The long-lost human connection...even in another world is no exception.
Fortunately, you don't have to wait too long, as the latest race will be held at the racecourse on the outskirts of Sanfran.
After Victor confirmed that Pickman was safe in the hospital, he secretly went to the racetrack and "accidentally" met Tony Carlos before the start of the game.
"Why are you here?" Tony was wearing casual clothes, as if he was afraid of being recognized.
"Of course...here to investigate." Victor told a very obvious lie.
Tony definitely didn't believe it, but he didn't expose the other party right away. Instead, he just laughed and prepared to leave.
"Then why did you come here?" Victor asked.
Tony's expression suddenly changed: "Of course...of course it's also to investigate the case...haha."
"Come on..." Victor didn't bother to pretend anymore, "I'm here to see you, Mr. Director, but I heard that you haven't been going particularly well lately, so I wanted to see if there's anything I can do to help you."
Tony's expression darkened, and after a moment of confusion, he walked into the auditorium of the racecourse and found a seat in a row in the middle.
Victor followed closely behind.
As soon as Tony sat down, he said to Victor: "Listen, you are the assistant minister of the Anti-Suppression Department. I know that I can't order you, so don't tell anyone else what happened today."
"Isn't it just betting on horse racing? Is it necessary for public entertainment to be secretive?" Victor raised his eyebrows.
Tony coughed: "After all, this is the capital of Sanfran, and I don't want to be seen by the guy with the white crown."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man next to him recognized him: "Tony Carlos, you are still passionate about the racetrack."
Sometimes, whatever you are afraid of will come to you. The man who recognized Tony was the management staff of a certain tower in White Crown.
Tony's face suddenly turned ugly, and he turned around and smiled at him hypocritically.
The latter did not introduce himself to his family, and Tony did not introduce him in detail to Victor. He only said that he was the person in charge of the Red Rock Tower. After the horse race, Victor didn't even know the guy's name.
However, the ensuing confrontation made Victor realize that the two men may have a long-term grudge.
The gentleman spoke first: "I heard that someone from the intelligence department in the Brass Tower went awry, and the case was handed over to you. Is that right? Mr. Tony?"
Tony clenched his fists and nodded stiffly.
The other party sneered: "You are busy, but it seems... you still have time to come and watch the horse racing. Did you sneak out? You have to be careful, don't be impeached by someone with intentions."
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Only then did Tony turn around and said softly to Victor: "That's what I'm worried about. That guy always targets me and often beats me."
"What kind of winning are you talking about? Betting on horses?"
"What do you think?"
The two whispered to each other for a moment, and the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows frivolously.
"I'll give you a suggestion, Mr. Tony. You should focus on your work. I'm afraid you will lose everything today, and then you will lose your position as branch director due to dereliction of duty."
This statement made it clear that he was going to make a report.
Although it was unclear what the White Crown's jurisdiction over the Inspectorate was, looking at Tony's expression, Victor could feel his resentment.
"Hey... let's go!"
Seeing that Tony was about to give up, Victor stabilized him, then changed positions with him, moved next to the middle-aged man, and stretched out his hand to him: "No. 99 of the Anti-Suppression Department, serving as assistant to the minister."
Faced with the friendly greeting, the man just glanced at Victor and did not shake hands with him.
"Department of Anti-Suppression? I'm not familiar with you. I'm a public employee of the White Crown. I have no interaction with you. I haven't in the past and I never will in the future."
What an unreasonable guy, Victor sneered in his mind, but he was not angered. Instead, he sat down and asked him: "Do you often come here to bet on horse racing?"
"I don't come here often...but when I do, I often run into Director Tony, just like today."
Victor turned his head and glanced at Tony, whose mood obviously became worse.
Victor turned back and asked the man again: "Do you always bet on different horses??"
"It's better to say that I'm avoiding him. It's really ridiculous. That guy has lost so many times and he always comes to join in the fun. I feel a little pity for him. He's stupid and naive."
As the saying goes, he is both good and fun-loving, which may describe a person like Tony.
But it doesn't matter if you lose or lose, it's the most uncomfortable thing to be ridiculed by your enemies every time.
Victor's purpose today is to help Tony win money, and of course he will not be scared away by these words.
He was too lazy to talk to the man next to him anymore, so he changed his position, sat on the other side of Tony and said softly to him: "That guy makes you very angry..."
"Nonsense!" Tony was a little angry, "If it weren't for his identity, I would really want to give that arrogant guy a hard blow and smash his dog face!"
Victor patted him on the shoulder: "If you can win the bet against him, you can vent your anger, what do you think?"
"Of course...but...but that bastard is my savior. As long as he is present, I have never won. I lose miserably every time. Damn it!" Tony said viciously.
Victor showed a weird smile: "That's because I wasn't with you in the past, but today, I'm here to help you win."
Tony's expression changed slightly: "Help me win? Wait..."
He realized something: "You don't want to...use the invisible technique, do you? That's not okay. Don't forget your identity. The existence of our Inspection Bureau is to prevent the abuse of the invisible technique."
Victor waved his hands indifferently: "Don't make any noise, my invisible skills will not hurt anyone, nor will they leave any traces. As long as you and I don't tell anyone, no one will know..."
Tony rolled his eyes, still feeling hesitant.
"You came here today just to help me win? Tell me, what are you planning?" he asked.
Victor was also very direct and told him: "Remember my informant?"
Tony immediately reacted: "So that's it. You're not really secretly hatching a plan behind William's back, are you? Why can't you get the minister's signature before taking action?"
Victor's face darkened: "You can treat this as a deal, and I can guarantee that the informant will not cause you any trouble. I will help you make a good fuss, but you must also help me. This is called
Equivalent exchange, isn’t it?”
Tony stared into Victor's eyes, still hesitant.
However, at this time, the first batch of horses had already settled down. The riders were checking saddles and other equipment, and the orderer next to them was also checking the bullets in the signal gun.
A racecourse staff member was walking down the aisle holding a wooden box, asking spectators one by one to place bets before the race.
Tony had already started counting the money. He forgot what Victor said and his eyes were full of excitement.
"He's both good and fun-loving..." Victor secretly complained to him, and then began to tell fortunes.
Although Victor's ability to find people and objects is not as good as those of fortune tellers, and he cannot use props such as divining sticks to directly obtain the exact answers of "yes" and "no", when it comes to matters such as gambling and luck, the fortune teller's
The ability is much easier to use than the fortune teller.
As the golden light on his knuckles flashed, Victor immediately calculated the number of the horse race.
He pressed Tony's hand that was about to place the bet, and then told him: "Numbers 3, 6, 9, choose any one."