Marvel: Superman Survival Guide

Chapter 42 Agreement
"Are you doing this just for a title?" Old Antonio asked in disbelief.

"How is that possible?" Link said angrily, "It was your son who provoked me. I must let people know that I am someone who cannot be offended."

"What if it appears again next time?"

"To put it bluntly, you are just a chicken that was killed to make the monkeys that may appear in the future behave themselves. Do you understand?"

"You..." Old Antonio didn't expect that his son would be ruined like this. "Okay, I promise you, I'll be in Las Vegas tomorrow night, in the same casino, I'll wait for you."

"Very good, you can prepare as many people as possible, including the so-called high table. There are fewer people there, and we can kill as much as we want and see who falls in the end." Link said happily.

Then he hung up the phone, looked at Winston, and said, "Now, you can call the so-called high table and gather your people for a gamble and a fight in Las Vegas tomorrow."

Link then stood up and walked out, completely ignoring Winston and Charon.

Winston frowned and looked at Charon, "Take someone to clean up, we have to open tomorrow morning."

"Yes, sir!" Charon turned around and went out to clean up, while Winston took out his phone and dialed directly.

Many people at the high table were called up by the phone, and then listened in shock as Winston told a story about a Chinese man who used a flying knife to kill people at the Continental Hotel in New York.

A group of assassins and Santino's bodyguards were all killed, including Santino himself.

The other side declared war on their entire high table. It was a gamble, a battle. So what should they do next?

Saint Dino broke the rules, and no one cared about his death, but he also violated the first iron rule of the Continental Hotel: killing is prohibited in the Continental Hotel.

Moreover, they came to the door with advance notice. If we don’t deal with it, the mainland hotel will lose its deterrent effect.

You must fight!

They immediately started mobilizing manpower. Link's performance was a little strange. Was the flying knife alone so powerful?
Collect his information immediately!

However, there is not much information about Link. He used to be a policeman in New York. The first time he fired a gun, he shot and killed more than 20 people, and every shot was a headshot. No wonder the other party had a regretful tone. He really could use a gun.

Then the high table must prepare a group of elite troops, and the number of people must not be too small, and the action cannot be carried out in a casino hotel.

The forces in Las Vegas are equally powerful, even stronger than their high-end tables. Behind every hotel there is a group of shareholders, and they cannot afford to offend them.

You can only wait until the game is over and the other party comes out before taking action. The high table has always emphasized iron rules, and Las Vegas also has its iron rules.

……

Link called Jessica early the next morning and told her that he had a big poker game and asked her to stay at Tracy's house and not go out for the time being.

Link was not worried about Jessica's safety. After all, if High Table really threatened him with a woman, he would just go berserk!

His super hearing, once turned on to full power, can monitor the entire world.

He couldn't use flying knives this time. After all, the other side should have a lot of people, and he couldn't do it in Las Vegas, as that would offend various forces in the gambling city.

The time in the evening was just right, and after the gambling was over, he would drive to the desert and deal with all the killers there.

Las Vegas, the last time at the casino hotel, Link arrived in Las Vegas with a super big bag, this time he used a special certificate. The news of the underground world spread quickly, they got the information early, this time they dared not underestimate Link, he was a killing god!

Of course, what they valued most was the gambling in the evening. Link was sent directly to the most luxurious room where he could have a good rest. Even the meals were delivered directly by the hotel.

The gambling started at eight o'clock in the evening. A lot of people came, including all twelve directors at the high table. They were very curious about Link.

Entering the VIP box, Link selected some cigars and bourbon, then sat down. Old Antonio opposite him looked very unhappy.

Link smiled and said, "How many people are prepared?"

"Let's solve it once and for all. Don't keep dragging it out. I don't like it. This is your last chance. If I win, the high table must compensate me."

"If not, then I will start a killing spree."

The twelve directors all raised their eyebrows, their faces full of anger, but a very young white man stood up and said, "I am Gramont, the CEO of the High Table. We have prepared 300 elite soldiers for Mr. Lin."

"Is Mr. Lin satisfied?"

Link looked at him and said, "Not very satisfied. Is this all the manpower you have?"

"It's eight o'clock now. After the game starts, you have four hours to prepare before midnight. You can gather as many people as possible."

"I will leave the hotel in an off-road vehicle at exactly midnight and head for the desert. After all, this is Las Vegas. I'm a professional gambler and I have to make a living here."

"Ten kilometers from here, we'll start the battle, and the victor will walk out of the desert."

Gramont frowned. Was the other party setting an ambush?
However, he had already sent people to keep an eye on it, and no large number of armed personnel came to Las Vegas, whether from the air or on land.

"Yes!" Gramont said. "We agree."

"Okay, if I come out, will the High Table agree to compensation and end the conflict?" Link asked again, "What is the specific amount of compensation?"

"You seem to think you have won?" Gramont asked, "You have ambushed people in the desert?"

"No, there is only one person. All the weapons are here." Link opened the backpack at his feet and showed it. There were guns inside. "When the time comes, you can deal with the body by yourselves. The result will be clear at a glance."

"I need to ask for instructions." Gramont could no longer make the decision.

"Okay, let's start!" Link looked at Old Antonio.

Old Antonio said, "Well, I know how powerful you are, but I also know your weaknesses."

"I go all in every time. We're betting on luck."

Link was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "In this case, the time is too hard to endure, and it lacks fun!"

"This is my only chance." Old Antonio had consulted Wilson Fisk before.

Wilson Fisk got a lot of benefits, otherwise he wouldn't say it. Link made up a weakness of his own in the first big poker game.

(End of this chapter)