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Listening to Romon's statement, Le En smelled the same stench as him, a false stench emanating from posturing.

This bastard is really tricky!

Le En gritted his teeth with a grinning grin, looked at the dealer's last hole card [4 of Spades], and threw four chips again: "Raise, 100 million."

"Call." Romon confronted without hesitation.

And as the two of them completed their last raise, the croupier in charge of dealing the cards raised his hand and announced: "The betting is over, please ask player number 14 to show his cards."

pat.

Sliding his hand to the croupier, Le En showed his hole cards: a [3 of Spades] and a [K of Diamonds], which happened to make two pairs with the hole cards.

Hey!

Is this bastard's hole card so bad! ?

He was sure that the first move in the opening game, everyone will bet conservatively, so he played this limit pressure game!

Dare to take 500 million dollars as a bet, the players present are not only rich, but also have certain achievements in the level of gambling.

So when this group of people saw Le En's hole cards, they immediately understood that this bastard was playing limit pressure, and he was using the conservative mentality of other players at the beginning of the game.

Seeing through Le En's playing style, these players will naturally add the same idea to Romon - this kid, can't he also exert extreme pressure.

Seeing all the players on the table looking at him in unison, Romon shook his head with a smile, and flipped out the cards in his hands: a [2 of Hearts] and a [Q of Clubs], which can only be combined with the hole cards to form a pair. It's lower than Le En's hole card.

"Mr. Bond, you lied."

Looking at the hole cards that Romon showed, Le En immediately burst into a triumphant smile: "You said that you are not good at gambling, but judging from the results, you are actually an expert at playing tricks."

"Then I haven't played with you before, Mr. Lehn, your extreme pressure is really beautiful."

Romon generously admitted his failure, but the FBI colleagues who came with him were not as generous as him, especially Pila, who was already blushing and kept waving his hands to let Romon step down.

"My friends, excuse me for a moment."

Throwing out a chip of 250 as the small blind, Romon rolled his cuffs and walked off the table, and was pulled aside with an urgent expression: "Bond, do you really know how to gamble? Did you lose [-] million in the first game?"

"There is always a price to be paid for temptation." Romon explained with a smile.

"But the price is too high!" Pila tightly tugged on Romon's cuff, and looked at the bearded man in the corner of the casino: "You should understand that money from high-level executives is not so easy to get, let alone so It's easy to lose!"

"So... are these people here to threaten me? I thought they were here to support me." Romon also looked at the bearded man and the others, and was immediately tortured with eyes that were almost skinning and scraping.

"They won't do anything to you directly, but it's hard to say indirectly."

"Really, then our organization is really cruel enough."

Romon nodded, then walked to the bar counter, and ordered to the bartender: "For a martini, you need three-thirds of gin, one serving of absinthe, add ice, shake well without stirring, and finally, a slice of lemon."

Pointing out Bond's signature martini drinking method, Romon walked towards the gaming table with a glass filled with golden liquor, and before taking the stage, he raised the glass to the bearded man in the corner, and said with his lips:

I prefer this to rye whiskey.

To Romon's 'greetings', the bearded man returned a murderous look in his eyes. Obviously, he was very unhappy with Romon now.

Back at the gaming table, Romon lost two small rounds in a row, throwing out nearly a million chips.

"Mr. Bond, with all due respect, you may not be suitable for the game of Texas Hold'em."

When Romon proposed a bet to Le En, Le En was very worried. Romon dared to propose Texas Hold'em to him to decide the outcome. It must be that Romon is very good at this game.

But the result is, let alone Romon is good at Texas Hold'em, Le En is now beginning to doubt whether Romon will play this game, this kid thinks this game, not to mention watching the main character play it in a movie. As long as you are lucky, you can win money.

Facing Le En's ridicule, Romon just shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "I just haven't arrived yet, and my luck will come when she takes her place."

"Then Mr. Bond, you have to lose slowly. Don't lose all your chips and walk off the gaming table dimly before the flight attendant arrives."

After taunting Romon for the last time, Le En stopped paying attention to Romon, a rookie, but turned his attention to the other powerful players on the table.

"Mr. Bond, do you want to continue to raise? If you reraise, you will be heads-up with this player number 4."

Because Romon kept losing money, even the croupier remembered the name of this unlucky guy, and reminded him very kindly that if he kept following up in such a mindless way, he would have to fight with the bet 300 million The No. 4 Middle Eastern local tyrant was singled out.

Everyone at the gaming table was watching Romon, especially the local tycoon in the Middle East, with his brown eyes flashing, expecting that Romon would continue to be stupid and fill up some chips for him who also lost consecutively.

Compared to the expectations of everyone at the gaming table, the FBI colleagues who came with Romon had already lost sight of their companions, especially Pila, who had already sat down in front of the bar counter with a dispirited face, and began to look after himself. He drank the wine by himself.

"Yeah, should I continue to follow up?"

He knew that everyone was waiting to see his joke, but Luo Meng deliberately dragged his voice, waiting for Miss Qiqi to appear.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

In the silent casino, there was the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the ground.

And turning their heads following the voice, everyone in the casino stopped breathing.

Ms. Qiqi, who was wearing a purple evening dress, made a grand appearance with her shiny waist twisting. Her well-dressed gorgeous face became the most dazzling focus in this VIP casino.

With lotus steps moving slightly, Qiqi came to Luomeng's side, and seeing most of the chips in front of Luomeng, Qiqi not only did not doubt Luomeng's gambling skills, but also began to wonder what kind of conspiracy this kid was playing.

There is no way, as Qiqi, who witnessed the filming process of "The Tuner" with her own eyes, rather than making her believe that Luo Meng will foolishly participate in an unsure gamble, it is better to let her believe that Luo Meng will be struck to death by lightning.

At least the second half, there is a one-in-a-billion possibility.

"Honey, it seems that you didn't get off to a good start tonight." After comprehensively judging the situation, Qiqi laughed and teased Romon.

"No way, who made my lady luck come so late."

Stretching his arms back, Luo Meng put his arms around Qiqi's waist, looked up at the beautiful woman he was traveling with, and said with a smile on his lips: "So, my lady luck, you don't plan to do anything for your lateness." Some compensatory act?"

Seeing Luo Meng begging for compensation with a smile on his face, Qiqi instantly understood that this was part of Luo Meng's gambling plan, and that Luo Meng had never discussed this plan with her in advance, because the man in front of her had absolute love for her. Trust, I believe she can understand and cooperate with me.

This bastard!

Why is it always exciting in such a strange place!

Smart people always have a complicated way of thinking. Miss Qiqi has no feeling for ordinary romantic behavior, but her unexpected absolute trust in Romon has severely pried the heart of her, Miss Phantom Thief.

However, Ms. Phantom Thief is a person who pursues art. Although she is tempted, she does not offer her precious first kiss like in this tasteless underground casino.

So she let go of Romon's seductive lips, and just pecked lightly on Romon's left cheek.

Soft, rich, fiery, with a hint of delicate fragrance.

Although Luo Meng had a premonition that Miss Qiqi would kiss him after he said that, but after being kissed by Miss Qiqi, he realized that he had overestimated his determination.

Calm down, Romon, it's just filming, don't think about those who are there or not, it's just filming!

Just when Luo Meng kept brainwashing herself with the word "filming", Miss Qiqi had already straightened her body, and used her acting skills honed over the years to perfectly cover up her shyness.

She just looked at Romon with a smile, and asked softly, "How? My dear, is this compensation enough?"

"Enough, at least enough to win this bet."

Qiqi has the acting skills of a movie queen, and Luo Meng is also hesitant. He adjusted his mentality in an instant, and after re-entering the identity of Bond, he pushed all the chips in front of him directly to the gambling table:

"ALL IN!"

If it's just two people flirting ambiguously, this kind of thing is already common among players at the gambling table, but after flirting, they turn around and put all their chips in. This is the first time for the old gamblers present to see it.

Is this bastard crazy?

Is there anyone who plays cards like this?

Seeing Romon ALL IN all the chips, the players on the gaming table were stunned for a moment. Their first thought was: This kid is really crazy.

But on second thought, no matter how stupid Romon was, he wouldn't be fooling around like this.

So there is a high probability that this is another extreme pressure, and it is an extreme pressure with the cooperation of someone.

"Mr. Bond, there are some routines. You can catch them by surprise if you play them once, but if you play a lot, even if you play tricks, no idiot will be fooled again."

The only local tycoon in the Middle East who was still eligible to bet, looked at the two aces in his hand, and pushed all his chips into the gaming table without hesitation: "I am also ALL IN."

"The betting is over. Player No. 4, please show your hole card first." The croupier looked at Romon beside him speechlessly, and then raised his hand to signal the local tycoon in the Middle East to show his hole card.

"Two Aces!"

The local tycoon in the Middle East held an A in one hand, and looked at Luo Meng with a sneer on his face: "I am a person who never likes bluff, if there is, there is, and if there is no, there is no!"

After receiving the two aces from the hands of the local tycoon in the Middle East, after combining the croupier and the hole cards, he read out the final deck of the local tycoon in the Middle East: "Full house, three aces plus a pair of 8s."

"Oh~~~Fuck! What is this idiot doing!"

Seeing the hole cards shown by the local tycoon in the Middle East, Pila was completely desperate. He directly cursed Romon for his stupidity and madness, and began to regret how he could appreciate such an arrogant fool.

Compared with Pila's despair, the FBI's bearded side is more angry.

He looked at the hole cards of the local tycoon in the Middle East, and then at the chips of Romon ALL IN. In a fit of rage, he broke the wide-mouthed wine glass in his hand, and let the whiskey inside spill all over the floor:

The bloody idiot!

Pain for loved ones often means fast for enemies.

Le En looked at Romon, who was about to leave the stage in an ugly manner less than half an hour after he took the stage, and he felt very happy: "Mr. Bond, judging from the current situation, your pretentious and extreme pressure may be about to fail again. .”

"Maybe." Romon grasped Le En's key words: "It may fail, but it also means it may work. Why didn't Mr. Le En guess that I was the latter possibility?"

"Because there is only a three-in-a-thousand chance of that possibility."

Le En said with a smile: "Mr. Bond, unless the flight attendant behind you can give you the three-thousandth probability of a straight flush, otherwise you can pack your things today and get ready to go home."

"Mr. Lehn, maybe my goddess of luck is that three-thousandth good luck!"

Slightly hook the corners of the mouth.

Flip the hand.

Romon granted absolute silence to the entire casino.

Chapter 117 Mr. Lehn, I like your gifts from Africa very much!

"Win beautiful! Bond."

Facing Romon, who had completed a magnificent reversal and returned victorious from the gambling table, Pila immediately went up to congratulate with a glass of dry martini: "According to your habits, three parts gin, one part vodka, half part absinthe, Shake with ice, and a slice of peeled lemon."

"Well, thank you, this is my favorite flavor."

Taking the goblet filled with golden wine, Romon deliberately drank it in front of Le En's eyes, creating an illusion that he had a special liking for this wine, so as to hint at Le En , so that when it is time for him to prescribe the medicine, he must decisively seize the opportunity to prescribe the medicine.

Romon is here to prepare for the next movie plot, while Pyla, who is on the sidelines, is still immersed in the great victory just now. He looked at the relaxed and freehand Romon, and analyzed Zhuge Liang afterwards:

"Bond, you planned all this in advance, right?"

"By disguising yourself as an idiot who is not good at playing cards, and then when everyone puts their guard down on you, suddenly come back with a Jedi hand, and win a lot of chips."

"Look at that Middle Eastern oil guy who was tricked by you, the way he looks at you now, he really wants to skin you and cramp you."

Analyzing Romon's conspiracy at the gaming table with reasonable evidence, Pyla asked in confusion: "Bond, although I can understand your strategy of showing weakness to the enemy, I don't quite understand it. How do you guarantee your last move?" The card can be won steadily, how can you guarantee that you will win when Miss Eva comes?"

"Accountant Pila, do you know what the essence of gambling is?" Facing Pila's questioning, Romon didn't answer, but asked a rhetorical question.

"Hmm... the nature of gambling?"

Pilar had several answers in his mind, but he wasn't sure if he had the right idea: "Bond, you know, I'm not good at gambling."

"It's luck." After drinking half of the remaining wine in his hand, Romon explained with a smile: "Whether it's the strategy on the gaming table or the calculations on the gaming table, the prerequisite for these things to work is that you have good luck." .”

"So you just won because of luck?" Pila was stunned.

"To be more precise, it depends on the lady luck around me."

After pulling Miss Qiqi's fingertips to his lips and kissing them lightly, Romon waved his hands and returned to the gaming table.

Contrary to the last time when Romon returned to the gaming table after a big defeat and the players treated him like a clown, this time Romon returned to the gaming table with a complete victory.

As far as the hand he just showed was weak, if it wasn't for the local tycoon in the Middle East showing too much pressure and causing other players to fold their cards with guilt, the player who lost to Romon might not be just the local tyrant in the Middle East.

This is a strong opponent, but also likes to play tricks!

All the players at the poker table silently regarded Romon as their number one rival, not to mention Le En, who had already sentenced Romon to death in his heart, and just waited for a while for the intermission before sending his men down to kill this bastard. Lose.

"Mr. Bond, it seems that I want to sincerely say sorry to you for my arrogance just now." Even though the killing intent in his heart was overwhelming, he still smiled on the surface. Le En vividly interpreted the appearance of a beast in clothes.

And Romon likes his kind of forbearance, and keeps using the virtual camera to capture the murderous look in Le En's eyes. While throwing chips, Romon smiled and said:

"Mr. Lehn, I believe a glass of 1996 Lombardy red wine may be a good apology gift."

"A glass of Lombardy?" Hearing the name of the red wine mentioned by Romon, Le En asked puzzledly: "I thought you would prefer martinis."

"It's my lucky lady who likes it." Romon continued to raise chips while speaking.

"Hehe, it seems that Mr. Bond is still a romantic man."