Start! The Terminator's Counterattack Chapter 3: Gambling Overlord

Chapter 3 Gambling Overlord ()

Fang Senyan's behavior may seem a bit exaggerated, but one must pay attention to the key point: this person actually walked out of the hotel room alone at the same time and place! The deep meaning of this can be imagined. He is probably the so-called "contractor" like himself! Although Fang Senyan has only a vague understanding of many things at present, he at least remembers the reminder when explaining the world: "This scene is a peaceful scene, and the contractor will not drop any items when killed"! "

In addition to its own meaning, this sentence also reflects two bloody facts. That is, the contractor can be killed, and there may be a scene in the future where killing the contractor will gain great benefits! More importantly, Fang Senyan's current task is to destroy the time and space node within 48 hours, but what if there is only one time and space node?

Then there is no doubt that he and the other contractors will have a direct conflict of interest, and someone will inevitably suffer the fate of being eliminated. Although the probability of this is not high, it cannot be said that there is no chance! In Fang Senyan's view, fists are undoubtedly the best way to resolve this dispute, no one else.

So Fang Senyan can't pass by at this time, he doesn't dare to do so! And the bearded man opened the door and stood in place, looking like he had no intention of leaving at all . Because he was also worried. If he turned around and went downstairs, it would be like selling his back and head to Fang Senyan. If Fang Senyan had any ill intentions, he would be dead or alive!

The two of them were deadlocked on the stairs. Both sides were suspicious of each other's identities, but neither dared to take the initiative. Because no one dared to be sure that he would win. What's more, he was afraid that there was someone behind him. Fang Senyan thought about it, raised his eyebrows, slowly took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it and took a deep breath. He squinted his eyes as if intoxicated in the smoke, then slowly stretched out his left hand and pressed it on the blackened and rotten wooden railing next to him.

Fang Senyan's movements were all very slow and light, in order to avoid the other party misunderstanding that he would do something unusual. He With a slight increase in strength with his left hand, the already shaky wooden railing broke with a "snap"! Then he fell down in a panic. This was only the second floor. Fang Senyan easily flipped in the air and landed safely. He turned his head and took a deep look at the bearded man with an indifferent expression, then kicked away the two crooked stools in front of him, pushed open the door of the hotel and walked out to the street.

Walking on the streets still dotted with a series of neon lights, looking at the houses full of characteristics of the 1970s and 1980s, and all kinds of old cars around, Fang Senyan took a deep breath, and couldn't help but have an illusion of creating and rewriting history, and his eyes seemed a little deep, like a well that had been alive for thousands of years.

At this time, he was at a loss for this city. There are too many things to do: the main task accepted has clearly stated that there will be danger. Therefore, the first thing is to familiarize yourself with the local environment, find some powerful weapons as soon as possible to arm yourself, and then find the time and space node to destroy it. At any time, only your own strength is the most reliable guarantee.

To achieve these goals, of course, the most convenient and quickest way is to commit crimes. Fang Senyan, who was born short of money, is no stranger to robbery and theft. But he has a vague fear of direct crime in his heart, so Fang Senyan, who has always followed his intuition, rejected this shortcut.

Then finding a qualified guide is also a way. Although there are many ways to get a person to serve, the essence is nothing more than coercion and inducement. Coercion is a double-edged sword. If there is no overwhelming strength, it will backfire. Therefore, for Fang Senyan, who is unfamiliar with the place, the best way is to induce.

However, Fang Senyan put his hands in his pockets and searched his body, but only found two five-dollar bills. This amount of money was just enough for a meal for Fang Senyan, and naturally it was far from enough to pay for the cost of luring a qualified guide. Fortunately, in this world, although there are few and rare ways to quickly increase the value of ten US dollars to one hundred or even tens of thousands of dollars legally, it cannot be said that there are none at all. Fang Senyan is very good at one of them, that is... gambling.

In the previous real world, Fang Senyan's life can be said to have been mixed in port bars all over the world. He has experienced various legal and illegal entertainment methods. Relying on his innate high perception, he actually won more and lost less at the gambling table. However, Fang Senyan knew the pros and cons of advancing and retreating, and did not intend to take gambling as a hobby and career, so he was not well-known, but his skillful gambling skills were unquestionable.

"If we need to raise funds through gambling, then conflicts are inevitable."

"It is already the limit for me to deal with two adult men at the same time without being strengthened. Even if I am strengthened now, I can only deal with five or six people at the same time at most. Once I am surrounded and rushed, I am afraid I will still have to flee. Oh, right! My hidden talent ability of toughness should be activated, but how this ability works in actual combat is still unknown."

"Time is tight, I can only try it first, and think of another way if it doesn't work."

Fang Senyan thought about it for a while, made up his mind, and then paid attention to his surroundings. He found that the bearded man had not followed him, so he walked two streets with confidence, turned a corner, and came to the middle of a side street. On the ground floor of a tall house on the left, there is a circle of rather worn-out neon lights that glow dimly, and you can vaguely see the words "Dallas Bar" written on it. This place is sparsely populated and is in a remote location, and there seems to be a street behind the bar. The side door was obviously used as a retreat just in case. The door of the bar imitated the western style and opened two chest-leaf hinge doors. However, the bridge joints had not been oiled for an unknown period of time, and they squeaked when pushed. The sound.

After walking to the door, he was greeted by a warm smell mixed with the smell of cheap powder, alcohol, and sweat, which made Fang Sheyan sneeze twice in a row. The bar was noisy and noisy. There were cracks on the limestone walls all around, and there were some vulgar paintings or aphorisms written in slang.

There was saltpeter growing on the walls on the ground and there was mud everywhere; under the chandelier, to the right of the door was the bar counter of the bar. The wooden boards under the bar counter were cracked. There was a layer of lead nailed on the counter top, and there were some iron hoops on it to mark the signs. Large wine glasses of different sizes; a wooden board with several glass bottles on it, shaped like full-length portraits of several celebrities, was nailed to the wall. The bottles contained a mixture of red and green drinks, nothing more than beer, whiskey and so on. ""

The bartender was a bald man, with his sleeves rolled up and his hands folded in front of his chest. He had a horse-like face, and his small yellow eyes stared at Fang Senyan, an unfamiliar uninvited guest, warily. Sheyan walked directly to the bar, naturally threw out a five-dollar bill, and shouted in an impatient tone:

"Hi, Jack, give me a damn beer."

The bartender took the money, his expression softened a little, he slid a large glass of beer over, and replied coldly:

"I'm Martin, thank you."

Fang Sheyan took a sip of his beer and turned to look around. The place was filled with smoke and smoke. There were five or six people inside, most of them gambling. Two waitresses were shuttled among them in flowers and butterflies. In addition to collecting bottles and handing out drinks, In addition, she also used her deep cleavage to carry the tips from time to time, and she was very busy.

After Fang Senyan walked around inside, he had a rough understanding of these people's gambling methods. He gathered around the outside of a circle for a while, cheered a few times, and suddenly reached into his pocket, took out five dollars, and threw it into the circle to place a bet. Although the bet this time was only five dollars, Fang Sheyan couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart, and there was also a long-lost excitement and desire, because this was all his belongings!

It turns out that Sheyan's superhuman perception really played a huge role, and five dollars turned into ten dollars. Sheyan then lost another three dollars. Twenty minutes later, the five dollars had multiplied six times. Then Sheyan changed circles and started playing Texas Hold'em. Generally speaking, he lost more than he won, but the losses were all small amounts and the wins were all big bets. In just half an hour, his wealth had increased to four digits, and the faces of the few gamblers around him were not very good-looking, and they looked at Sheyan more frequently and fiercely.

When Fang Sheyan once again used his full strength to kill everyone, Shi Shiran ate up everyone around him. The number of onlookers around this gambling circle has doubled. In particular, two big men came up to Sheyan's left and right unknowingly. These two guys showed the black tattoos on their thick arms intentionally or unintentionally, and they also said something about how they had beaten so-and-so to a disability yesterday. The harsh words were undoubtedly a disguised form of psychological pressure on Fang Senyan.

But Sheyan still won more and lost less, until the banker opposite with the mustache wearing a cowboy hat was completely cleared. However, this guy didn't seem to see that he was out of money, and continued to place his bets with his arms folded and in a hoarse voice:

"Five hundred dollars."

Sheyan shrugged and said calmly:

"You have to take out the money first."

Mustache raised his eyelids and said with a ferocious smile:

"It seems you don't recognize me Bloody Jack? Very good, I don't have any money, just put two fingers!"

As he said this, he took out a bright dagger from his leather boots and stuck it on the table.