The old man with a mustache who walked out of the shack was the same as the beast general who walked in in terms of height and shape. Only his appearance had undergone a radical change, including of course his attire, but when he walked, his back was straight, and even
Even his knees rarely bend. It is not difficult for a discerning person to tell that he is a soldier, and a veteran professional soldier.~~
After disguising himself, McCrary seemed to be enjoying this game that belonged to him. The cigar butt in his mouth flickered vigorously, blowing out a stream of thick and mellow smoke. It was clearly layered and curled up into the sky. It was clearly the best Cuban cigar.
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The jeep started again, and a turbulent cloud of yellow sand rose up behind the wheels. When it fell, the car had already left the broken shack and moved away.
Las Vegas is like a huge whirlpool born in the desert. It swallows up the wealth gathered from all over the world in an almost gentle way. Even its edges are naturally dyed with the color of gold.
sè, although the large casino in the city center is crowded with gamblers, the surrounding small casinos are also densely populated. The gambling city shows its unique charm all the time.
From the outside, Hamilton Casino looks like a hotel full of western style. It is almost a pure wooden structure. There are a few old stairs with wooden railings on both sides. There are two large mottled doors, which are of course also made of wood. Push in.
It will also squeak, as if it is in danger of falling off at any time if it is slightly stronger, but you can rest assured that these are two large doors covered with wood and metal. Even if they are shot at with a rifle, at most they will leave behind
A pitted spot.
There are two rows of widely spaced pig iron hitching posts in front of the door. In the era when horses were riding horses and carrying revolvers, there were almost every hotel door. However, now they are used as parking spaces. There are no less than fifty cars parked at the door.
The cars, including several luxury cars such as Hummers and Lincolns, show that the business inside is very good.
A dusty Jeep came from afar. JEEP is a bad brand. As an off-road vehicle, its performance is absolutely first-rate. Sitting in the car was an old cowboy with a strong figure and a mustache. He wore white washed jeans and a pair of round belts.
Short leather boots with shaped spurs and a wide-brimmed cowboy hat with clear pleats. Not many can maintain this style these days. From the shining yellow ring on his left finger, it is easy to see that this old man is rich.
Many rich people will develop some incomprehensible quirks. There are many people who dress in strange clothes. There are also people who collect all kinds of weird things. There are even some who like to collect women's underwear. They are not short of money, or this is all
A kind of willfulness formed after getting rich, going one's own way, and it makes sense if I like it.
When a casino opens a business, it doesn’t matter whether you are a male or a half. As long as you have money in your pocket, you are the uncle. If you are willing to spend the money, you are the uncle. If you lose all, you will be the grandson. In fact, it is not only like this in casinos, there are people who have consumption.
This is the case in many places.
After disguising himself, McClary had to stand at the entrance for a while every time he came to the casino. It might be two minutes, or it might be longer. The black driver parked the car and got out, and stood beside the guy in a very polite manner.
There was still half of the cigar left in McClary's hand. This was also the time when the cigar was at its most refreshing. He took a puff of the cigarette and asked in a low voice: "Mike, do you know who I am?"
Mike is the name of the black driver. McCrary would ask the same question every time he stood at the entrance of the casino. If it were anyone else, he would be pitiful. Whose rich old man is this? He even forgot his own name.
Go home and ask your mother!
Mike lowered his hands and replied expressionlessly: "You are Mr. Keniton, and you are very rich."
McCrary nodded with satisfaction. He would ask this question every time he came here. The reason was very simple. The black driver named Mike had a little problem with his brain. He needed to get a deeper impression. Almost all lycanthropic genetic warriors were smart.
Idiots always have one nerve that is slow to respond.
"Let's go, I hope I can have good luck this weekend." McClary flicked the ash from the end of his cigar and bowed his back as much as possible when walking, so that he looked more like an ordinary old man, but he was stiff
But my knees always don't want to bend, and it's awkward when I walk.
There is a saying that the deeper the city, the easier it is for people to make low-level mistakes invisibly, just like hiding their ears and stealing the bell.
Pushing open the two large creaking doors, McCrary's eyes flashed. He liked the atmosphere here very much. He smoked and drank to his heart's content. When he won money, he could yell loudly and throw his chips into the air. There would be no chance of them falling.
People will pick up what belongs to you. Every time he comes here, the silent blood in his body will boil like soju, as if there is already a taste of whiskey in his mouth.
Hamilton is a real casino. There are fifty wooden gaming tables in the nearly 600-square-meter hall, and the floor is covered with thick sheepskin carpet. If you take off a piece and shake it, at least a few kilograms of yellow sand will fall.
The gamblers drank heavily and shouted at the gambling table, some even shouted hysterically. There was a loud clatter of various gambling instruments and chips, the wildest gambling method with a strong western style. Of course, if
If someone gets drunk and loses all his money and acts rogue here, he will be carried out in less than two minutes.
Various women in skimpy clothes sway their big butts between the gambling tables. If they are cheated by gamblers with ulterior motives, they usually won't be angry, because sometimes women need things that men need.
People also have needs, and they can express them freely here.
McCrary walked to the counter leisurely with a cigar in his mouth, ordered a glass of whiskey as usual and exchanged it for two stacks of chips, no more, no less, and kept them shaking in his pocket. Four hours of gambling was enough for him.
A very temperate person, a beast who prides himself on being able to enjoy gambling.
The black man Mike followed the old man every step of the way, like a loyal slave, with no sparkle in his eyes, so empty that there was no trace of fireworks. In other words, at this moment, he was just a breath of air.
McClary's favorite gambling is dice, the kind of dice that people roll. In fact, there is not much difference between human dice and electronic dice in casinos. They both place bets first and then roll the dice. The bet is just luck.
Snapped!
Two hundred-dollar chips stacked together were placed on the small circle. McCrary's first hand was not big. What he wanted was a process. The whiskey glass in his hand did not shake at all when he placed the bet. The bet was completed.
He gently brought it to his mouth and was about to pour it into his mouth.
"Dear sir, can you buy me a drink?" An unabashedly teasing voice sounded behind him. McCrary raised a cold smile on his lips and turned his head slightly. He saw
A burning flame and a flaming figure danced in his pupils.