[Zhongyingmei] After all, I'm not a devil

Gambling is a thing of ten bets and nine losers.

The vast majority of gamblers end up with broken families, and the vast majority here do not include cocoa.

"King of Hearts, I'm sorry I won." Coco lifted the hole card, revealing the man holding a scepter and wearing a crown on the poker card.

The croupier was already sweating profusely.

The onlookers whistled, "Not bad, girl! You're lucky."

At this time, the blackjack table where Ke Ke played was surrounded by three circles inside and three circles outside. All the men and women watching were greedily staring at the pile of chips in front of Ke Ke on the table.

Ke Ke nonchalantly stuffed a [-]-dollar chip into the hand of a beautiful woman wearing a black V-neck dress, and said with a smile, "Your reward."

"Oh, my God, you are so generous." The beauty squeezed her chips excitedly, if she hadn't seen that she was not a les, she would have had a fling with her tonight.

"It's nothing." Coco shrugged and said, "Besides, your beauty is worth far more than this ten thousand dollars."

"Oh!!" The women in the crowd looked enviously at the little bitch, who could earn [-] dollars just by blowing his breath, and they wished they could replace them.

Ke Ke casually stuffed the chips into her backpack, turned and left the round table.

The croupier heaved a sigh of relief almost at the same time.

"How much did she win?" The manager's furious voice came from the wireless headset.

The croupier's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he replied in a low voice: "300 million dollars."

The man on the other side of the headset was silent, his anger seemed to be transmitted to the croupier through the headset, making his legs tremble uncontrollably.

"Did she do anything?"

The croupier wanted to nod. He knew that it would be easier for him to do so. The boss would not care about how much money he lost at this table, but he knew that he could not lie. The surveillance in the casino would clearly show show everything.

"No, she didn't do anything."

After this sound, the croupier heard a vicissitudes of coughing from the other end of the phone, "He didn't lie."

A chill ran up the croupier's back. He recognized this person as a consultant hired by their casino and a former Las Vegas gambler.

Ke Ke stopped in front of the slot machine. The slot machine can be said to be one of the most profitable businesses in the casino. It is different from other gambling methods and can be said to be the most profitable gambling. Of course, this is true for both the gamblers and the casino.

Therefore, slot machines are enduring.

Unlike other slot machines that are packed with people, Coco Pick's slot machines can be said to be empty.

Seeing her walking here, someone kindly reminded her: "This is BADLUCK, no one has won money from this machine for a year."

Ke Ke hummed, pulled a chair, and sat down in front of the slot machine.

Gamblers are more superstitious about luck than anyone else. If there is a machine that has not been won for a long time, then they will tell others not to touch that "demon."

Coco snapped her fingers and said to the waiter who came over, "Can you pour me a cup of hot milk? Add more sugar."

The waiter nodded. In the casino, as long as you have money, even if you want a cup of human blood, someone can bring it for you.

She drank milk and put her backpack on the ground. While drinking, she took out a chip from the bulging backpack, then threw it into the coin slot without looking at it, and pulled down the handle with a swipe.

One!

Two!

Three!

……

She drank milk with a lazy air, like a kitten basking in the afternoon sun, but the movements of her hands would make the most unscrupulous gambler shudder!

She threw chips worth at least $[-] one by one, like throwing stones into a pond, and got nothing but a ringing sound.

She doesn't feel bad.

Gradually, the onlookers couldn't help feeling sorry for her.

Then the money adds up to at least hundreds of thousands.

"Oh, mygod! Does she know how to gamble!" Someone shouted frantically, scratching his hair.

"Hey, shut up, he has money, it's none of your business how you want to spend it!" someone else said for Ke Ke.

Ke Ke still put the chips into the coin slot without haste, without even looking at them.

When manager Mike and customer Fred arrived, all they saw was her profile, head down, playing with her phone.

"How many chips have you invested?" Mike asked the waiter in charge in a low voice.

The waiter sorted out his thoughts, and said with difficulty: "700 million."

He watched her carelessly throwing a sum of money that he would not be able to make in his life into the mouth of the demon "BADlUCK" without any care, and his mood was so complicated that he even wanted to resign.

"Hello?" A voice behind them interrupted their conversation.

Fred looked out and saw the woman on the phone.

His expression was as if he saw the Tyrannosaurus rex stomping down the casino.

"No, you didn't bother me." Coco handed the cup to the waiter and said, "I'm not busy with anything."

The waiter holding the glass glanced at the shiny slot machine, and his mood could no longer be described in complicated terms.

He would wager that she must be the princess of some country or the most favored daughter of some oligarch.

"The weather in Gotham is pretty good." Ke Ke didn't grasp the chip properly, the chip rolled to the ground, along the cracks in the ground, Gululu turned somewhere.

Ke Ke didn't care where the chip rolled, she was about to take another one, but one hand held the chip and handed it to her eyes.

She looked up that hand and saw a white-haired man wearing a black round cap.

"Your chips," Fred said.

"Thank you." Coco took the chips and stuffed them into the coin slot, and then said: "I shouldn't be going back so soon, Gotham is still quite interesting."

"That's all for now, goodbye."

She hung up the phone and stuffed it into her pocket.

"Boyfriend?" Fred asked.

Coco glanced at him and shrugged, neither admitting nor denying.

"He shouldn't have let you come to Gotham alone." Fred spoke like a kind and kind grandfather, and you would even think he was the kind who would keep all kinds of candy in his pocket at any time to entertain those An old man with a child, but Mike knew that Fred was not the kind of good person. He would only ruin other people's families, make parents lose their children, or children lose their parents.

"Why?" Coco asked.

"Gotham is too dangerous for a girl like you." Fred said with a smile.

The corners of Coco's lips parted, and she showed a weird smile, which seemed to be mocking, but also seemed to be happy.

She touched a chip, "Blow it for me."

Fred stroked his white, well-groomed beard, and said with a smile, "This is not what I, a bad old man, should do. Alternatively, you can pick a handsome guy or a pretty girl."

"Maybe?" Coco shrugged, "But I think you can bring me good luck."

She held the chip and handed it to Fred.

Fred blew, and at that moment, an ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart, just like the feeling he felt before every loss.

When the chip fell into the slot machine, this time, Ke Ke looked at the slot machine, she pulled the handle down, and the pattern inside began to rotate, the same as before, but a little different.

Jingle bells jingle bells...

Cheerful music sounded, and a string of numbers "[-]" suddenly appeared in the slot machine.

Jackpot!

Crash.

Like a snow mountain jumping, countless chips spit out from the coin outlet like waves.

That situation, everyone present may not be able to forget it in their lifetime.

There was an endless stream of chips, as if the control dam inside had burst. They watched the chips spew out without blinking, their breathing was heavy, and their pupils dilated.

This process lasted for a full minute before stopping.

But the chips piled up in front of Ke Ke almost reached her calf.

Bright, colorful chips glowed under casino chandeliers.

There are also a lot of things like rings that other people dropped into it by accident before.

"Ah..." Someone covered his mouth and looked at the hill on the ground in disbelief.

The greed in someone's eyes is almost coming out.

Fred was the first to recover, he was more surprised than others, but also calmer than others.

He smiled and stepped forward, "Sorry, there is something wrong with this slot machine. We will return your chips in full."

If it was Las Vegas, Fred would laugh and have someone cash the chips into a check and spread the word about it so more gamblers would come and try their luck.

But now in Gotham, the rules of Gotham are-take the loser's money and take the winner's money.

Of course, only those who won too much.

For example, cocoa.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Oh, how can you do this! This is the money this girl won, and she deserves it." A potbellied gentleman said with a puffed stomach. If we ignore the malicious look in his eyes, we can call him A nice guy, after all, it's easier to steal money from a girl than from a penguin.

Fred was still smiling, he waved his hand, and the security guards with live ammunition had come from everywhere.

They snapped the safety off in unison.

"Sorry, we have something to do tonight, ladies and gentlemen, please come again next time." Mike gently persuaded everyone.

His persuasion is especially effective with a gun in hand.

After everyone left, only Ke Ke and the people from the casino were left on the second floor of the lively casino.

She still looked careless, and pulled the backpack on the ground casually. She suddenly exerted force, and the backpack spun in a circle, and the huge centrifugal force sent everyone flying away.

Chips were flying all over the sky, and under the cold light, red, yellow, and green chips flew out of the backpack one by one.

At the same time, gunshots rang out.

"Damn it, that bitch must be dead." Among the dispersed crowd, there was still an unwilling guy hiding in the alley, and cursed in a low voice when he heard the gunshots coming from the Bingshan Casino.

After cursing this sentence, he spat on the ground, then turned and left.

Bang bang bang.

Gunshots came and went, one after another.

"Catch her! You bastards!" Fred's neatly combed hair was in a mess at this moment, and the scattered white hair covered his eyes, and he could only vaguely see a constantly flickering figure.

Mike soon realized that the other party was teasing them. She didn't try her best at all, but just teased them like a cat teasing a mouse.

"Okay, it's almost finished." A female voice sounded.

Before Mike had time to figure out what she was talking about, he felt a punch in the jaw, gold stars splashed in front of his eyes, he was dizzy, and his eyelids drooped.

After taking three seconds to KO everyone, Ke Ke picked up the backpack from the ground and stuffed all the chips into the backpack. She walked to the stairs and saw a waiter shivering in the corner, and there happened to be an AK in front of him. —[-].

Coco walked towards the waiter step by step.

The face of the other party turned pale, wishing to integrate himself into the wall.

Ke Ke picked up the wood/bin, whistled and walked downstairs.

On the first floor, the vigilant security guards surrounded Ke Ke in a circle.

With a gun in one hand, she leaned against the exchange office and patted the table, "Exchange it into a check."

"I, we..." The staff at the exchange office stammered and wanted to refuse.

Ke Ke glanced at him, and he immediately changed his words, "We will change immediately."

A check for $[-] million seems no different from a check for $[-] million.

Ke Ke looked at the check carefully against the light, and then concluded that there was indeed no difference. She threw the check into her backpack and walked outside.

"Stop her! Don't let her run away!" Mike, who woke up from a coma, lay on the stairs and shouted loudly.

Everyone swarmed around.

Coco turned her head and smiled.

Outside the casino, vehicles were constantly rushing by. In the drizzle, her figure was as fast as lightning. Sometimes she stepped on the oncoming car, jumped forward a few meters, and sometimes jumped into the crowd sideways. middle.

It's just tens of seconds of effort.

She completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

That night.

While Penguin was enjoying a rare moment of leisure in the bathtub, the phone rang.

He had a Cuban cigar in his mouth, and held an elegant wine glass between two carrot-like fingers.

Penguin cursed under his breath and connected the phone.

"Hello?" His low, gruff voice echoed in the bathroom.

"What?" He stood up from the hot water, the fat all over his body trembled because of this action, like waves on the sea blown by the wind.

Penguin's eyes were almost on fire. He slapped the wine glass in his hand on the ground, got out of the bathtub, put on his bathrobe, and walked outside with his eyes wide open, "Tell everyone to look for that! Get the bitch out!"