Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 115 115. CASINO
The sun sets and the night falls.

The barren and dry land was shrouded in darkness.

But the city that never sleeps on the edge of the desert just woke up from the state of "sleepy eyes", and began to shine brightly, radiating endless vitality and passion.

The white Bronco is parked in the free parking lot on Casino Row in Old Town.

Dean looked out the car window.

The surrounding high-rise buildings are resplendent and resplendent, not inferior to Stirp Avenue, and the "CASINO" signboard gates flashing colorful neon lights are like monsters with bloody mouths, greedily sucking the wealth of the world every moment, Devours the wallets and credit cards of the weak-willed.

But now, there are quite a few such people, with novelty, apprehension, or smug smiles on their faces, they can't wait to go inside after a bunch of bodyguards' warm and friendly inspection.

Dean sighed and looked at Paque, who was squinting on the co-pilot,
"Seriously, don't you think it's dangerous for us to come to this kind of place?"

Dean originally considered acting alone, relying on simulation to tie someone up in the casino, but it was a small case, safe and hidden, but the two insisted on following him.

"You are already a grown man. You can even kill those killers in Lake Mead with AK-47s. You even knocked me down for one night, and you helped LVPD solve several cases that they were helpless. I worry about you What?"

Paque shook his head with a calm face, only his tone was slightly sour,

This unreserved trust made Dean reflect deeply for two seconds. In the past few days, he should not have hit this uncle in all directions and without any dead ends. He should have won several times in wrestling.

"But what we're doing is committing a crime!" Ruster in the back row leaned his face and said in a tangled voice, his gaze swept to the armed bodyguards at the entrance of the casino not far away, trembling nervously, his heart retreated a bit.

"You really don't understand or are you just pretending to be confused? As long as there are no witnesses and no surveillance cameras, what crime do you commit?" Paque taught this good student a lesson, "The most important point is that our operation this time For what purpose? To save your poor mother Grace from crooked and abducted casino brokers, for love and family!"

Dean couldn't help but nodded, the bunch of nonsense in the belly of this big and thick guy is quite reasonable.

Last shook his short light brown hair, and firmly grasped the front seat with both hands.

"Yes! For Grace, if you ask me to kill someone, I will do it!"

"Keep your voice down, do you want to provoke 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 it."

"I'm already full!" Rust's face was full of unwillingness, but his heart was relieved.

In Las Vegas, people under the age of 21 are generally not allowed to enter the casino, but people between 18 and 21 can go in for a "visit" accompanied by an adult.

"I can only take one person, you have to stay and stare outside."

Paque said and gave Dean a look.

Dean straightened the neckline of his suit and opened the car door. His slightly burly figure bulged up the suit, making him look more mature.

The two went straight to the spinach place.

The doorman checked the driver's license, asked about their relationship, and gave Dean, at a gray zone age, a special Bryn Bling wristband.

He also gave a verbal warning that Dean was not allowed to drink alcohol after entering, nor was he allowed to participate in any games, he could only "look on the sidelines", and he could not stay inside for more than two hours, and he had to come out before ten o'clock in the evening.

Then let go.

After walking a few steps inside, Dean sighed,

"A low-end small casino in Las Vegas is under such strict scrutiny?"

"There are surveillance cameras from third-party agencies everywhere, so on the surface, all similar places must abide by laws and regulations," Paque pointed to the top of his head, good guy, at least five or six surveillance cameras are taking pictures of people, "but it's just It's just a pretense, they have a lot of ways to take advantage of the loopholes."

Dean stepped on the gorgeous carpet and entered the door, and he was immediately refreshed.

Entering the room from the outside, the air is not dull at all, but becomes fresher.

Moreover, the light has also changed from the glare of the night outside the house and the neon lights to a moderate brightness, neither too bright to make the eyes tired, nor too dim to make people drowsy.

The interior of the building is more spacious than he imagined, comparable to a medium-sized shopping mall.

There are rows and rows of criss-crossing slot machines in the hall at the entrance. There are at least four to five hundred machines, and there are many customers.

They drop coins and wait.

The dull running sound of the machine and the tinkling of coins were heard non-stop.

Like a grand concert, it inspires onlookers to participate and try their hand at it.

Dean frowned,
"Do you feel like you're a little too excited?"

Paque folded his arms and smiled at him,
"Some places will arrange 'artificial oxygen generators' to work continuously, so that the guests will always be in a state of excitement, and they will unconsciously take one hand after another and never leave."

Dean was taken aback and raised one eyebrow, "You're not joking, isn't this against the law?"

"What kind of law is broken? The rules of the casino naturally serve the casino. By the way, the lighting has also been specially adjusted. It's very comfortable, right, and your eyes won't get tired if you don't sleep all night."

Dean fell silent.

The two walked through the slot machine, and the eye-catching big turntable came into view.

Enthusiastic guests surrounded the big turntable, and a beautiful woman with low-cut suspenders and grid stockings showed her sexy body in 360 degrees without any dead ends, while turning a big turntable.

Paque explained a few rules to Dean.

"This stuff is not high-tech, and it mainly relies on luck and beautiful women to attract attention."

As Paque said, he looked at the other side of the turntable with great interest. On the low stage, the dancers in bikinis were showing off their sexy dance poses, surrounded by a large number of guests holding drinks and beer, watching with gusto.

Paque explained that customers want to leave when they are tired from playing, but they will be attracted by beautiful women, take a rest, and then continue.

"Dean, why don't you just stay here and look at the beauties? I'll go inside and find someone."

"Stop talking nonsense and continue."

……

After the turntable, there are various other games.

For example, more professional blackjack and poke house.

The employees in these places are no longer dressed in hot clothes, but put on professional striped shirts.

Moreover, the customers who participate in these games are obviously much more professional than the slot machines and turntables.

Most of them frowned, lowered their heads, sipped coffee and thought, looking like a mental worker.

"Poke House, the venue does not directly participate, they only draw 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 much cheaper than those sold in outside stores.

Paqui walked all the way, his steady voice kept popularizing science,
"The law in Vegas does not allow venues to provide free alcohol, so they keep the price down to the lowest price, so that customers can drink the cheapest alcohol, and they will lose their mind and control when they get drunk. At this time, those specially hired fishermen I will sneak in..." Paqui suddenly looked towards a corner, where a few men with bright eyes were looking around with eyes like searching for prey,

"An angler picks up a drunk client, or an unsuspecting rookie, invites them to a game with a higher threshold, and turns them into fish in a well-kept pond."

Paque continued to glance at the rows of VIP rooms with better privacy, and said that theory,

"In the beginning, fishermen may let the fish eat a little bait to let them taste the sweetness, but when the fish can't help but eat more and open their mouths, they will be bitten by the hooks arranged by fishermen in advance. "

"The fish kept struggling and betting again and again, but the hook got tighter and tighter, shaking off the 'flesh' and scales on its body.

"When the fish is shaking and loses all their money, the angler will start to close the rod, lift the fish out of the water, capture them thoroughly, and let them sign a humiliating contract to redeem themselves."

Dean nodded, a very mature fairy dance system.

"A drunken drink may ruin these unlucky people, and even lose themselves." Paque warned with a full face,

"Life is like a gamble. If you don't suppress it, you will lose a little, but you can't lose everything. Dean, if you lose, you will lose a little, and if you can, don't."

Dean nodded solemnly.

This thing is harmful.

In the last part of his life, when he was in college, some classmates played on the Internet, and finally lost their family savings and house, and ended disastrously by dropping out of school.

And I'm afraid I won't be able to quit in the future, if I have money, I will touch it.

This kind of addiction is not inferior to smoking weed, and it is harmful. Once trapped, less than one in ten people can return to normal life.

……

Paque finished educating his nephew.

In order to facilitate the investigation and avoid being noticed, I deliberately changed some chips, took a glass of juice, drank it, observed and circled around the tables, and occasionally tried a few shots.

Dean, who had been by his side all the time, accidentally discovered another use of the "God's Perspective" ability.

He used to only use "God View" to fight and scout.

But in this place, a new usage awakens.

God's perspective, you can observe the opponent's information, and even the information in the hands of the dealer. If the opponent does not carefully press things on the table, he will see everything at a glance.

5 minutes.

Paque took Dean to change tables,

"What's the matter with you boy? Is God possessed tonight?" Paqui nodded his chips, his eyelids twitched in surprise, "Ten me become a hundred so quickly, do you want to be kicked out?"

Venues will never lose, and those customers who can only win will be permanently blacklisted by them.

"Be low-key, understand?"

Dean touched 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 all kinds of items.

Walking to the left corner of the hall, Dean's eyes lit up, and he patted Paqui, signaling him to look over there——

The scar-faced man, Tegan Fran, was there, no longer in the white vest and truck cap, but in the tourist outfit of a pale yellow shirt and jeans, but the scar on the bridge of his nose was still prominent.

He was pestering a female guest in his thirties. The woman had black hair, a pretty face, and an elegant black close-fitting long dress. She had a blush on her face, and her eyes were slightly blurred. She had obviously drank a lot of alcohol.

"We teamed up...[-] points..."

"Let's not talk too much... It's no problem to earn three to five thousand dollars a night..."

"Don't worry... I've tried in Atlantic City... a premium venue, far more regulated than this place, no one found out..."

At first the woman looked hesitant and resisted, but Scarface was indeed eloquent and boasted all over the place.

The alcoholic woman unconsciously followed him through the crowded gaming tables, waiters and the hall, and walked towards the VIP room deep in the hall.

But when the two of them walked to a table full of free drinks.

Dean, who was not far behind, suddenly tilted his head.

An invisible gust of wind gushed out of his body, passed through the noisy living room, and flew towards the feet of the scar-faced man who was smiling all over his face and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes from time to time.

With a strange cry, the man slipped inexplicably, his whole body lost his balance, and fell heavily to the wine table beside him. He instinctively stretched out his hands and pushed on the table.

Bang!

He overturned the neatly piled glasses to the ground,

Crash.

Glass shards and hops splashed everywhere, and the wine flooded the smooth floor like a flood from a breached embankment, forming a pool of sparkling water.

The loud noise instantly attracted the attention of most of the nearby customers. When they turned their faces, they saw the scar-faced man who was the instigator standing there stupidly, looking at the soaked shirt and hands in a daze, his wretched face was blue for a while. It's really funny for a while.

Several waiters came over to apologize, and arranged for people to clean up the garbage and debris by the way.

"Go and change your clothes first." The woman who had been coaxed into a daze covered her mouth and smiled, but her eyes became clear again, "I'll take a stroll."

"Carol, wait for me for 10 minutes, and I'll come when I get in the car and change my clothes! It's a rare opportunity, don't miss it." Scarface gave a waiter a look, asking him to help appease the big fish, and turned around quickly with a smile on his face. Step outside the CASINO.

Hurry up, or the cooked duck will fly away!
Paque turned the chips in his hand, followed slowly, and muttered in a low voice, "It must be the blessing of the ancestors, which saved us a lot of trouble."

"This is self-inflicted torture." A cold light appeared in Dean's eyes, "Even God will punish 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 hairs on his back stood on end.

There seemed to be a few pairs of needle-like eyes peeping around.

He turned around suddenly, there was no one in the huge parking lot, only a bunch of quiet cars.

"Xie Te! Scare yourself!" He spat, and 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 a few big games tonight!

He thought of the woman's ridicule just now, and his eyes shot a sinister and fierce light, like a jackal.

He took out the key and opened the door of his DeLorean.

But in the next second, a huge force struck from behind and tightly controlled him.

At the same time, a handkerchief exuding a pungent smell covered his mouth and nose.

He struggled desperately like a drowning man, but the power gap was too great to resist.

His vision was blurred as the gas rushed from his nose to 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 of the car, took out his keys and sat in the driver's seat.

"Good baby, DeLorean DMC-12, I haven't driven it yet, I can enjoy it."

Paque grabbed the steering wheel and started the car.

And Dean returned to his own Bronco, and kept up with DeLorean, who was driven by Paque, at a safe distance.

"We won't be discovered by doing this?" Rust in the back row was in shock. He had just witnessed the whole process of the attack.

Clean and clean without making any noise, 100% old hand.

He even began to wonder if Dean's uncle had been a kidnapper before.

"Don't worry, everything has been dealt with. Today's matter, you know, I know, Paque knows, there is no fourth person."

Outside the raised car window, the gate of the parking lot, and the surveillance cameras along the way, the cables have long been broken by an invisible force.

Under the cover of night.

The two cars drove silently off the brightly lit Long Street to the dead Lake Mead.

(End of this chapter)