I cut reality into a movie

Luo Meng complained in his heart, then turned around, looked at Qiqi who had just finished taking a bath, smiled and said, "Miss Eva, what dress I wear is not the focus tonight, after all, most of the gambling tables are men."

"The most important thing tonight is the effect of you, the great beauty. Only if you take away the souls of those stupid men, can I keenly capture the micro expressions when they lose their composure, and then judge whether the cards in their hands are good or not. bluff."

Listening to Luo Meng's expectations for her, Qiqi said happily: "So, whether you can win tonight's game or not depends entirely on whether my female partner can surprise the audience?"

"That's right, my Lady Luck, my fortune tonight rests entirely on you."

Smiling at Miss Qiqi, Luo Meng lowered his head and adjusted the Rolex watch on his wrist.

He is running away.

Because after Qiqi took a bath, the water vapor mixed with the fragrance of her body continued to hit, and Luo Meng's heartbeat was indeed a little faster.

He had to divert his attention as soon as possible to prevent himself from saying something inappropriate.

And when it comes to avoiding Miss Qiqi's charm, Romon has to praise the benefits of this presidential suite. There are not only two completely independent bedrooms, but even two completely independent bathrooms.

So today is also the first time for Luo Meng to see Miss Qiqi wearing a bathrobe.

"Hmm~~~~"

"Judging from Mr. Bond's reaction at the moment, I am very confident in my performance tonight."

Seeing the way Romon lowered his head to adjust his watch, Miss Qiqi smiled complacently, and then stepped forward to straighten Romon's bow tie.

"Mr. Bond, I really want to hear your heartbeat. It is strong and powerful. It sounds very pleasant. It is an easy target for thieves. Mr. Bond must watch it closely~"

She is at least 50 levels higher than Miss Tifa, who is low-attack and low-defense. Miss Qiqi, who will take the initiative to shoot when she sees a treasure she likes, suddenly launched a stealth attack on Romon.

But unfortunately, the man Romon is a bit shameless.

He would unscrupulously hook up with girls for the sake of movie scenes, and then he didn't want to betray his feelings for Officer Tifa, so in the face of Miss Phantom Thief's sudden confession, Romon decisively resorted to knocking on the door.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door of Romon's suite, and Pila's voice came from outside: "Mr. Bond, I'm coming in."

"Wait! Don't come in! I'm going out to find you!"

Pulling Miss Qiqi, who was only wearing a bathrobe, to hide behind her, Romon just waved his hands and said goodbye: "Miss Eva, I'm waiting for you at the game, don't be late!"

"Hehe, it turns out that after peeling off the superficial slutty shell, the inner you are so soft and youthful. I really want to find something interesting."

Interpreting Romon's avoidance as shyness, Miss Qiqi supported the dressing table and leaned back, with a gentle smile in the corner of her eyes.

On the contrary, it was Romon's side, after leaving Qiqi, he comforted himself in his heart: Wait, Ms. Qiqi, I will definitely make up for you in the future and help you get the best collection in the world.

As for myself, all I can say is sorry.

I really didn't mean to flirt with you, it's mainly because of the needs of the movie, you can call me shameless, but there's no way, in order to survive, who made you a strange thief, with good skills, and also looks so photogenic.

I can only rely on you shamelessly.

So, Miss Qiqi, I'm really sorry, you still want to get some material rewards from me, I can handle it enough.

Luo Meng kept apologizing to Qiqi in his heart, and then Pila appeared in front of Luo Meng with a nervous face, trembling with a long face:

"Bond, do you know what I just heard? I heard my own voice calling you! This hotel is not haunted, is it?"

It's crazy.

Not haunted anymore.

Silently correcting Pila's statement, Romon patted him on the shoulder with a smile and comforted him: "When I was studying medicine, I studied psychiatry for a while, so I'm sure you're hallucinating."

"But it doesn't matter. The occasional auditory hallucinations just mean that you have been under a lot of pressure recently. Once the pressure disappears after a while, your auditory hallucinations will be fine."

Reassuring Pila, Romon said goodbye, "Okay, I'll go to the casino to check it out first, and come here as soon as you get dressed."

Looking down at the wrinkled shirt on his body, and then at the straight dress, Pila silently decided to iron the clothes for himself later before wearing them.

After saying goodbye to Pila, Romon walked directly to the casino opposite the hotel.

After passing through the noisy lobby on the first floor, Romon came to the super VIP casino located in the basement. This place was completely different from the loose atmosphere outside. The security check alone had to go through three times, lest someone might hurt the VIPs inside with a sharp weapon.

"Sir, please come in."

"Thank you."

After receiving the watch and keys handed over by the security personnel, Luo Meng walked straight into the casino.

This is a specially designed casino with a luxurious interior, an independent bar, and even booths for the entourage to rest.

Of course, compared to these additional designs, the most eye-catching thing in this casino is the super gaming table on the central high platform, which is separated by a red velvet belt like a museum, and can accommodate up to 18 guests to play cards together.

Beside this super gambling table, stood a middle-aged man who was so emaciated that he seemed to have terminal cancer.

And this man is Romon's target today - Leon Oswell.

Romon saw Le En, and Le En saw Romon. Although he had never met Romon himself, he could feel from Romon's temperament that this handsome Asian man was the one who ruined everything for him. the culprit.

Grinning and biting his back molars, Le En forced a cold smile on his face and walked towards Romon:

"James Bond?"

Chapter 116 The local tyrant in the Middle East: You two are fighting, why am I the one who got hurt?

"James Bond."

Nodding in a calm voice, Romon took the hand that Le En offered.

On Le En's side, after confirming that Romon was his enemy, he instantly increased the strength in his hand, pinched Romon tightly and gritted his teeth: "Mr. Bond, I must thank you very much, because without you, There would be no such magnificent gamble today."

"No doubt, Mr. Lehn, I feel your enthusiasm."

Also increasing the strength in his hand, Romon sneered and sneered: "I enjoyed watching the circus performance you arranged in front of the hotel. If I have a chance to enjoy it next time, I must prepare the recording equipment in advance, otherwise It’s such a pity to watch a wonderful performance only once.”

Romon could clearly feel that the veins on Le En's forehead were swollen by the surging blood, which showed that Romon's precise sarcasm had indeed brought great spiritual impact to Le En.

His teeth were being bitten and his breathing became heavy at the same time. Cohen's body became the biggest obstacle for him and Romon to fight each other.

呲~~~

After the button of the medical nebulizer was pressed and the fine mist entered the alveoli, Le En regained the power to breathe.

"It's just a little problem, it won't affect our betting tonight."

With a not-so-good-looking smile to cover up the shackles on his body, Le En nodded and decided not to engage in such a disadvantageous lip-tongue confrontation with Romon.

He let go of his hand with Romon, patted Romon's shoulder instead, and threatened with a sneer: "I have more beautiful shows than circuses waiting for you, Mr. Bond, I wish you Have a good time tonight."

"Of course, Mr. Lehn, I will take your blessing and enjoy a perfect night."

After finishing the verbal confrontation with Le En, Romon continued to walk into the depths of the casino until a bearded man raised a glass of rye whiskey to him.

It is the support sent by the FBI, but these supports are not affiliated to Tifa, but from Falco, who is directly under Tifa.

So Romon couldn't count on these people to cooperate with him at all.

But when does 007 need the cooperation of his teammates?

Nodding his head slightly, after a simple signal, Romon came to the bar counter, propped his hands on the brown wood table, and waited for the game to officially start.

Another ten minutes passed, and after Pila came to Romon's side fully dressed, tonight's game officially began. A man with a parted hair in the middle and a hearty smile walked onto the central high platform and greeted everyone:

"Gentlemen and ladies, you are welcome."

"As you all know, the event we are going to play tonight is no-limit Texas Hold'em, with two hole cards and five community cards. As for the more specific rules, I believe you are already familiar with them, so I won't go into details. "

"Now, let me introduce to you, the gentleman by my side."

Taking a small step back, the host introduced to the man with a gold collar beside him: "Mr. Montesquieu, from the Swiss Bank, responsible for keeping your betting money."

"Good evening, friends." Montesquieu stepped forward and said, "You have already deposited 500 million US dollars into the public account, and then if you need it, you can wire another 1000 million US dollars. "

"These bets will be temporarily kept by the bank until the final winner of the game emerges, and then the bank will remit the bet to any electronic account designated by the winner."

"Okay, everyone will come up one by one next, and enter your withdrawal password in this encryption machine."

As he spoke, Montesquieu pointed to a custom-made encryption machine the size of a laptop.

"Accountant Pilar, your working hours are up."

In the original movie, the person who received the withdrawal password on stage was the hero Bond, and he also used the heroine's name as the password, playing a little romantic mood.

But in reality, the FBI executives would not hand over their precious banknotes to Romon, so this link of entering the password can only be performed by accountant Pila.

Or Luo Meng can be more straightforward, directly subtracting this shot, as Pila's long face, and losing a chance to be on the scene.

Just when Romon, as the director, was seriously thinking about how to arrange his own plot, the cumbersome link of entering the password passed silently. When Romon came back to his senses again, he was already sitting at the gambling table.

A total of eighteen players gambled together, but Romon and Le En happened to sit opposite each other, and it was not known whether this seat was specially arranged by Le En.

"Mr. Bond, I look forward to your gambling skills."

"Gambling skills? If Mr. Le En is looking forward to my gambling skills, then I can inform you in advance, you will be disappointed, because I never look at skills when I gamble, only luck."

"Mr. Bond, luck is not a reliable thing."

"But Lady Luck is sure."

Romon smiled and said, "Especially because I have found a perfect lady of luck this time, I believe she will bring me a great victory."

"But I think that a train steward can bring you a cup of hot coffee at most."

Le En showed his intelligence ability from the side, and then snapped his fingers at the bald subordinate beside him: "Bring me a cup of black coffee, remember, it must be hot."

In the second verbal confrontation, Le En gained the advantage on the scene, but this kind of back and forth pulling is exactly what Romon needs as a director.

Otherwise, if 007 always plays Wushuang, what's the point? You have to let the villain have an advantage.

Romon didn't continue to fight back, but just smiled confidently, waiting for the croupier to deal out the first round of cards.

Gada, Gada.

Le En shook the chips in his hands, making irregular collision sounds. This is a technique on the gaming table, which creates noise to put pressure on the opponent.

From the moment he was on the table, he started playing with this kind of careful thinking. It can be seen that Le En really values ​​today's game, and it also shows that he is really good at playing cards.

[3 hearts, 5 hearts, 8 hearts]

Looking at the three chapters of the community cards on the table, the 18 players on the table immediately began to check the cards. After all, in front of this kind of hole cards, the probability of the opponent having a flush is too high, so most players chose to be conservative. response.

Gada, Gada.

When it was Le En's turn to make a statement, he still calmly rolled the chips in his hands, his brownish gray eyes swept across the crowd, and finally fixed his gaze on Romon, then smiled and threw out two chips:

"Raise, 50 million."

Ha ha.

Play tricks with me, right?

As a shameless caller, Romon can clearly see the hole cards of everyone on the table, so he is very clear that Le En's hand is bluffing, and by making a strong raise, he will give his opponent a flush illusion.

On the other hand, Romon's hand is actually bigger than Le En's.

But... suppressing first and then rising is the most classic rhythm of storytelling, so in the face of Le En's strong pressure, Romon decided to have a contest of mutual pressure with the other party, and then lost on his side.

Touching the hand cards on the table with his hand, Romon opened his hand and exchanged the hand cards to be smaller than Le En, then grabbed two chips and threw them on the table: "Call."

"OK, close the cards."

After collecting the cards of the other discarded players into the deck, the croupier said, "Next is the heads-up session."

Another [8 of Clubs] was turned over as the hole card, and the croupier raised his hand to signal Le En to raise.

click.

This time, Le En only flipped the chips in his hand once, then threw four 4 denomination chips to the gaming table: "Raise, 25 million."

"and."

Romon also threw four chips, and with his chips thrown, Pyla, who was standing on the edge of the gaming table, widened his eyes: "My God, what kind of magic card did Bond get, come up!" Dare to bet so big in the first game?"

Pila stared blankly at the gambling table, where Romon had already placed 150 million bets, feeling in his heart how lucky this kid was.

With the same idea as him, there is also the FBI support team headed by Big Beard. They also naively believe that the reason why Romon dared to make such a no-limit raise is because he has an excellent hand.

"Mr. Bond, you have already bet one-tenth of your chips. I am curious about what kind of hand you have that can make you so confident."

Seeing Romon keep calling, Le En was a little flustered because his hand was not good. He teased Romon with words, trying to catch some flaws in his statement.

"Yeah, what kind of card did I get? Mr. Le En only needs to re-bet for another round, won't he be able to know the answer?"

This bastard will play with me again, right?