Chapter 812 My name is Adams and I’ll treat you to dinner

"They're already here?"

A mechanized sound suddenly rang out in a dim room in a manor in the Stars and Stripes Kingdom, and the sound mixed with electric current echoed in the house, which was extremely bone-chilling.

The long conference table is surrounded by a circle of tall and flamboyant chairs. One of them contains a young figure. His dark blue eyes are looking at the empty tables and chairs in front of him, and the corners of his mouth are raised.

"Yes, heading to Lasvez."

"You found this place so quickly?" The mechanical voice paused for a moment, then said angrily, "Trash! All the people in the Oriental Kingdom are trash, they can't even do this well."

"Yes, they are indeed stupid."

"Tell me what you think, Charles, will you only say yes here?" The mechanical voice was somewhat dissatisfied.

"No, it's just that I think your wisdom can solve this matter better." The young voice remained respectful enough.

"Very good. He is worthy of being our chosen successor." A mechanical voice slowly sounded: "The action plan has been placed in the same place. You know how to do it."

"Everything is for the organization!" Charles's dark blue eyes flashed with amusement, he played with the speaker's remote control and pressed it casually.

"All for—" the mechanical sound stopped abruptly.

Charles found the document under the carpet and wiped off his fingerprints.

"A group of old antiques are still transmitting information in this way. I don't know if they are pretending to be mysterious or to hide their decayed bodies."

He opened the door, and the sun shone down, outlining a gold-encrusted figure on the ground. The dust floated like snow, and the darkness blurred again when it fell to the ground.

…

Lasves, the sun is blazing.

Wang Duoyu stopped at the door of the hotel: "Master Ning, are we sure we want to stay in this hotel?"

The hotel in front of us is in the shape of a pyramid. Outside the main entrance is an outdoor fountain more than ten meters long. The gray and white stone animal statues on both sides are solemn and solemn, leading directly to the huge stone human statues beside the door. The Sphinx above the door is like the original version of the pyramid.

Brilliant.

"Any questions?"

"This road is called Shinto in China, and the shape of the hotel is like a mausoleum in Pyramid Country. Isn't it unlucky for us to live here?"

Wang Duoyu frowned.

"No, death is just an appearance, there is something deeper."

"People live here buried underground, how can it still be shallow?" Wang Duoyu muttered: "Master Ning, it's not like you don't have money, do you really not think about changing places? The hotel next door is also very good, what's in it?

All.”

Banliang Jin raised his eyebrows, calculated a few times, then suddenly relaxed his eyebrows and smiled slightly.

"The country of Xia is made of wood, metal produces water, water produces wood, and water represents wealth. Living here is good for us."

"Stay! I'll stay right now!"

Wang Duoyu rushed in with his luggage.

A few minutes later, everyone gathered in the small conference room to discuss follow-up arrangements.

"Anything found?"

Ning Fan looked at Huang Haoying, and it was in his hands to contact various domestic resources after coming out.

"There are more than a dozen new guests checking in today. Their previous resumes are relatively clean. They may have been sent by someone. Half of them are already under our surveillance."

"Where's the other half?" Wang Duoyu grabbed the white one.

"Why do you think they booked double or double rooms?"

Huang Haoying rolled his eyes.

"Tell me any news at any time." Ning Fan was silent for a few seconds and raised his eyebrows, "Lasvis's cultural relics hall?"

"I've already found out. It's inside the MGM."

"Let's go."

…

A few minutes later, everyone standing at the door of the flea market was confused.

"We didn't say we were going to find something. What are we going to do here now?"

"Find some bets."

Ning Fan looked at them: "You can't use your belongings as bets, right?"

The four of them looked at each other and shook their heads.

What Ning Fan carries with him is not simple.

Relics, bracelets, treasures of the five elements, magatama, eight-foot mirror...

The worst things he had on him were the ones that could be used as national treasures in the Oriental and Buddhist countries. Ning Fan never thought of using these as bets.

Before, I went with Sharo because there happened to be nothing else. Now that I have options, I’ll pick something else.

"gone."

Ning Fan said hello and walked inside.

The flea market in Las Vegas is more international than anything I've seen before. It's called a flea market, but it's actually a very bustling market.

Shops of various styles stretch endlessly, as well as vendors setting up stalls outside.

These are all trading environments derived from the perception that valuations in casinos are unfair.

Ning Fan walked around and saw many domestic and foreign cultural relics, the earliest ones can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty.

Sculptures, coins, paintings, jewelry, everything.

The payment method is very special, diamonds, gold, and fine knives are all acceptable.

Anything that can be turned into cash can be circulated here.

Ning Fan even saw someone trading weapons directly, calculating the price based on the price at the nearby gun store, and getting change for the bullets.

It can be said that it is very consistent with the characteristics of the Star-Spangled Country.

"Let's go shopping."

Ning Fan hooked his fingers.

There were too many things, and it was impossible for him to buy them all by himself. They were too eye-catching, so he told them what they needed to pay attention to when they were looking at them.

Several people nodded, received their tasks and left.

Half an hour later, they reunited with various things and headed to the target casino.

…

Hundreds of meters of red carpet spread out beneath the big golden lion. People passing by stopped to take photos, completely unaware of the light flashing in the lion's eyes.

[The golden lion Feng Shui artifact contains Southeast Asian head-dropping spells and Feng Shui tokens. The lion's eyes can suppress the character's luck.]

Ning Fan glanced at the lion inadvertently and looked away: "It's interesting."

Banliangjin glanced at the lion, immediately put on his hat and hid aside.

"It's useless." Ning Fan noticed something was wrong with the lion as well as half a tael of gold, and shook his head, "There's no way to avoid it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the half-digit amount.

The treasure of the five elements flows, and warmth spreads along the fingertips.

Ban Liangjin was shocked, and his eyes were confused: "It seems like something is flowing through."

"Luck."

Ning Fan retracted his hand and his eyes were calm: "This is different from the formation used to bind the dragon. It uses sealing objects to temporarily suppress personal fortune. Even the fortune of some Feng Shui objects is also affected. The people who set up the formation are very clever."

"No wonder I feel a little cold!" Wang Duoyu exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Is there any way to break this suppression?"

"able."

Ning Fan finished handling the problem for several people in the same way, and Tang Qisheng and others immediately frowned.

"so amazing!"

"I just had a feeling of cleansing my soul."

"I can't tell, but it's very strange."

The three of them sighed and followed Ning Fan into the casino.

Needless to say, the splendid decoration, the various beauties coming and going and the oxygenated environment crazily stimulated everyone's emotions.

Thousands of slot machines were laid out one after another in a spectacular sight. Red-eyed gamblers put in their chips and pressed the buttons hard, and the hustle and bustle was all before their eyes.

Huang Haoying leaned into Ning Fan's ear: "Where do we start?"

The setting of Las Vegas Casino is far better than that of Australia Island. Different games are played in different places. The lobby and here are all ordinary games. Naturally, Ning Fan looks down on them.

He casually summoned a waitress and handed over his black card: "Go and change the chips."

"Excuse me, how much money do I need to exchange?" The receptionist's eyes suddenly lit up when she saw the card, and her voice became sweet.
To be continued...