Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Naturally, Shire was the one who kicked in. The second half was Bond time. He will soon be a big killer at the poker table. If he doesn't enter the game at this time, he won't even be able to drink the soup.

"of course."

"Why not."

Bond and Sivers said at the same time.

And what the former saw was a beautiful girl from England, subconsciously showing a Bond-like smile.. There was a feeling that the deep eyes of Shire’s temporary comrade Hank were killing.

Sievers did not refuse. For him, the more money at the poker table, the better, and this is not a heads-up match between the two of them. There have always been two rich Arabs and rich Africans. Follow it.

Charles sat on the edge of the table.

The Royal Casino uses electronic cash internally, but it is not difficult for Shire to get an electronic account.

"Snapped."

Charles suppressed the playing card in his hand.

The dealer starts to deal the cards.

The battle began to heat up. To be precise, it was between Bond and Sivers. Only the two of them were facing each other at the table. The rest of the people were more like the background of the money.

Charles threw a million into the chip pool.

He was not in a hurry. The fight was fierce in the second half, but there were only a few back and forth in the end. First, Sievers continued to kill and kill, and then Bond rushed to catch up.

Then Sievers couldn't hold back his anger, and Bond left the field to use detoxification hormone to barely suppress the toxin.

After the return, Bond lost more and lost less and began to set Sivers, allowing Sivers to win several big games in a row. The chips on the table once accumulated to more than 80 million.

In the final round, Bond's remaining tens of millions of chips all pressed, stimulating Sivers to follow all the way, and then Bond lore.

Since it is the protagonist, the lore must have a lore. It is the maximum in Texas Hold'em, the Royal Flush, even if the Shire is also a Royal Flush, he can only split the chips with Bond.

Charles didn't want to, and didn't need it, because he didn't need to pay all the 100 million dollars in debt like Siphos, nor did Bond need to win Siphos to force him to cooperate.

He will accept it as soon as he sees it.

"Wow!"

Sievers put the chips on the table back in front of him.

"you lose."

He exhales gently.

"Not always."

But the next moment, Bond turned over the cards, which made Sivers move stiffly, flushing, bigger than him.

Next is Bond time, Charles is like a merciless coin machine, and the two old men remaining on the table watch Bond and Sivers want to kill each other.

Bond, who found the feeling, started to take it all. The cards in his hand became bigger and bigger each time, and the chips in front of him became more and more. They even gathered most of the chips in the game.

Sievers became uncomfortable and motioned to his old friend to start off the court against Bond's glass.

Charles again threw a million.

Ten million chips are running out, but soon, his chance to make a move is also coming.

"You don't look good."

Sivers stared at Bond and said.

After drinking bourbon with nerve paralysis toxin, Bond was injecting the detoxification agent in the car with the help of Weispen. Although he appeared to be calm after returning, he couldn't fake it with the sweat on his neck.

And Sivers is a little scared. Bond's card skills are getting better and better, and he has already taken up most of the chips. He is afraid that Bond will continue to win, so he has everything now, and even uses words to attack Bond. .

"I have never been better."

Bond shrugged.

He is not telling a lie, the antidote has a certain amount of adrenaline, and his condition is indeed better than ever.

A new round of fighting begins.

Bond, who had suffered a dark loss, realized that he could not force it. He began to persuade Sieves to lose more and lose less. Sivers, who owed money, needed cash urgently. This impatience affected his to a certain extent. reason.

And Bond's frequent mistakes made Sievers think that Bond was supporting him, and the toxins still affected him, and he began to relax more and more.

Unconsciously, the chip pool on the poker table has become more and more, and it has accumulated close to 90 million U.S. dollars.

Bond realized that it was time, let Sivers win two more, tricked him to relax his vigilance, and then waited for a good hand to find a chance to put all the chips in, stimulate Sivers to keep up, and kill him in one fell swoop.

"You don't look good."

Sievers started taunting again.

But unlike before, he looked confident this time, and the cold sneer that seemed like nothing happened again on his face.

Bond is still a typical Bond smile, and he also appears confident. At the poker table, he doesn't answer Sivers at all.

"Want to follow?"

"Ha ha."

The two looked at the cards silently, and felt that they were not sure, but after all, they were all amazing card skills. They continued to pretend to be confident in their tacit understanding, and wanted to fool the others at the table to take this round. Live on.

If you are sure, you will take the whole wave. If you are not sure, you will jointly deceive other people and roll the chip pool to the next round. It was this kind of routine before, and the chip pool is getting more and more.

"Check."

"Check."

Sure enough, seeing the performance of the two people, the rich Arabs and the black local tyrants in Africa are like pre-designed brainless passers-by, or they really feel that the loose cards in their hands are no better than Bond and Sivers For the flush or straight, after thinking about it, just as the two expected, they passed the card directly.

Bond and Sievers are very calm. At the poker table, they are worthy of seriousness. The only opponent is each other, and everyone else is...

"Stud."

Then just when they were ready to check, a clear voice suddenly interrupted their thoughts.

Bond & Sivers:?

………………

Calmly pushed all the chips in front of him into the pool, Charles pressed Laura's face, tilted his head, and looked at Bond and Sivers.

The latter were all expressionless and could not see what they were thinking.

"Follow?"

She asked with a smile.

Bond and Sivers have never taken Shire to heart. The beautiful lady who joined the table has a nice skin, but just like everyone else at the table, the card skills are optional, and they just treat her directly. Regarded as a vase, or a gift vase.

Unexpectedly, she had a backstab at this moment.

Sivers didn't want to give up yet.

"Very confident, madam."

He tried to force the Shire back with his eyes.

"So are you following."

Charles asked directly if he didn't eat this set.

Sievers knows his own hand and is lucky. The next hole card he can draw a full house, but with bad luck, it is probably a straight.

And Shire can suddenly stud, obviously very confident, the next draw is at least a straight flush, otherwise she would not be so sure.

Sievers' eyelids twitched, and two words were squeezed out between his teeth.

"Not with."

It is stupid to know that you want to be taken-all and follow.

"Let's draw the cards."

Seeing that the others had no intention of sending money, Shire motioned to the croupier.

Bond, Loose, Sivers, Straight, Arab Regal, Loose, African Black Tyrant, Triple, Shire.. Flush.

Bond & Sivers: (▼Dish▼#).

Not to mention a straight flush or a royal flush, she is not even a gourd, just an ordinary flush.

.. How dare she!

"The winner is all right."

Charles took the chips on the poker table in front of him in a tone of anger from the hearer and the listener, stood up smartly, and threw a red chip representing one hundred thousand to the croupier.

"It's yours~www.readwn.com~Sivers can't sit still now.

Rewarding croupiers for tips means not playing anymore, which is not good.

Shire has taken at least 90 million US dollars in this hand. This time the Royal Gambling Bureau’s electronic funds are only about 130 million US dollars. Sievers has many contacts, but he did not say that it can easily be hundreds of millions and hundreds of millions. Then reap, otherwise he won't have to secretly trade with the freedom fighters.

And this time, he was merciless, killing a lot of special kills, even if he knew **** him, he didn't have many friendships this time, and he probably won't be able to call so many people to save the field next time.

This money cannot be released, otherwise he will die miserably.

Thinking of this, Sivers didn't care about being a gentleman or a gentleman.

"If you win, you will leave, it would be too demeaning."

He got up, the gloomy face was visible to the naked eye.

The surrounding atmosphere cooled down.