan mimicked the decapitation motion. You know ......."

"Yes, we can, but now they're just nasty stuff, and the boss wants our groomsmen to focus on more important things." Zambato asked for another beer. "And what do you say?" Help us beat up a few mutants and get your woman?"

"Oh, business". Ryan clasped his hands together. "How many?"

"How many what?"

"How many casualties?"