"That guy is full of nonsense, and he has indeed harassed several women in Faerun. I'm afraid we won't be able to use this to attack Faerun!"
Phoebe heard this and said disapprovingly: "Bring Felan and his women back together is the end of it! We can definitely ask the victim to return to the police station to assist in the investigation!"
This idea is a bit simple and crude, but it was approved by Genke: "Captain, I think Phoebe's idea is good!"
Amena waved his hand with a wry smile: "It's not that simple... First of all, there are too many cameras in the casino, and the causes and consequences are too clear. For such a trivial matter, Phelan holds a diplomatic passport. If the NSA brand is not displayed, there will be no passport. Don’t let him go, but don’t forget, if we really want to reveal our identity and arrest someone, we must ask for permission from the superiors, which is different from killing people!”
Phoebe and Genke were both stunned, and then both smiled bitterly.
"Secondly, you two don't fully know the information about the women around Phelan. Among them is the daughter of Supreme Justice Quest, who is currently Phelan's personal lawyer and mistress. If she is unwilling to assist in the investigation, she will not If you are willing to go back to the police station with us, I'm afraid if we take Feilan away, the pressure calls from the judicial, diplomatic and other departments will be made to the director... After all, the director has already ordered that our current task is only to monitor the police. Rather than arrest or kill, in other words, what we do is disobeying orders from the top. Do you think the director will be satisfied?"
Phoebe and Genke's expressions became even more bitter. Disobeying the orders of their superiors was a taboo in any political department, but if the three of them didn't have the protection of the NSA, how could they take Feren away? How could they resist the dark forces? What about those enemies in the world who are comparable in strength to them? Therefore, there is no better way to throw a rat out than to avoid it.
"Then what should we do now?" Phoebe's frosty face became even colder.
"We can only stand still for the time being." Amena spread his hands and said, "Waiting for news from the CIA's top agent!"
"CIA?" "Kingsman?!" Phoebe and Genk were confused.
Having already mentioned it, Amena has no intention of hiding it from the two of them: "It's the female reporter who is hanging around Ferun... Although I'm not sure whether she has been noticed by Ferun, it still matters whether there are nails or not. The difference."
Phoebe and Genke looked at each other, somewhat uncomfortable.
Meanwhile, Golden Palace Casino.
The preliminary rounds of the gambling competition are coming to an end, and no one can come close to the results of the three Feren.
"Wow, are the top three in the 1998 gambling competition so awesome?"
"Hmph, you really don't know how to restrain yourself. Even if you shoot with a gun, you won't even understand!"
"Perhaps they were afraid that everyone would have too good grades and be pushed out of the top 500, so these three people showed off their unique skills."
"That's right, who didn't save a few cards?"
Just when many gamblers who were at the bottom of the total score were staying in the VIP room, complaining, envying, and hating, a handsome Hispanic guy about the same age as Feren pushed the door open and entered, accompanied by two entourages. to the VIP room.
Since the primary election was temporarily held in the VIP hall, there were not many VIPs staying in the hall. Almost all of them came in a group. After watching the gamblers draw cards a few times, some people would feel bored and leave. , and so on.
Also, the guys who can enter the VIP room are all rich people, and rich people tend to be self-respecting. It’s enough to see things like catching cards as a novelty, and not pay too much attention to them, unless there are rich people who love gambling. , only then will you be able to fully understand the various techniques and techniques used in catching cards.
As for the stranded VIPs, most of them are rich women. The reason is very simple. The saying "boxing is afraid of young people" is also applicable in the gambling world. The average age of the gamblers who come to participate in the primary election is not more than thirty years old, and there are many handsome men among them.
It is not surprising that rich women are often lonely and stay here to hook up with gamblers.
After the handsome Latino man entered the VIP room, he immediately caught the eyes of most rich women. It must be said that this guy does have the appearance that any woman would admire. The most eye-catching thing about him is his typical bronze skin, which is like amber
Same beautiful eyes
The eyes and the dark golden curly hair even made many rich women scream. The sunny and handsome facial features, combined with the angular mouth and the lazy smile full of female provocation, even made the rich women one by one.
I can't wait to rush in and take a few bites.
Even the staff stammered a bit when they met him: "First of all, hello sir, may I ask you, are you also here to participate in the primary and primary elections?"
"Of course, my name is Mike Lord!" The handsome Hispanic man's voice was so magnetic that the rich women who were still hesitant to watch from a distance couldn't help but gathered around the card machine.
The staff quickly checked the registration list on the computer and quickly retrieved the name of the handsome Hispanic guy Lord: "Hello, Mr. Lord, do you know the rules of the card dealer?"
Lord glanced at the total score sheet and nodded. He was about to say "clear", but he never thought that a guy with stubble on his face and an anxious face suddenly lined up the rich women who were watching, walked in and interjected: "Now I have collected two
People, can we start now?"
"Who is this? How rude!"
"That's right, it's too rough!"
"No, I think he is quite stylish."
"Rough is good, I like it!"
The rich women naturally made comments about the bearded man who suddenly came in.
Listening to those discussions, the staff snickered in their hearts, but said: "You can start at any time, but according to the previous rules of hundreds of people, the duration of dealing cards is unified to three seconds. You two have no objection, right?"
"I know, it's so annoying!" The bearded man looked impatient.
"I have no problem!" Lord also said clearly.
"OK, the countdown for dealing cards starts in three seconds, three, two, one!"
As soon as he finished speaking, strings of cards came out of the two card-dealing ports on the left and right of the card dealer at the same time. Lord and the bearded man took a brief look at the dazzling lines on the upward-facing strings of cards, and then they all took action and started grabbing cards.
"Beep!" "Beep!"
In about a second, their hands touched the sensor. The only difference was that Lord pressed the sensor with his free hand, while the bearded man pressed it with his right hand that grabbed the card.
Just after the sensor beeped, Lord and the bearded man both glanced at each other's sensor display.
"One second and five-one!" This is the result of the bearded man.
"One second, 044!" This is the result of Lorde, a handsome Latino man.
Both of them had ten cards in their hands, and each had a total of blackjack. However, after a rich woman nearby broadcast the result, the rich woman burst out with a shocking shout: "Yeah!!"
It seems that handsome guys are always more popular than rugged men with stubble.
On the contrary, Lord and the bearded man both had wry smiles on their lips. The bearded man took the lead and said: "Let me meet you, my name is Ricky Bisha, I am not as good as you!"
Lord also reported his name, pointed to the top three on the results list, and said: "There are even more fierce ones. It seems that the 1998 World Gambling Championship is called the Golden Gambling Championship for a reason!"
Bi Xia, a bearded man, curled his lips and said: "Gambling doesn't just rely on hand speed!"
"But it won't work if you move too slowly!" Lord retorted slightly, then invited: "I want to go have a drink, do you want to join us?"
"What I wish for!"
So the two of them left together and seduced seven or eight rich women at the same time.
At 6:30 in the evening, Feilun had just finished dinner when he received a call from Stanley Ho himself: "Brother Feilun, the opening ceremony is about to start, are you all ready?"
Feilun glanced at the three girls who were still choosing dresses, wearing only underwear and bras, and said helplessly: "That's about right!"
"Okay, I'll wait for you in the banquet hall downstairs, haha!" Stanley Ho smiled tacitly and then hung up the phone.
"I told you to hurry up!" Feilun shouted impatiently, "You have been choosing for more than half an hour before eating. You have even chosen the time to eat. Now you are still choosing. Do you want me to call the organizer and tell you?
The opening ceremony has been rescheduled to tomorrow morning!”
"Okay, okay, we heard it, don't push it, the more you push us, the more chaotic it will be!" Yusha said with a slight dissatisfaction. Christina also gave Feren an angry look.
Only Miliya knew Faerun's temper, so she finally made up her mind and chose a light-colored dress. She put it on three times, five times and five times twice, and even came to Faerun, generously showed him her snow back, and said: "Help me
Fasten the zipper in the back!”
Feren stretched out his hand and scratched her skin twice, which made Miliya's ears feel hot. Just when she was about to scream, he zipped up the zipper with a "whisper". The whole process was like a dragonfly, which made Miliya throw a big blow.
A hygienic eye.
When Feren saw this, he was about to take a bite of her rosy cheek, but Miliya gently avoided it and walked away: "Don't make trouble, I still have to touch up my makeup!"
Fortunately, Miliya came back after finishing her makeup quickly and took the initiative to apply perfume on Faerun's face. At the same time, Yusha and Christina also changed into their dresses and started to touch up their makeup.
When the two of them came out of the dressing room and saw the red lip marks on Faylan's face, they both couldn't stop giggling, but they didn't cry out under the look in Miliya's eyes.
In fact, Feren didn't know why they were laughing, but he deliberately didn't wipe the red lip marks, and just raised his elbow towards Miliya beside him.
Miliya opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but after a moment of hesitation, she held back her words. She relaxed her pink arms, took Feilun's arm, and walked out of the presidential suite together.
Although Yusha and Christina felt a little sad when they saw this, they didn't show it on their pretty faces. They held hands together and followed Feilun out of the door.
When they got to the elevator, seeing that Feilun still seemed oblivious to the red lip marks on his face, Yusha couldn't help but remind her: "Alan, on your face..."
"What's wrong with my face?" Feilun pretended to be shocked and reached out to touch the red lip mark.
When Miliya and Christina saw this, they cried out in their hearts that they had made a mistake. Miliya quickly made up for it: "It's okay, I just made a mark for you with my mouth. It's quite sexy!" As she said,
He stretched out his bare hand to help Feilun erase the lip marks.
Feilun glanced at the three women and said, "In that case, each of you three can give me a mark!"
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