The sun sets and night falls.
The barren, dry land is shrouded in darkness.
But the city that never sleeps on the edge of the desert has just woken up from its "sleepy" state and begun to shine with endless vitality and passion.
The white Bronco was parked in the free parking lot on Casino Street in the old town.
Dean looked through the car window.
The surrounding high-rise buildings are splendid, no less impressive than Stirp Avenue, and the "CASINO" signboard doors with colorful neon lights are like a monster with its head open and its bloody mouth, greedily sucking the wealth of the world every moment, Devouring the wallets and credit cards of the weak-willed.
But now, there are quite a few people like this, with smiles on their faces that may be novel, nervous, or smug. After a bunch of warm and friendly inspections by bodyguards, they can’t wait to walk in.
Dean sighed and looked at Paqui, who was squinting in the passenger seat.
"Seriously, don't you think it's dangerous for us to come to a place like this?"
Dean originally considered acting alone, and it would be a small case to kidnap someone in the casino by using a disguise, which was safe and hidden, but the two of them insisted on following him.
"You are already an adult man. You can even kill the killers with AK-47s in Lake Mead. You even knocked me over all night. You have also helped the LVPD solve several cases that they were helpless to do. I'm worried about you. What?"
Paquet shook his head and looked calm, but his tone was slightly sour.
This unreserved trust made Dean reflect deeply for two seconds. In the past few days, he should not have attacked his uncle in all directions and without blind spots. He should have allowed him to win a few times in wrestling.
"But our actions are a crime!" Rust, who was in the back row, looked over his face and said tangledly. He glanced at the loaded bodyguards at the entrance of the casino not far away, trembling nervously, and feeling a little discouraged.
"You really don't understand, or are you just pretending to be confused? As long as there are no witnesses and are not caught by the surveillance cameras, what crime has been committed?" Paquet taught this good student a lesson, "The most important point is that the purpose of our operation is What is the purpose? To save your poor mother Grace from the hands of the deceitful casino brokers. This is for love and family!"
Dean couldn't help but nod. The nonsense in this tall and thick man's belly was quite reasonable.
Rust shook his short light brown hair and tightly grasped the front seat of the car with both hands.
"Yes! For Grace, I will kill someone if you ask me to!"
"Keep your voice down, do you want to attract the police? It's eight o'clock in the evening. Scarface should be working in the casino. Dean will go in with me. As for you, stay in the car and help us keep an eye on him."
"I'm over 18 years old!" Rust looked unwilling, but felt relieved.
In Las Vegas, generally people under the age of 21 are not allowed to enter the casino, but people between 18 and 21 can enter and "visit" when accompanied by an adult.
"I can only take one person with me, you have to stay and stare outside."
Pacquiao said, giving Dean a look.
Dean adjusted the collar of his suit and opened the car door. His slightly muscular figure made the suit bulge, making him look more mature.
The two went straight to the spinach place.
The guard checked the driver's license, asked about their relationship, and then gave Dean, who was in a gray area at his age, a special brim-blin wristband.
Dean was given a verbal warning that he could not drink alcohol after entering, and was not allowed to participate in any games. He could only "spectate" and he could not stay inside for more than two hours and must come out before ten o'clock in the evening.
Then released.
After walking a few steps inside, Dean sighed,
“A small, unpopular gambling establishment in Las Vegas is censored so strictly?”
"There are surveillance cameras from third-party agencies everywhere, so on the surface, all similar places must abide by the law," Paquet pointed to the top of his head. Good guy, there are at least five or six surveillance cameras pointing at people, "But it's just It’s just pretending, they have many ways to exploit loopholes.”
Dean stepped on the gorgeous carpet and entered the door, immediately feeling refreshed.
Entering the room from the outside, the air is not dull at all, but becomes fresher.
Moreover, the light has changed from the glare of the dark night outside and the neon lights to a moderate brightness. It is neither too bright to tire the eyes nor too dim to make people drowsy.
The interior of the building was more spacious than he imagined, comparable to a medium-sized shopping mall.
There are rows of slot machines crisscrossing the entrance hall, with at least four to five hundred machines and a lot of customers.
They put in their coins and wait.
The dull sound of the machine and the jingling and scattering of coins were heard constantly.
It's like a grand concert, inspiring onlookers to participate and try their hand at it.
Dean frowned.
"Do you feel like you're a little too excited?"
Paqui crossed his arms and smiled at him.
"Some places will arrange for 'artificial oxygen concentrators' to work continuously, so that guests are always in a state of excitement, unconsciously taking one hand after another, and never leaving."
Dean was startled and raised an eyebrow, "You're not joking. Isn't this illegal?"
"What's the law? The rules of the casino naturally serve the casino. By the way, the lighting has been specially adjusted. It's very comfortable, right? Your eyes won't be tired even if you don't sleep all night."
Dean was silent.
The two of them walked past the slot machine and saw the eye-catching large carousel.
Customers with fanatical faces surrounded the big carousel. A beautiful woman with a low-cut suspender belt and mesh stockings showed off her sexy figure at 360 degrees while spinning a big carousel.
Paquet explained a few rules to Dean.
"This thing doesn't have high technical content. It mainly relies on luck and beautiful women to attract attention."
Paquet said as he looked at the other side of the turntable with great interest. On the low stage, a dancer in a bikini was showing off her sexy dance moves, surrounded by a large number of guests holding drinks and beers, watching with gusto.
Paquet explained that when customers get tired and want to leave, they will be attracted by the beautiful women, rest, and then continue.
"Dean, why don't you stay here and look at the beauty? I'll go inside to find someone."
"Stop talking nonsense and continue."
…
After the wheel, there are a variety of other games.
Such as more professional blackjack and poker room.
The employees in these places no longer dress in hot clothes and put on professional striped shirts.
Moreover, the customers participating in these games are obviously much more professional than those at slot machines and roulette.
Most of them frowned, lowered their heads and sipped coffee drinks in deep thought, looking like intellectual workers.
"Pukewu, the venues are not directly involved, they only take a commission and the customers play against each other."
These professional games have a chip threshold, but there are also almost free drinks and drinks. The drinks are also alcoholic and are much cheaper than those sold in stores outside.
Along the way, Paquet's steady voice kept on explaining the science.
"Vegas law does not allow venues to provide free drinks, so they keep the prices as low as possible so that customers can drink the cheapest drinks. When they get drunk, they will lose their reason and control. At this time, those specially hired fishermen will Will sneak in..." Paquet suddenly looked towards a corner, where several men with dazzling eyes were looking around with eyes like searching for prey.
"Fishermen will pick out drunken guests or unsuspecting rookies, invite them to join a game with a higher threshold, and turn them into fish in a carefully constructed pond."
Paquet continued to look at the rows of VIP rooms with better privacy inside, and said his theory,
“At the beginning, fishermen may let the fish eat a little bit of bait to give them a taste of the sweetness, but when the fish cannot help but eat more and open their mouths wide, they will be bitten by the hooks arranged by the fishermen in advance. "
"The fish kept struggling, making bets again and again, but the hook became tighter and tighter, shaking off the 'flesh' and scales on its body.
"When the fish are too shaken and they have lost all their money, the fishermen will start to close the rod, lift the fish out of the water, capture them completely, and let them sign a humiliating contract to redeem themselves."
Dean nodded, a very mature immortal jump system.
"One drunkenness may cause these unlucky people to lose their fortune and even lose themselves." Paquet warned with a sigh on his face.
"Life is like a gamble. If you don't win, you will lose a little bit, but you can't lose everything. Dean, if you lose, just lose some, and if you can, don't get any."
Dean nodded solemnly.
This thing is very harmful.
In his last life, when he was in college, some of his classmates played online. In the end, he lost his family's savings and house, and ended up dropping out of school.
And I’m afraid I won’t be able to quit it in the future, and I will do it if I have money.
This addiction is as harmful as smoking weed, and once you get into it, less than one out of ten people can return to a normal life.
…
Paqui finished educating his nephew.
In order to facilitate the investigation and avoid being noticed, I deliberately changed some chips and took a glass of juice. While drinking, I observed and circled around the tables, occasionally throwing in a few to try.
Dean, who had been following him, unexpectedly discovered another use of his "God's Perspective" ability.
He used to only use "God's perspective" to fight and scout.
But in this place, a new usage awakened.
From God's perspective, you can observe the opponent's information, and even the information in the dealer's hands. If the opponent does not carefully place things on the table, he will see everything at a glance.
five minutes.
Paquet took Dean to change tables,
"What's going on with you kid? Are you possessed by God tonight?" Paquet clicked the chips and his eyelids twitched in surprise, "You turned ten of me into a hundred so quickly. Do you want to be kicked out?"
Places will never lose, and those customers who only win will be permanently blacklisted by them.
"Keep it low-key, okay?"
Dean rubbed his nose and nodded.
He hates spinach, which is also against the river crab and cannot be discussed in detail.
…
The two went around the hall and tried out all kinds of items.
Walking to the left corner of the hall, Dean's eyes lit up. He patted Paqui and motioned for him to look over there——
The scar-faced man, Tegan Furlan, was there, no longer dressed in a white vest and trucker hat, but in a tourist outfit of a light yellow shirt and jeans, but the scar on the bridge of his nose was still eye-catching.
He was entangled with a female guest in her thirties. The woman had black hair and a delicate appearance. She wore an elegant black close-fitting dress. She had a blush on her face and her eyes were slightly blurred. She had obviously drunk a lot of wine.
"Let's join forces...50-50..."
"Not to mention...it's no problem to earn three to five thousand dollars a night..."
"Don't worry... I tried it in Atlantic City... a high-end place. It was much more strictly managed than this place. No one found out..."
The woman initially looked hesitant and resisted, but the scarred face was indeed very eloquent and full of extravagant boasts.
The alcohol-addled woman unconsciously followed him through the gambling tables, waiters, and lobby filled with customers, and walked toward the VIP room deep in the lobby.
But as they both walked over to the table filled with free drinks.
Dean, who was not far behind, suddenly tilted his head.
Invisible wind surged out of his body, passed through the noisy living room, and flew towards the feet of the scarred man with a smile on his face and a flash of light in his eyes from time to time.
With a strange cry, the man's foot slipped inexplicably, his whole body lost balance, and he fell heavily to the wine table nearby. He instinctively stretched out his hands to push against the table.
Bang!
The neatly piled glasses were knocked over by him and fell to the ground.
Crash.
Glass shards and wine splashed everywhere, and the wine flooded the smooth floor like a flood from a dam, forming a pool of sparkling water.
The huge noise instantly attracted the attention of most of the nearby customers. They turned around and saw the scar-faced man who was the instigator standing there stupidly, looking at his soaked shirt and hands in confusion, with his wretched face turning green for a while. Bai Yiyi is really funny.
Several waiters came over to apologize and arranged for manpower to clean up the trash and debris.
"You go change your clothes first." The woman, who had been coaxed so dizzy, covered her mouth and smiled, but her eyes regained clarity, "I'll take a walk around again."
"Carol, wait for me for ten minutes. I'll change clothes in the car and come back! This is a rare opportunity, don't miss it." Scarface glanced at a waiter and asked him to help calm the big fish. He turned around quickly with a smile. Walk outside CASINO.
You have to hurry or the cooked duck will fly away!
Paquet turned the chips in his hand and followed slowly, muttering in a low voice, "It must be the blessing of our ancestors, which saved us a lot of effort."
"This is self-inflicted trouble," Dean said with a cold light in his eyes, "Even God has to deal with him."
…
Tegan Fran left the bright and warm room and rushed to the dark parking lot, but when the night wind blew outside, the biting cold made him shiver involuntarily.
The cold hairs on my back stand on end.
There seemed to be a few pairs of needle-like eyes peeping around.
He turned around suddenly, and there was no one in the huge parking lot, only a bunch of quiet cars.
"Xie Te! Scare yourself!" He spat. The bloody fall just now made him suspicious.
After all, I have never encountered such a funny and shameful accident in the past ten years!
No, I have to play some big tricks tonight!
He thought of the woman's ridicule just now, and his eyes shot out an insidious and fierce light, like a jackal.
He took out his keys and opened the door of his DeLorean.
But the next second, a huge force came from behind and controlled him tightly.
At the same time, a handkerchief with a pungent smell covered his mouth and nose.
He struggled like a drowning man, but the difference in strength was too great to resist.
His vision became blurry as gas poured from his nose into his brain.
Lost consciousness.
…
The 1.9-meter tall man tied up the unconscious man, put tape on his mouth, threw him into the back seat of the car, took out his keys and got into the driver's seat.
"Good baby, DeLorean DMC-12, I haven't driven it yet, I can have fun with it."
Paqui took hold of the steering wheel and started the car.
And Dean returned to his Bronco, keeping up with the DeLorean driven by Paques at a safe distance.
"Will we be discovered by doing this?" Rust, who was in the back row, looked shocked. He had just witnessed the entire attack.
Clean, no noise, 100% veteran.
He began to wonder if Dean's uncle was a kidnapper before.
"Don't worry, everything has been dealt with. Today's matter is known to you, me, and Paquet. There is no fourth person."
Outside the car window with the window raised, the gate to the parking lot and the surveillance cameras along the way had their cables cut off by an invisible force.
Under cover of darkness.
The two cars silently drove away from the brightly lit long street and headed towards the dead Lake Mead.
(End of chapter)
