Of course, the hustle and bustle at the card table will also attract the attention of some gamblers around him. Victor glanced at it and could clearly see that there was a slight discomfort hidden in some people's expressions.
He suddenly had a plan, so he walked towards the casino security and said a few words to the other person.
Although the casino's security guards are also Thomas' subordinates, they are not the tycoon's personal bodyguards.
They have been maintaining order in the hall, so they are not aware of this game of catching a crook.
Thomas stared at Victor below, not understanding what medicine he was selling in his gourd.
"Let's go to the next place."
Victor called Henry, and then carefully made predictions.
It was previously calculated to be a happy one, but luck is unpredictable, and the results calculated at different time periods are very different. There are many people in the casino, and the crooks will probably not stick to one place to do anything. In Victor's eyes, the flow of people coming and going is like
That changeable fate.
Soon, the hexagram was revealed.
"Xiaoji! When a person is happy, he belongs to the wood year, and the first, fifth, and seventh are the masters of planning."
Victor chose one of the three directions and went to a game of stud.
This time, he stood aside and observed for a while, waiting for someone to leave the table before joining.
Immediately afterwards, the dealer began to deal cards to Victor and everyone present.
After previous attempts, Henry had become accustomed to the dealer's method and rhythm of dealing cards. He saw that there was one missing card in the early stages of observation, so before the first hand was finished, he handed over the crook on the gaming table.
Got it.
"It's that person..." Henry whispered to Victor.
After receiving the confirmation, Victor was surprised to find that the direction shown on his hexagram was almost the same as the position where the old man was sitting.
"You are cheating! You hid your cards in your pants, where is the security!"
Following Victor's shouts, the second crook was quickly whisked away by security.
Looking at Pierce who was helpless at the card table in the distance, Victor's confidence increased exponentially. He glanced at Henry with admiration, took a cigarette from the waiter's plate and handed it to him.
"It's a good start, let's keep up the good work." As he said that, Victor looked up at Pierce, who was pulling his chin, and pointed his middle finger in his direction.
Not only did Pierce fail to spot the crook, he also lost him a full 15 farka in the last round, and now his face is green.
"Shit luck..." Whedon cursed again upstairs.
But then, Victor perfectly explained how much weight these three words "shit luck" have.
About ten minutes later, the third crook was found by Victor. The guy also hid a dagger and was ready to stab the person who exposed him, but Henry was not a vegetarian.
He was restrained to the ground and then carried away by security guards.
Victor patted the dust on his clothes, pretending to be calm and made a yes gesture to the people watching on the second floor.
"Interesting, I retract my prejudice against Victor Damon. He is not the stupid prodigal son in the rumors. Mr. Josh, what do you think?" Thomas walked to the railing of the Aquarius Pillar, still holding the cup in his hand.
Champagne.
"No, no, this is an impulsive guy. I don't believe he is so discerning. Henry must have helped secretly. Maybe he did something?" Weeden moved closer to Thomas.
Thomas glanced mercilessly at the jealous agent beside him, and replied coldly: "I have just allowed Agent Henry to assist him, and I have also assigned two capable men to help Mr. Pierce.
His ability is no worse than that of the investigators of your Intelligence Bureau, so why is there no movement at all from Pierce?"
Weeden kept trying to find flaws between Victor and Henry, and began to gnash his teeth: "There is a problem here. None of the people accused by Victor admitted that they were conmen. This was all his one-sided words."
"Are the people in the Intelligence Bureau always so boring?" Thomas was a little tired of the person next to him. "My security guards found evidence from them. Will your Intelligence Bureau ignore the evidence when handling the case?"
Whedon was immediately speechless after hearing this.
……
The movement below attracted the attention of many people. No matter how stupid a con man is, he can understand that in the entire place, a troublemaker is arresting the con man next to him, and the big boss upstairs and the security guard in the lobby are arresting the con man.
Cooperate with him intentionally or unintentionally.
Suddenly, the remaining conmen seemed to start to restrain themselves, which made Victor's next actions not so smooth.
Another twenty minutes or so passed, and the one-hour time limit was very close. Pierce over there finally caught an outstanding newbie, and excitedly asked Thomas upstairs for credit.
"Victor...no one has come to these tables recently. Those guys are avoiding you, but your cousin has taken the opportunity." Henry reminded Victor from the side.
"Yes, I can feel it..." Victor was focusing on the card game. He looked at the cards in his hand and found very good points every time. He had won three games in a row and earned almost 40
Faka, the direction calculated by divination seems to have been biased towards the place where he can win money.
He even feels that he is now a different kind of "trickster".
If you rely on this fortune-telling hand, as long as you don't meet Chuqian, wouldn't he be invincible at the gambling table?
This is the theory, but luck is fickle and changes all the time, unless he changes places after one game.
"We've been here for too long. No one at this table is interested. Go check out other places and hurry up!" Henry looked at Pierce over there. With the help of two thugs, the other party tortured a person to confess.
I don’t know if it was the con man who gave in.
The young agent looked even more anxious than Victor.
"Don't panic, I have everything under control."
Victor and Henry talked, then spread out the cards in their hands, and took away all the money on the card table under the dumbfounded gazes of the other players.
This one will net you 20 French cards!
Without Thomas's help, he now has an income of 60 farka.
"It seems that our Mr. Victor has reached his limit..." Thomas placed the wine glass flat on the railing, shook his head with a smile on his face, thinking that Victor was helpless now.
Pierce over there knew that the time was approaching, so he began to instruct the two thugs to continue to force the gamblers to confess to the gambling game, causing people around him to panic and not know what he wanted to do.
Very quickly, Pierce forced another person to admit that he cheated at the poker table.
This trick worked repeatedly, and Pierce thought he had found a way to defeat Victor.
Now there are three crooks on Victor's side, and there are three people on Pierce's side, and it's less than five minutes from an hour.
However, at this moment, a security guard walked up to the second floor and whispered something into Thomas' ear, which caused the latter's expression to change on the spot.
"What? Nine people were caught?"
"Yes, half an hour ago, twelve people were preparing to leave one after another, but we detained them, and found thousands of hidden cards and sieves from nine of them..."
The security reply's voice was so loud that it was heard by Chief Inspector Josh and Weeden, who were still sitting on the sofa struggling.
Everyone showed shocked expressions, especially Weeden, who had a very bad feeling in his heart and asked in a trembling tone: "What...what do you mean?"
Thomas put out the cigar butt on the railing, drank the champagne in the glass, and then said: "Victor Damon... interesting... I saw him wrong, no, it should be me.
Look down on him!"
It turned out that Victor had asked the security guard in the casino for help, asking him to pay attention to the gamblers who would leave the venue next, and it would be best to search their bodies.
At first, the security guard was reluctant to do that kind of thing because it would affect the reputation of Cornwall Company, but after Victor promised to give him five farka, the other party actually agreed.
Unexpectedly, when he stood at the door and searched, he found a crook, so the security guard kept searching and soon caught nine crooks who wanted to leave.
Just now, there was a lot of noise about Victor catching cheaters in the card game. There are always some timid cheaters who would find various reasons to leave the game and run away during that period. Now they fell into Victor's trap. Now that Victor had won the money, of course he kept his promise and quietly stuffed the 5 French cards into the security guard's hands without letting anyone see it.
Of course, Thomas now knows Victor's methods.
"Twelve people..." Thomas' face was solemn, and he didn't know what he was thinking. The look he looked at Victor now no longer contained the contempt he had before, but instead looked like he was looking at a nail.
"How could this happen... Damn it! He is cheating! You only agreed to let Henry assist him!" Weeden yelled again, but the next second, Thomas poured cold water on him.
"Use all the resources around him rationally and bribe anyone who can be bribed to do things for him. This is his plan. Now that the plan is successful, this is enough."
This statement clearly acquiesces to Victor's method of buying off security.
The next moment, Victor won a few more hands. After deducting the money he paid for security, he also won nearly 100 French cards in one night, which can be said to be a bloody profit.
He collected the money and prepared to make room for others.
When he left the table, he looked up at the clock on the wall and felt reassured.
At this time, Pierce caught a passerby who was trying to avoid him and forced him to become the fourth conman. He thought that the number of people he caught exceeded Victor, and he was proudly declaring his victory... p>
The next moment, the time hand reached half past nine, and one hour was up...