Sentinel

Chapter 60
"...Tony Stark, dreamer, genius, patriot, from boyhood, as the son of legendary weapons developer Howard Stark, quickly attracted attention with his extraordinary intelligence, four years old At the age of six, he made a circuit board; at the age of six, he built his first engine, and at the age of 17, he graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology with the highest grades... "

Dr. Connors stared blankly at the screen, showing a documentary that proves that Tony Stark is indeed a genius. Didn't he agree to attend the awards dinner together?Where did Sean and Harry go?
The middle-aged scientist who was sitting awkwardly in the audience was filled with three ancient philosophical questions at this time, and there was a burst of warm applause in the venue, and Colonel Rhodes, a representative from the military, came to the stage to speak——

"As a military liaison to Stark Industries, I have had the privilege of working with such a true patriot and mentor. Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present this year's highest honor to Mr. Tony Stark! "

As the voice fell, the fast-paced music played at the right time, and there was another round of warm applause. The guests in the audience looked left and right, looking for the figure of this scientific genius.

Colonel Rhodes held the trophy and shouted a few times, but he didn't see Tony Stark appearing. He didn't seem to understand something until he noticed that Obadi who was sitting below kept shaking his head, with a helpless expression on his face.

The chief executive officer of Stark Industries, Obaday Stein, got up quickly, stepped onto the stage to save the scene, and cleaned up Tony's willful behavior. It was almost a daily routine for him. People often only saw the brilliant halo of genius. Tucker rarely pays attention to whose hard work has made Stark Industries, which has gone through two generations, have the glorious status it is today.

Dr. Connors drank champagne, thinking that the young people nowadays are really unreliable, and they disappear one by one, even the protagonist of this banquet, Tony Stark, is like this.

Sean, who had parted with Harry, came to the casino on the sixteenth floor. He rubbed his itchy nose and muttered, "I seem to have forgotten something important. By the way, where is Dr. Connors? People are still running around, really..."

Holding a free drink in his hand, Sean wandered aimlessly in the casino, feeling the warm atmosphere of the casino. The noisy sound was like ocean waves, one after another, continuous. Countless people from all over the world came to Las Vegas every year. Vegas, just to experience the charm of this world casino.

Some people go bankrupt and have nothing here, while others seize the opportunity and become rich overnight.As people say, this is a city of miracles where angels and demons coexist.

Sean was playing with a few colorful chips. Occasionally, when he was interested, he would stop and play a few. Just like Harry said, Las Vegas can make people forget all their troubles Wonderful Paradise - the premise is that you have enough chips or banknotes in your pocket, so that you are eligible to become the god of this city.

After winning a few hands of blackjack in a row, the chips in front of Sean were already piled up like a hill. He couldn't help but wonder if someone in the casino would take him to a small dark room if he continued to win...

"These are all yours." Smiling at the fiery female dealer, Sean picked up a few chips, and then got up to leave.

"Dude, you are so generous."

A man with a mustache in a wine-red shirt said aloud that he had lost a few times in a row just now, and at this moment he was looking for comfort from two tall girls.

"A little trick in gambling, when you are lucky, you have to learn to share." Sean turned and leaned against the gaming table, "I feel like I have caught the skirt of the goddess of luck tonight."

The man with the mustache raised his brows, as if a little unwilling to admit defeat, he took off his sunglasses and said, "Why don't you try roulette and see whose side Lady Luck is on tonight."

"When it comes to being attractive to women, I have never lost to anyone!" He added confidently.

Half an hour later, the bearded man had an expression of disbelief, so that the two beautiful girls beside him couldn't attract his attention, "You won [-] games in a row? According to the mathematical odds, this is almost impossible. possible!"

"No, including the round just now, there are a total of fourteen." Sean corrected calmly, "It seems that Lady Luck prefers my style tonight."

The man with the mustache looked embarrassed. He had spoken confidently before, but finally slapped himself in the face, which made him somewhat embarrassed.As for how much money he lost, he didn't care at all. If he wanted, he could even buy the hotel.

"Well, I have to admit that all the good luck in Las Vegas is on you tonight."

The man with the mustache buried his head in the plump chest of his female companion, and after taking a few deep breaths, he regained his strength. He turned his head and said to the bodyguard behind him, "Happy, give me a bigger bargaining chip."

"Do you want to continue? I have so many chips that I don't know how to spend them." Sean shrugged, a hill was piled up in front of him, feeling the jealous or resentful eyes of the gamblers around him, an inexplicable refreshing Feelings arise spontaneously.

"You can give it all to the croupier like you did just now." The man with the mustache chuckled.

Seeing the big and round male croupier looking at him expectantly, Xiao En couldn't help showing a cold look on his face, and he simply rejected the proposal: "It's a pity that not every croupier has a pair that people can't move. Long legs with eyes."

The man with the moustache looked at Sean with the eyes of a fellow man, and was about to share his experience with women's figures when a black man in a neat military uniform walked over from the crowd, with a dark face and a look of interest. expression.

"Who told me that if I presented someone with an award, he would be honored?" demanded the black man with the rank of colonel.

"Of course, I would definitely feel honored to have the young and promising Colonel Rhodes present the award to me—well, has the award started? I can't wait to go on stage to receive the award!"

The superb acting skills of the man with the mustache at this time were enough to win him a statuette. Unfortunately, as a good friend, Colonel Rhodes didn't buy it, and directly raised the trophy in front of him: "I've already brought it for you."

"Wow, this is really easy, you are so considerate."

The man with the mustache tried hard to appear moved, but the arm gradually climbing up the waist of his female companion, the water snake, had already betrayed his inner thoughts.

"How about the last one?" the man with the moustache asked unwillingly, no matter what he wanted to win, he didn't believe that the goddess of luck really favored this young boy so much.

"You've lost enough tonight, Mr. Stark." Sean smiled slightly, he had long recognized this unruly man with a moustache, the famous Tony Stark.

"He's right, Tony. There's an important journey tomorrow, so you can't be late." Colonel Rhodes was well aware of his friend's style. If it continued, he would definitely not be able to see him on the plane tomorrow.

Popping out a chip in his hand, Sean said with a little deep meaning: "I wish you the best of luck, Mr. Stark."

(End of this chapter)