Chapter 571: Fire Beauty

The old man with the eight-character beard who came out of the shack was the same as the beast general who walked in, no matter his height and body shape, except that his appearance had undergone a radical change, of course, including his attire, but when he walked, his back was straight, and even his knees were rarely bent, and it was not difficult for a discerning person to see that he was a soldier, and he was a veteran professional soldier.

After disguise, McClary seems to enjoy this kind of game that belongs to him, and the cigar butt on his mouth goes on and off fiercely, spewing out a thick and mellow smoke, which is clearly layered and rises to the sky, and it is clearly the best Cuban cigar.

The jeep started again, and a surging stream of yellow sand rose up behind the wheels, and when it fell, the car had already thrown off the broken shack and gone away.

Las Vegas is like a huge whirlpool born in the desert, it devours the wealth gathered from all over the world in an almost gentle way, and even its edge is naturally dyed with the color of gold.

Hamil's Casino looks like a western-style inn, almost entirely wooden, with two mottled gates on the old stairs of wooden railings on both sides, of course, also made of wood, which creak when pushed in, as if they are in danger of falling off at any time with a little more strength, but don't worry, these are two wooden veneer metal gates, even if they are used to re-fire a shot, they will leave a pothole at most.

In front of the door, there are two rows of widely spaced pig iron tethered horse posts, which were found in front of almost every hotel in the era of riding and carrying revolvers, but now they serve as parking spaces, and there are no less than fifty cars parked at the door, including a few luxury cars such as Hummers and Lincolns, which shows that the business inside is very good.

A dusty jeep drove from afar, JEEP, which is the brand of the pit daddy, and its performance as an off-road vehicle is absolutely first-class. There was a sturdy bearded old cowboy sitting in the car, a white-washed denim suit, a pair of short leather boots with round spurs, and a wrinkled broad-brimmed cowboy hat.

Many rich people will breed some incomprehensible quirks, there are many people in fancy clothes, there are also people who collect all kinds of weird things, and even those who like to collect women's underwear, they are not short of money, or this is a kind of willfulness formed after being rich.

Casinos are open for business, regardless of whether you are a male or a half male, as long as you have money in your pocket, you are the master, and if you are willing to spend money, you will become a grandson, in fact, it is not only the casino that is like this, but also the place where some people have consumption.

McCrange, disguised, had to stand at the door for a while every time he came to the casino, maybe two minutes, or longer, and the black driver parked the car and got down, standing beside the guy very well.

McClary still had half of the cigar left in his hand, and it was also the most refreshing time to smoke a cigar, so he took a puff and asked in a low voice, "Mike, do you know who I am?" ”

Mike is the name of a black driver, every time McCary stands at the door of the casino he asks the same question, if it were someone else, he would definitely say that he is pitiful, whose broad old man is this, he even forgot his name, go home and ask your mother!

Mike hung his hand and replied expressionlessly, "You are Mr. Kennedon, and you are rich." ”

McClary nodded with satisfaction, he would ask again every time he came here, the reason was simple, this black driver named Mike had a little problem with his brain, and he needed to deepen his impression, almost all beast gene warriors were smart fools, and there was always a nerve that was unresponsive.

"Let's go, hopefully I'll have the best of luck this weekend." McClary flicked the ash off the cigar head and walked with his back down as much as he could, so that he looked more like an ordinary old man, but his stiff knees never wanted to bend and he walked awkwardly.

There is a way that the deeper the city, the easier it is for people to make low-level mistakes invisibly, as if hiding their ears and stealing bells.

Pushing open the two creaky doors, McClary's eyes flashed, he liked the atmosphere here, he liked the atmosphere here, he smoked and drank to his heart's content, and when he won money, he could shout loudly and throw his chips into the air, and no one would pick up your share when he fell. Every time he came here, his silent blood would boil like soju, as if he already had the taste of whiskey in his mouth.

Hamil is a real casino, with fifty wooden tables in a hall of nearly 600 square meters, and a thick wool carpet on the floor, if you remove a piece of shaking, you can drop at least a few pounds of yellow sand.

Gamblers gulp wine, shouting at the table, some even hysterical, all kinds of gambling equipment and chips clambling, the wildest but with a strong western style of gambling, of course, if someone is drunk and loses all the scoundrels here, they will be carried out in less than two minutes.

All kinds of scantily clad women writhing their big fat butts from table to table, if they are pulled out by gamblers with ulterior motives, they generally don't get angry, because what men need sometimes women also need, and they can be freely expressed here.

McClary walked unhurriedly to the counter with a cigar in his mouth, and asked for a glass of whiskey for two stacks of chips as usual, no more, no less, and shook it in his pocket, four hours of gambling was enough, he was a very restrained man, a beast who boasted of being able to gamble money as a pleasure.

The black Mike followed the old man step by inch, like a loyal slave, there was no sparkle in his eyes, so empty that he did not have half a breath of fireworks, or at this moment, he was a breath of air.

McClary's favorite gambling is dice, the kind of dice that people shake, in fact, there is not much difference between human and electronic dice in the casino, they are all betting first and then shaking the dice, betting is just a luck.

Syllable!

Two stacked hundred-dollar chips were placed on the small circle, McClary didn't play big first, what he wanted was a process, the whiskey glass in his hand did not shake in the slightest when betting, and after the bet was finished, he gently brought it to his lips and was about to pour it into his lips.

"My dear sir, could you please give me a drink?" An unabashedly provocative female voice sounded behind him, and a cold smile rose into McClary's lips, and he turned his head slightly, and he saw a burning flame, a fiery figure dancing in his eyes.