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Belle Casino, Atlantic City, New Jersey, 2005. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Gary splits the two 10-point face cards into two hands and motions for the dealer to deal cards to both sides.

Tonight, he's won $8,000 in a row. The table where he played "blackjack" was already surrounded by water.

The first card is "Jack", which adds up to exactly twenty points with the original "King".

He waved his hand on the board to indicate that it was all.

At this point, the dealer gives another card to the second hand, four points, for a total of fourteen points.

There was a gasp all around, and the disappointment even surpassed Gary's.

He also motioned for the dealer to give the card, and the card showed three points, seventeen points.

This point is not big or small, very embarrassing, and it is likely to be blown up if you ask for another card, but don't be afraid of not eating people.

Gary had a high and thick stack in front of him, and he turned his head around and asked, with a Texas accent as soon as he opened his mouth: "Everyone help me get an idea, do you want to follow?"

Texan, or Gary learned it from a bull rider. He also deliberately wore a denim outfit today, shirt, cowboy bones, pointed-toe patterned boots, and a black cowboy hat, he was like an authentic old cowboy from Texas who gambled.

A crowd of people immediately coaxed, "Follow!"

Gary rubbed his hands together and said to the dealer in a rough voice, "What are you waiting for?"

The dealer who dealt the cards was a Chinese man with a small head and glasses, wearing a uniform of a white shirt and brown trousers. In fact, there were six gamblers on this stage, three were Chinese, one European and two American. With the influx of Chinese tourists into Atlantic City, each casino is staffed by more than 1,000 Chinese dealers.

Two of the three Chinese sat together, dressed in neat suits, sitting in the middle of the gaming table, which looked very abrupt. For Chinese gamblers, casinos are generally more attentive. Either they are high rollers who spend a lot of money, they will become long-term customers of the casino, they are received by a special person, if it is the first time to win, the casino will even open a loft presidential suite for him to live for free, of course, this is a means of attracting guests in disguise; Among all types of gambling, there are only blackjack and straight flush gambling games, gamblers have a chance of winning, and the vast majority of them belong to the type that the casino will win as long as they play long enough. Therefore, there are many mathematically good Chinese to form a card counting team, they are often the most taboo characters in the casino, once discovered, they will be blacklisted, and at the same time reported to other casinos. But apparently none of these three people are worth paying attention to today.

On the far left is a European man with a hooked nose, slender eyes, and his hands clasped together as if praying for the goddess of fortune. Next to him was another Chinese, unlike the two just now, he was wearing a fancy Hawaiian shirt, holding his chin in one hand, playing with a chip of the largest denomination in the other, and carrying a gold watch on one side and a gold ring on the other, but his face looked sallow and depressed, obviously out of shape. To his right, a bald man, artistically manicured, wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a plaid shirt on his upper body, he clasped his hands to his chest, and his eyes were glued to his cards, as if he was calculating something, as if the hustle and bustle around him had nothing to do with him, and he still had combat strength anyway.

Everyone at this table was in the limelight by Gary.

Those who have never gambled will never be able to experience the thrill of the winner of the gambling game, which is a tremor of excitement that penetrates every cell, as if at that moment, the winner stood on top of the world and was admired by thousands of people. It's a feeling of fluttering, and nothing compares to it.

The Chinese dealer unveils a new hand. That's an "A", if it is calculated at 11 o'clock, it will explode, but fortunately, it can also be counted as 1 point, which is now 18 points.

To get a card or not to have a card has become a problem.

Ordinary people are likely to stop, anyway, the dealer can not eat people even if it is the same point 18, and it is considered a loss, so that he must press the card over, which increases the probability of bursting, but the dealer has no choice.

Gary only thought for a moment, tapped his index finger on the table, then pushed all the chips on the table, and said indifferently: "Hitit!"

"Wow" caused a huge sensation, and the onlookers were surprised and worried about the cowboy gambler, and even the guests at other tables looked sideways.

The dealer was very indifferent, and the gamblers at the same table showed different expressions, some were surprised, and some were gloating, wishing that his hand would burst.

As soon as the flop came, it immediately blew up. It's a club 3, exactly 21 points, or a five-in-a-row.

20 points on one hand and 21 points on the other. What a big hand, the dealer has no hope unless there are two "black jacks", and it looks like everything is secure.

It's the dealer's turn to open the cards. Oh, and sure enough, it broke. The dealer was surprised, pulled the cards aside with a silver spatula, and paid Gary the winning chips, which were as tall as a hill at the time. Several people at the same table also busted, two Chinese seemed to lose without pain, and the other hung his head. The Europeans congratulated Gary, the bald man spreading his crossed hands and slamming the edge of the table hard, as if he only cared if he had lost.

The surrounding spectators applauded, and Gary gracefully took off his cowboy hat and thanked everyone.

Soon, a man in a suit and leather shoes, with a name tag on his chest and a miniature walkie-talkie in his ears, appeared at the table, followed by a female clerk, doubled the winning chips, neatly packed them in a wooden box, and delivered them to the winner. The casino side is putting on such a big show to let everyone see it. Somebody wins, doesn't it? Winning or losing is a matter of probability theory, and casinos can't beat everybody. The wheel of fortune turns, and there is always someone who will be chosen to be one of the few winners. Casinos are meant to send a signal that someone will always win, win a lot of money, and get rich overnight.

The man waved his hand, and the Chinese dealer immediately took a step back. The female clerk replaced him and became the new bookmaker, which is a change of luck, don't say it, sometimes it really works.

Gary didn't care about any of this, and he tossed a thousand dollars in chips to the first dealer as a tip. Then he snapped his fingers, and immediately a waitress with pointed ears came over with a liquor card. The women who peddle alcohol are all slender and terrible, their bodies are extremely revealing, and when they walk, their small waists are twisted and twisted, which is no worse than the coquettish enchantress on the stage. Gary ordered a bottle of top-notch champagne and gave it to everyone at the table, saying it was a share of luck and the others were blushing.

Gary doesn't care about money even more, and he successfully portrays a hillbilly from Texas. When he first sat down at the table, the other gamblers could even see the dust shaking off his shoulders. Who knows, he became a winner in life in the blink of an eye.

Gary leaned back in his chair during the break between the waitress delivering the wine, but his eyes stole a glimpse of a semi-open box. It's a VIP area for fun. Because of the big game, you need to think about the cards, and in order not to be influenced by other gamblers, casinos often arrange these tables in a quiet place.

The man who was locked by his gaze was wearing a blue silk short-sleeved diagonal button Chinese suit, thin blonde hair combed back hair, a pair of color-changing glasses, a delicate beard on his chin, almost transparent skin, holding a card in his right hand with one hand, and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Despite his good work, he, like Gary, was completely distracted by the game. It's just not as flamboyant as Gary pretends to be, and he keeps his low profile.

Both of them were waiting for one to appear.

Sure enough, surrounded by several bodyguards, an unusually burly man stepped out of the casino's private elevator. He is tall and has long legs, close to two meters tall, and weighs at least two hundred pounds. He wears a bright shirt with flannel texture on the top, two colorful tigers embroidered on the shoulders, and washed blue jeans on the bottom. He had long hair, combed into a braid, which remained at the back of his head, and it was as if varnished and shiny, and his brown complexion was particularly eye-catching. Although he looks like a Chinese face, his cheekbones are higher and the lines of his face are more rugged.

Obviously, he is not Chinese, but an indigenous Indian.

They quickly made their way through the crowd, and Gary saw that the guy sitting in the VIP box had followed the big man for a long time, until he and the bodyguard disappeared into the jungle of tinkling slot machines.

Sure enough, the man collected the chips and slowly followed.

Gary also got up from his chair, tossed two hundred dollars in chips to the dealer, and swaggered away with the two boxes of chips. Instead of going directly to redeem the chips, he walked to his parking space.

A person flashed out from behind his car, and it was the Chinese dealer just now. Gary handed over the box full of chips in his arms, and the other party handed him something. After the two exchanged, the dealer said: "You can't get too close, he has an anti-tracker installed in his car, and if he gets too close, he will be discovered." Please stay at least 20 meters away. ”

Gary nodded and said, "You can get out of here, this money is enough for you to pursue your dream PhD." ”

The other party looked down and didn't reply.

Gary said: "I really don't understand, you can make a lot of money with your skills, why do you have to go back to school." ”

"That's just ......," the Chinese dealer smiled, "an unfinished dream." ”

Gary patted him on the shoulder, jumped into his Ford, he put what the dealer had just given him on the shelf next to the steering wheel, it was a palm-sized tracker, a green dot on the display kept flashing, Gary stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove out of the parking lot.

The car drove out of the bright lights of Atlantic City, and before Gary approached the green point, he saw a familiar BMW sedan, driving the man in the VIP box just now.

Gary spends his days thinking about this nemesis, whom the Russians hailed as "Killer One". Twenty years ago, he killed two bigwigs in the gang, and when he arrived, he met him in the corridor, he pulled out his gun and shot him in a series of shots, but the other party avoided the fight, and ran away like a gust of wind under his nose. Later, in order to kill him, Gary led people to track him down to New Mexico, but the operation failed. has been tracking for many years, but there is no trace of him. And right now, he is a few dozen meters away from him.

He followed the killer, and the killer followed the extended Lincoln in front of him.

The car drove all the way to the Connecticut Indian Reservation. Despite being only one state apart, casinos in Atlantic City, New Jersey are just a short distance away from casinos in the Indian Sanctuary. The biggest casinos in Connecticut are the "Merry" and "Golden God". New Jersey law allowed casinos, and "Nucky" Johnson ruled New Jersey for three decades, while also building Atlantic City's glory. Casinos are not allowed in Connecticut, but the Indian Gambling Act passed by the U.S. Congress in 1988 lifted the ban on free zones. The Indians formally and comprehensively entered the gambling industry and gradually developed into a powerful force.

The lengthened Lincoln in front of it is reinforced with armor on both sides of the body, and the windows are made of bulletproof one-way glass, and the transformation cost of the whole vehicle is more than one million dollars. Sitting in the car was one of the owners behind the Connecticut Indian Casino, and the most wealthy of the chiefs. These big chiefs are no longer satisfied with making money, but have reached out to politics. They have spent a lot of money to train political rookies at all levels, mayors, prosecutors, members of both chambers, etc., who use New Jersey as a springboard to infiltrate New York and then stir up the core political situation in Washington, D.C.

This originally had nothing to do with the underworld family, but the newly appointed mayor of New York City, whom they funded, launched an operation against the New York City gang for the sake of his own political achievements, and the main target of the attack was the "cancer" from Russia and Eastern Europe. In fact, Russian gangsters, like other new-age triads, have long since changed their business strategies and run decent, serious businesses. For example, sports brands that have signed NBA stars, and even various "micro-businesses" in the new era, those days of hiding in the black box have long been a thing of the past. But there is no doubt that Russian gangs still retain some of their "nostalgic" livelihoods, which are often run by illegal immigrants from Georgia, Azerbaijan, Yaminia and other countries.

Russian gangsters are not stupid either, and a New York mayor is easy to deal with. Creating a political scandal could remove him from power, but such a situation must be avoided. Therefore, today the "No. 1 killer" was dispatched, and the target was the behind-the-scenes financiers of these political scum.

The highway overpass was being built at night, and Gary's car was blocked, and the first two cars passed first, and by the time he was released again, he had already been thrown away. Then the green dot on the tracker faded and faded, his foot hit the accelerator hard, and the car rushed forward. It took him a lot of time to find the right direction. Looking at what was shown on the screen, the car was not going to the Indians' casino, but to the remote forest belt on the southern border of the free zone.

The glow of the car's headlights pierced the darkness.

In front of it is a stretch of railroad tracks, a special train used by the Indians to transport timber.

Gary slammed the steering wheel and crossed the railroad tracks.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out in the darkness of the night. It's a great place to get started, and no one can see how much noise there is. (To be continued.) )