After Becoming a Little |

Mu Youzi followed behind him holding a cup of hot cocoa, yawning profusely.

The two of them looked like out-of-date Asia-Pacific tourists, and they were the kind who lost the tour group. After all, a man would not bring a burden that looked similar to his own daughter when he came out to have fun, and a girl would not accompany her when she came out to have fun. To such an uncle who looks like he doesn't have any stinking money.

You must know that apart from gambling, the most famous thing in Las Vegas is the famous SEX business.

What's interesting is that the whole of Las Vegas cannot be sold directly. Although there are various overt and hidden performances, a large number of clubs, and even various styles of factions that specifically serve female tourists-such as Talk about western cowboys or British gentlemen, but people only talk about romance, not flesh and blood.

It's quite a bit like the brothel looking for the oiran in the past, and the money is gone to listen to the song.

Of course, if you want something more straightforward, you can hire an escort from the beginning, or go to the satellite town next to Las Vegas to find half-closed doors.

What people do is the business of returning customers, which is quite conscientious and fair in comparison, and there is even a special evaluation website.

Five-star praise, dear~

But it was obvious that people of the King of Killers' level appeared here quietly, not for fun.

Mu Youzi rubbed her eyes: "Are you still okay?"

They had been wandering here for a while, and Mu Youzi found that there were three groups of people following her alone—probably some members of the local underground forces.

"No, the other party will come out in a while." The uncle looked at his watch: "Casinos are covered with thick curtains and brightly lit, just to let the gambling guests not know the time outside, and don't care if the day and night are reversed."

"Yeah, yeah, anyway, casinos are raking in money, and as long as customers place bets, they can earn money."

Many people have misconceptions about this kind of large casino, thinking that if the gamblers make a lot of money, they may not be able to leave easily.

In fact, they are too deeply poisoned by street stall literature, and it is correct that they cannot leave easily-the casino will send you off grandly.

Large casinos have a betting limit, such as the casino in Lisboa, where a single-handed bet cannot exceed 100 million.

But if someone is really lucky enough to bet consecutively and win consecutively, and a win can be hundreds of millions, then the casino will probably be happy to draw it.

What do casinos want?It's the source of customers, the flow of people, and the gamblers take money after placing their bets——

Every large casino has its own special actuary. Anyway, according to the mathematical principle, as long as the number of people who bet reaches a certain number, they will never lose money.

Anyway, the money in the casino is just handed back and forth between gamblers. What the casino has to do is to provide a reasonable and legal venue, and then make a fortune from the middle.

Gambling is a game in which people who place bets come and go. The casino earns a fixed income, and the more people who place bets, the more they will earn.

What's more, the current casinos generally have a real-time income display system to adjust the payouts of some sports events.

Some high-end casinos can even adjust the payout ratio in real time to confirm that at least the overall reward rate is lower than 100%, which is very stable.

A casino can be lucky enough to win hundreds of millions. This huge advertising effect is capital in itself.

The casino is eager to pull a hundred media to poke people's mouths with microphones to interview this lucky guy—come and see!Our casino is fair and just!Excellent Feng Shui!

As for the ones that say they won’t be able to leave after winning, most of them are black casinos, which are not clean in themselves.

Of course, it's hard to find such a lucky guy who can win one or two hundred million at a time.

Even if the stake is tens of millions, the dealer asks for instructions to increase the limit, and the maximum limit is 1000 million. If you win, the maximum is 1000 million.

Winning one or two hundred million means winning ten or twenty times in a row. This kind of koi-like guy is so rare that even casinos can't wait to confess it.

The kind of gambling with all the money in the movie, it really can only be in the movie...

"So the employer this time is really sick. He insisted on causing an accident by paying such a high price. Wouldn't it be over if I just went in and shot it?"

"Maybe it involves some financial or business issues. Violent methods will always attract attention." The uncle glanced at a passerby behind him: "Why is someone coming over again?"

"The capital of crime, good and evil are mixed here, there is no one there, maybe he is just passing by." Mu Youzi didn't take it seriously: "If you have to be on the safe side, I'll go and clean him up, okay?"

"No need." The uncle shook his head, glanced at his watch for the last time, turned around and left: "It's done, let's go."

"Ah? It's done?" Mu Yuzi was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned his head to look at the exit.

A bald man with a slumped face came out and pulled the tie around his neck vigorously a few times. It could be seen that this trip to the casino did not make him very happy.

At this time, accompanied by a screeching sound of brakes, a Chevrolet that was driving normally next to it suddenly slipped its tires for some unknown reason, causing the usual track and tooth-souring friction sound on the snow, and the bald head was directly shattered. The man was knocked upside down and flew away.

The bald man who flew upside down was still struggling to say something, but with a gradually enlarged reflection in his pupils, the metal bracket of the billboard next to him fell slowly due to the impact, and the twisted metal "squeaked—" The sound spread.

"puff--"

There was a muffled sound, red and white sprayed all over the ground, steaming hotly on the snow.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the traffic accident is terrible." Mu Youzi said so, took a sip of hot cocoa, flinched and shivered in a false way.

The uncle looked at his watch, pressed the stop button of the countdown, and shook his head: "There is a problem with this car, the owner was cheated by the car repairman, and his brake pads and front tires were replaced... never mind."

Mu Youzi turned his head and looked back at the Chevrolet. The owner of the car, who was five big and three thick, was stuck on the airbag of the steering wheel and was unconscious at the moment.

"I'm just telling you not to choose this kind of high-leaf junkie, you have to choose this kind of person--this kind of person will take good care of his car?"

"But if that's not the case, how can he explain that he didn't drive seriously? A car accident without a reason is the biggest reason for abnormality."

As the uncle said so, he took a few steps forward, then stopped and looked at Mu Yuzi.

The latter smacked his lips, let go of the hand holding the hot coco silently, and touched his lower back.

In the deep building gap in front of them, a woman in a white coat put her hands in her pockets, looking at them leisurely.

"It seems that you have completed another work task." The woman in the white coat said so, and walked out of the darkness slowly, revealing her face.

"Long time no see, Dr. Xingbuji." Mu Yuzi took out her pink gun with a cute pendant, and gestured to the tough men who appeared around at some time: "Do you want to use these people to stop us?"

"No, of course not." Dr. Xingbu Ji shook his head: "A king of assassins, an elite No. 17 in the dark world's assassin rankings, these people can't stop you."

"Did I lose my ranking?" Mu Youzi's eyes widened, and he turned to look at the uncle next to him: "I've worked so hard to complete tasks with you all this time, and you're still number one, but I've actually lost my ranking!"

"I'll give you five more points."

"Seven!"

"Six."

"Okay, deal."

Dr. Jibu Ji looked at them quietly: "Are you finished? If you can, please come with me."

"You said you would go with you?" Mu Youzi shook his head: "No, we all go out to make money."

"Didn't I give it to you just now?" Dr. Ji of the Ministry of Justice pointed to the scene of the car accident not far away: "Isn't this easy task enough?"

The hunks around stepped aside, and five family MVP vehicles with privacy film on them just happened to drive over, enclosing the area from different angles.

The electric side door was slid open, revealing the heavy machine gun inside—this kind of routine cannot be used by normal people, not even by normal dark world organizations.

Heavy firepower blockade or something, it's too republican, it's not Milikan at all.

But Mu Youzi might have to take back what he said before these people couldn't stop him...

"..." She looked at the surrounding space, and put away her weapon with a smile: "So if you want to invite us to be guests, you don't have to go fishing like this?"

What is not obvious now, whether these guys who look like passers-by, or the dark world mice that happened to be encountered on the road to attract their attention, they were all arranged by the other party long ago.

"If I don't fish like this, how can I invite the two of you?" Dr. Ji from the Ministry of Justice didn't care, she lowered her head and touched her already pregnant belly: "Please come with me, two guests, maybe we We can work together again.”

The uncle looked at his watch again: "3."

Mu Youzi's eyes widened, and he turned his head to look over: "Hey, hey! You won't hide it from me, right? You've already found out?"

"Well, I discovered it at the very beginning." The uncle didn't look up: "2."

Dr. Xingbu Ji turned his head abruptly: "Everyone! Get down!"

The people on the five MVP cars subconsciously wanted to get down, but with the uncle's voice of '1', a huge fireball rose from the densely packed luxury buildings behind them, engulfed by thick smoke and flames, illuminating the The whole sky.

"I hope this will not cause trouble to you." The uncle bowed slightly to Dr. Ji from the Ministry of Justice: "Next time we have a chance, we will come as guests——just transfer the final payment to the originally agreed account."

Dr. Ji from the Ministry of Justice gritted his teeth: "What should I say? You are worthy of being the king of killers?"

"No, I'm just a fake killer." The uncle took out his gun and pointed at Dr. Ji from the Ministry of Criminal Justice: "A real killer always leaves the scene calmly after clearing all obstacles."

"If you dare to do it, you won't be able to get away." Dr. Ji from the Ministry of Justice was very calm, and against the background of the fire, his face showed an almost indifferent light blue color.

"It doesn't matter, I buy my life with money, I have already realized it when I was doing this." The uncle didn't move: "It's just your child...it's a pity."

"...you go." Dr. Xingbu Ji turned around and turned his back to them, his figure disappeared into the darkness, only the voice came out: "I hope that next time we meet, you can leave alive."

"I hope that the next time we meet, it will be the way you hired me, not this kind of scam where you pay for one task and ask me to do two things." The uncle put away his gun, turned and left with Mu Youzi.

Fire, chaos, shouts, blood and snow - today's Millikin is still peaceful and peaceful.

"I said, as for achieving this level?" Mu Youzi looked back at the burning building like a torch: "We will be scolded when we go back?"

"No." The uncle smashed the window of a car on the side of the road with a fist, fumbled for the sun visor, took off the key and sat in: "We will be praised when we go back."

"Wusuo!" Mu Youzi was very surprised: "Could it be that something happened that I don't know?"

They belonged to Jia Ziyu - apart from killers, the real main business of this organization was intelligence.

"The Broken Cross did something in Eastern Europe before. They borrowed the layout of the Gate of Reality to release a special individual and lead it to another place."

The uncle drove the car, turned the steering wheel and turned a street corner, and met a surprised tourist on the side of the street.

The latter pressed his hat and continued to be surprised.

The uncle nodded calmly, looked away and continued driving.

"Other places?" Mu Yuzi scratched his head: "This has nothing to do with us, right? We're just doing business."

"The Republic, Dongshan City." The uncle stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom: "Ninth Bureau—and the one who was alarmed by them."

"..."

ps: continue tomorrow

Section 664 0653-Solution (for December monthly pass 12/?

British Isles·A Manor

Inside the huge manor, a young woman is drinking black tea gracefully.

Unlike some special movies that are talked about, this woman drinks tea for real tea - elegant posture, bone china teacup with exquisite printing, and a meticulous old butler in silver-haired tuxedo standing behind her.

This woman has everything that is the most "lady" that everyone can imagine, even the white gloves with lace and the long dress that is as gorgeous as roses are full of delicacy that penetrates to the bone.

This scene can be said to be very in line with the existence of the old-school British aristocratic temperament.