Chapter 117： The most popular fat sheep in the city that never sleeps

Locke couldn't help but touched his pocket.

There……

There is a set.

Don't get me wrong, this was not bought by Locke himself. In fact, no one may believe it. This cover was stuffed into his pocket by George when Locke and George hugged and completed the handover of Gwen.

As for why?

Locke thinks that it may be that George wants to express the meaning of "play and play, don't cause people's lives".

Maybe……

Helen and Gwen should have said something too.

Gwen lowered his head, then raised his head, looking at Locke with a slightly red face.

Locke opened his mouth.

The car came by surprise.

Gwen coughed, shifted his gaze, set his eyes on a room that was clearly the master bedroom, and said, "This way, then."

The room here is big.

Ok.

You can sleep together, but if you don't get into the body, the problem shouldn't be a big problem.

Locke came over, glanced at it, and nodded: "Okay."

next second.

Locke was attracted by a detailed map of the cruise ship hanging on the wall. Taking a glance, Locke incorporated the information on the cruise ship's map into his memory palace and was busy packing with Gwen.

After the two finished sorting, when they came to the top deck, that is, when there was an open-air atrium, Kahn and Cindy were already waiting for the two of them there holding a free drink.

"Bourbon."

Locke smiled at a waiter: "Thank you."

Locke, who is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, is nearly 185, and it is difficult for people to doubt that this is a teenager under the age of 21.

As for Gwen next to him, he glanced at Locke, who was holding bourbon, and shook his head: "Drink less, we haven't reached the high seas yet."

As long as he does not enter the high seas, it is illegal for Locke to drink alcohol.

Locke smiled, drank the bourbon in the cup, rinsed his mouth, and walked with Gwen to Cindy and Kahn not far away under the astonishing gaze of the waiter. past.

Cindy glanced at the two more bourbons in Locke's hands, raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.

Although the law stipulates this, it is normal to drink alcohol at this age. A sixteen-year-old man and a woman without a fake twenty-one-year-old certificate cannot be called experiencing youth.

"Either."

"...Thank you, tonight."

"Ok."

Locke looked at Kahn, who waved his hand, and shrugged: "The bourbon here tastes pretty good."

But after all, it is a deck where high-end cabins can still go up.

The drinks are better than the normal cabin, which is normal.

You can't spend $250,000 and give them a bar worth less than $9.

Locke turned his head and saw that Cindy and Gwen were already discussing going to the restaurant on the ship for dinner at night.

"There are three casinos on the Poseidon."

"Ok?"

Kahn, who was standing beside him, hesitated and looked at Locke: "Have you been to the casino?"

Locke shrugged: "I've been to Las Vegas a few times, count?"

Kahn snorted: "I have been to the Atlantic Ocean, but before I entered, it was found that the documents were false."

Locke gave a deep sympathy.

Just as people under the age of 21 cannot drink, casinos also stipulate that people under the age of 21 cannot participate.

But still the same.

Commonwealths have always been precocious. It may be difficult for most people to pretend to be 21 at the age of fourteen, but it is quite easy for Locke.

After all, there are few orders in Texas. Locke wants to save money, but he can't save money. He must open source.

The folks in Texas are pure, and it is not a big problem to get a 90% authentic certificate. Moreover, he is a well-known cowboy, and he has some connections, which is normal.

"To play?"

"what?"

Locke said: "When the high seas are over, there will be no problem. Let's play?"

Kahn seemed to be moved: "Is it enough?"

Locke glanced at Kahn: "How much did you bring?"

Kahn turned his head and glanced at the two women sitting on the chair over there and didn't seem to notice the two women. He approached Locke and said in a low voice, "About 150,000."

Locke raised his eyebrows: "Enough."

It hurts to gamble.

A little gamble.

out of the way.

There's no way, the mission said, it's a leisure bonus, so it must be fun, and as for fun, where can there be a casino for fun?

dice?

Win or lose!

Blackjack?

Texas Hold'em?

So many entertainment items, after playing around, how to say, can also upgrade the bonus to 20, that is a reward of nearly 10,000.

Locke smiled and said, "Follow me then and earn some pocket money."

joke.

How much is the apartment in Xingchen Building?

How many orders did he take in total in Texas?

Although there is extra money for orders in Texas, it’s not just extra money. If he hadn’t made some money by going to Las Vegas from time to time, he would still be able to buy an apartment in the Xingchen Building.

But loan to buy.

No one will lend to a sixteen-year-old child, even if he has a family fund as a guarantee, unless he can get the flow of the family fund, otherwise, no bank will trust the trust fund opened in the Hayman Islands.

Kahn was stunned when he heard Locke's words which seemed to treat the casino as a cash machine: "Do you often play?"

Locke shrugged.

at this time.

"Locke?"

"..."

Locke raised his eyebrows and turned to look when he heard someone calling him.

Gwen and Cindy over there also followed the voice.

The man who came out of the elevator over there, like Locke, was wearing a suit and tie, with shiny hair, a pair of blue eyes, and a sloppy beard, playing with a stack of chips in his hands. Looking at Locke in surprise.

"Dylan?"

Looking at the person who came, Locke couldn't help laughing. He approached and hugged Dylan: "I thought you were silenced by the Bellagio."

Dylan, who looks a lot like a professional gambler but is actually a professional gambler, smiled and said, "I rely on my skills to eat, not my money."

Locke smiled and said, "The truth?"

Dylan shrugged. "Well, I got blacklisted by Bellagio, Illusion, and MGM."

In Las Vegas, being blocked by these three casinos is basically equivalent to being blocked by the entire Las Vegas.

"Locke."

Gwen got up from a chair not far away, walked to Locke's side, and looked at Dylan curiously: "This is..."

Locke sighed and introduced to Gwen: "This is Dylan, Dylan Johns, the Texas Prodigal Cowboy, a guest on the Las Vegas blacklist, don't sit at the same table with him. , because he'll win every penny you have."

"Hey-hey."

After listening to Locke's introduction, Dylan was immediately unhappy: "I haven't won your money, remember."

Locke laughed haha: "That's because I'm cautious."

Cindy and Kahn glanced at each other, a little surprised.

Gwen also blinked and looked at Locke. She felt that she knew enough about Locke's life in Texas, but it seemed that she only knew the tip of the iceberg.

Drink again, go to the casino again?

Gwen felt that if he was the first to know these things, he would have thought that Locke was a bad boy without approaching Locke.

but……

Locke is not.

Polite, respectful, gentleman, unassuming...

Gwen could go on and on.

Locke looked curiously at Dylan who appeared here: "So, are you thinking of making money on the cruise?"

"Here, that tyrant can't handle it, can he?"

"Right."

The tyrant in Dylan's mouth, whose real name is Terry Benedict, is the owner of three Las Vegas casinos, namely Bellagio, Mirage and MGM. He looks elegant and gentle, but is actually a very brutal enterprise home.

After all, there are not many serious businessmen who can get along well in Las Vegas.

"not to mention……"

Dylan smiled: "I heard that there will be a super fat sheep coming this time. How could I let go of such a good opportunity."

"Super fat sheep."

"right."

Locke frowned, recalling the candidate who could be called a super fat sheep by professional gamblers, and then looked at Dylan: "You mean, Tony Stark?"

Tony Stark can't be said to be a regular in Las Vegas, but he can also be said to be a distinguished guest.

Others enter the casino, no matter how rich they are, they all want to win money, but Tony Stark is an exception. He has never thought of winning money at all, and he can bet a hundred directly with a bad hand. A ruthless man of ten thousand pocket money.

Combining what Kahn said when he just got on the ship, Locke guessed that it was Tony Stark.

Dylan smiled.

at this time.

Chu Chu Chu!

Not far away, the sound of the helicopter suddenly approached.

Look up.

into the eye.

A helicopter turned its propellers and approached the tarmac near the stern deck.

after awhile.

The elevator here opened, a middle-aged white man, and a middle-aged black man, with smiles on their faces, after getting out of the elevator, they took a group of people towards the tarmac over there with three steps and a two-step trot. And gone.

Helicopter stopped.

The hatch is open.

A woman in a business fashion suit stepped out of the helicopter first. Then, the woman in a hand-made suit, with sunglasses, her hair slightly soaring into the sky, hugged a beautiful supermodel next to her, with a trace of no one on her face. The man walked down as soon as he landed, there seemed to be an urge to let people go up and punch the stinky ass.

It felt like Bilock was impulsive when he faced the Red Devils.

Can give people this feeling without saying a word, except for the first male protagonist of the Marvel universe, the current chairman of Stark Industries, who has "Malibu cliff villa owner", "famous weapon design genius". ", "the world's richest man", "the world's youngest billionaire", "world-renowned beauty harvester", "monthly girl stamp collector" Tony Stark, there is no one.

soon.

Tony Stark with sunglasses put his arms around the December girl and came towards the elevator entrance.

"Please let it go."

A fat man with a fat body suddenly appeared beside Locke and Dylan, and then squeezed Dylan and Locke to the side so that Tony Stark and his party could enter the elevator undisturbed.

Locke: "..."