Chapter 120： Losers don't have the right to know names

He's a Texas native.

The poker played at this table is called Texas Hold'em.

so……

Locke felt that as a Texan, it was normal for him to play Texas Hold'em.

"Snapped!"

Locke lit a flue-cured cigarette, squinted his eyes, and stared at the mustache fat sheep opposite: "I'm sorry, I won by luck."

Not bad luck.

pity……

Looking at the 20,000 chips he won back, Locke thought, still a little impatient. The unsmiling man who was also selected by the Fat Sheep did not continue to call, otherwise, he could win 30,000.

As for Robert, the former mayor of New York next to him?

After Locke said he was a Texan, Robert folded.

reason?

Temporarily unknown.

"Shet!"

On the opposite side, Larry Crowe, the mustache fat sheep, threw out his unlucky hole card and said to a passing waitress, "Hey, beauty, give Crowe a glass of whisky."

The waitress nodded.

with a snap.

With the exclamation of the waitress being slapped on the buttocks, the mustache fat sheep tidied up his clothes, looked at Locke, who was sitting opposite, and exhaled: "Wow, it looks like there will be blood in the water today. "

Locke smiled: "I agree."

Then see, who will jump into the sea.

Locke looked at the dealer: "Deal."

The time for playing cards always passed quickly. When Locke was relieved and enjoying the game, the time also passed to the dinner party.

Today is Christmas Eve. As the captain of the Poseidon, the captain invited 250,000 US dollars of distinguished guests to a banquet, and the address of the banquet was in the lobby on this floor.

At this moment, the music on the first floor was already playing.

Gwen Kahn and Jennifer have also come to the hall.

only……

Gwen looked at Kahn, whose hair was still wet, and Jennifer's boyfriend, Christine, and asked curiously, "What about Locke, didn't you guys come out of the pool? He hasn't come out yet."

Kahn was slightly taken aback: "How do you know?"

Cindy over there rolled his eyes: "We added a VIP group, and someone in the group just posted a video saying that there were two satyrs over the pool."

Kahn opened his mouth.

Cindy gave a Kahn, and tomorrow I'll see the expression on your can't get out of bed.

Because Jennifer is a Catholic, Christine, who is energetic and has difficulty venting, touched the back of her head: "Locke wasn't with us, after you went shopping..."

At this time, Gwen's eyes fell on Locke, who was close to the guardrail on the second floor, holding a cigarette, pressing his chin against his chin, and smiling: "I found him."

Cindy and Jennifer looked up.

Jennifer said, "My dad is there too."

Gwen blinked.

On the board on the second floor.

Larry Crowe, the mustache fat sheep, was blushing, and the chips in front of him were nearly 150,000, and there was not much left.

And the chips in front of Locke have been pushed from the initial 100,000 US dollars to about 300,000.

Although the mustache and fat sheep Larry Crowe is not out, the other two have already changed two sets.

The first time was the unsmiling fat sheep. Once, in a game that he thought he would win, he was greedy and made a direct bet. As a result, he lost all at once.

"It's your turn now."

Locke thought so, looking at the mustache fat sheep opposite, lit a cigarette, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Claw, the sea should be cooler at this time."

Larry Crowe, the mustachioed fat sheep, laughed: "Child, I'm lucky that Larry's nickname is not for nothing."

Then……

He loses.

"Oh, Shet!"

The Mustache Fat Sheep looked at the two hole cards shown in Locke's hand, and the full house (three cards of the same value, plus a pair of other cards) on the table won his flush ( Five cards of the same suit), the whole person is not good: "This is not scientific."

Locke smiled and looked at the emptied mustache fat sheep: "Mr. Crowe, poker is a game of luck. Unfortunately, my luck has always been good."

Although his luck has not reached the level of luck that has become the law of causality like Maorilan.

but……

Slightly taller than the average person, but there are still some.

Otherwise, why would he be able to harvest so much when he went fishing with George?

Luck is very important, and his luck has always been good.

Sitting there, grabbing himself to win, but not winning many chips, Dylan's eyebrows are also beating.

As a professional gambler, he doesn't worry about other gamblers. What worries him the most is to play poker with gamblers who are unlucky and don't need any skills at all.

Because no matter how good your skills are, you can't get lucky.

"Locke."

"dad."

Locke and Robert next to him turned to look, Gwen and Jennifer came over from there.

The mustache fat sheep looked at the beauty Gwen who hugged Locke, his face was red, he snorted directly, left a ruthless remark to fight another day, and left the game.

Robert said to Gwen, "Your boyfriend, you're in luck."

Gwen glanced at the number of chips in front of Locke and smiled: "Locke's luck has always been good. Every time I go fishing with my father, and my father comes from the Air Force every time, Locke always returns with a full reward."

Robert nodded and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't talk to George about this topic, and I don't want George to know that I lost money to his future son-in-law."

Gwen continued to smile: "Uncle Ramch, that's not what I meant."

Locke smiled and said, "Robert, if you don't raise your last hand, you won't lose to me."

Robert smiled and said, "I'm the bomb card, and the chances of winning are huge, so I can't give up."

Locke spread his hands: "So, you lost."

Robert and Locke looked at each other and laughed.

The friendship between men is always so inexplicable. For example, after sitting together and playing cards for a while, they will ignore the age and become a friend who is not a friend.

not to mention.

From the beginning to the end, except for the sixteen years old on the ID card, in all aspects of Locke's performance, he was not a cute sixteen-year-old child.

Jennifer looked at Locke, who was chatting and laughing with Robert, and felt a little envious.

If her boyfriend and her father can get along the same as Locke, then it won't make her a lot of things caught in the middle.

Jennifer thought so in her heart. Looking at her boyfriend who didn't dare to come up, she recovered and smiled, "Dad, the dinner is about to start."

Robert looked at his watch: "A few more rounds, go right away, you go first."

There is not much time now.

Eating, and playing cards are more important.

Robert looked at Locke: "I don't believe your luck is constant."

Locke smiled.

Feel sorry.

His luck is really constant.

The highest attribute value of luck is twenty, and his luck value is always five.

only……

Locke looked at the three people at the poker table and blinked. There were no more fat sheep.

How about Dylan?

Dylan over there looked at Locke's gaze, and his face suddenly darkened. My dear, I came here for dinner. It cost him $250,000 in tickets, and I haven't earned it back now. I just thought eat him?

Not a human being.

This is.

Dylan got up and prepared to leave, looking for another game.

at this time.

A hardcover man who was wearing sunglasses and sunglasses indoors, who was very awkward came over, took off his sunglasses, and sat in the seat of the mustache fat sheep just now: "Do not mind if I participate."

Next to him, a bodyguard who was slightly fat, and at first glance it was obvious that the driver was not a bodyguard also sat down.

Tony Stark, and his paddling bodyguard Happy!

Gwen looked at the woman next to her and was a little surprised: "Ms. Potts."

Pepper also looked at Gwen, a little surprised, then glanced at Locke at the gambling table, and nodded with Gwen: "Hello, Gwen, we meet again."

Tony Stark over there glanced at his assistant curiously, but said nothing.

Locke and Dylan looked at each other.

The croupier deals the cards.

Maybe Tony Stark is sitting just right. Once he arrives, he can speak first, and directly grab the crowd: "Ten thousand."

The expression of saying ten thousand is almost the same as saying one cent.

no way.

There is still one person missing from his exclusive gambling game, so he can only go outside and play casually, so he just exchanged one million chips casually.

Happy next to him also dumped 10,000 to call.

Robert closed his hole cards, waved his hand, abstained, and watched them play.

He is not addicted to cards, he calls when his cards are good, and folds when his cards are poor.

Locke called.

Dylan smoked a cigarette and used his gambler's resolution to watch.

next second.

Dylan twitched the corner of his mouth and closed his card directly.

Play shit.

Locke relies entirely on constant luck, and sometimes, he doesn't even look at his cards at all.

As for Tony Stark and Happy.

Although the two of them also read the cards, a game of hundreds of thousands of dollars is the same as a game of tens of cents to them.

No, I'm going to find another table.

Dylan has already started the scan mode, look around, there is a little lamb at a suitable price in that gambling game that can be chopped.

Again.

He came to make money, not to play cards.

Gambling is his job. In his job, he is only allowed to make money, not lose money.

Just when Dylan was looking for the little sheep.

In the betting game, the last round of chips has been pushed to 100,000.

capped.

Tony Stark stared at Pepper and Gwen who were chatting happily not far away, and looked at Locke sitting opposite: "Your name This tone...

Just hard.

Luo Qiang resisted the urge to let the unparalleled assassin jump out and beat people, and pushed the chips in front of him to the bottom: "I want to know, you won me."

Isn't it better than a fork.

I can do it too!

Done.

Locke opened his two hole cards.

The dealer is already immune to Locke's good luck, and directly pushes out three cards to combine.

"Ten of Hearts JQKA!"

"A straight flush!"

"maximum!"

"..."