America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

He pointed to the flashy glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"The lenses have a special optical coating that ordinary casino UV anti-counterfeiting lights and infrared surveillance can't detect. The cards in the surveillance footage are spotless. My friend used this trick to win for half a month on Vegas Avenue, and the alarm wasn't triggered even once..."

"It sounds pretty perfect." Chen Ming nodded.

"So, as long as you don't run into a boring person like me who can stare at your hands, you're absolutely safe?"

"Not entirely, the casino will notice if you win too much... but you are indeed quite abnormal. I consider myself to be quite quick." The man in sunglasses muttered to himself.

"Take this as a compliment."

Chen Ming accepted all the purple chips on the sink without any hesitation.

"You can go now, sir... but before you leave, give me your friend's contact information."

The man in sunglasses turned pale instantly.

"Dude, stop messing around. If he finds out I sold him out, he'll definitely blow my pickup truck to smithereens with a drone."

"It's always a good thing to get to know more high-end technical talents. Maybe I'll need to order some other gadgets in the future." Chen Ming patted his shoulder, his tone gentle but leaving no room for refusal.

"Give me a encrypted account, or I'll expose your cheating now. The choice is yours."

The man in sunglasses gritted his teeth and reluctantly recited a string of encrypted chat software account information.

"His code name is 'Wrench,' and he only accepts Bitcoin... Don't say I introduced him!"

After saying that, he quickly opened the bathroom door and rushed into the noisy crowd outside without looking back.

Chen Ming saved the account to his phone's memo with satisfaction—in a place like the United States, sometimes a reliable tech person is more useful than 100,000 yuan in cash.

But just as he was planning to go directly to the VIP counter and exchange all his chips for legal casino drafts, his phone suddenly started vibrating wildly in his pocket.

Sofia's name was displayed on the screen.

Chen Ming pressed the answer button.

"You'd better have the checks written and be waiting for me by the fountain in the Bellagio lobby. If you lose all my money, I'll have no choice but to give you to old Sam..."

"Chen... this is the situation I'm in."

On the other end of the phone, Sofia's voice was very low, and the background noise could be faintly heard as several rough men shouting and cursing.

"Didn't you go play baccarat?" Chen Ming frowned.

"I was playing... but less than ten minutes after I sat down, the dealer insisted on checking my ID, saying I didn't look like I was over twenty-one." Sophia's tone carried a clear hint of guilt.

"I was worried about getting into trouble if I used my real driver's license, so I went to a small casino in a nearby motel that didn't check IDs much..."

"And then?" Chen Ming rubbed his temples, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.

"Then I met a bunch of redneck cowboys who had just flown in from Texas for the weekend at the Texas Hold'em tables here." Sofia swallowed.

"I really only intended to lose a hundred dollars and leave, but they kept making sexist and lame jokes at me, and I couldn't take it anymore..."

"You gambled away all my money?"

"No!" Sophia's voice became agitated.

"I got so angry that I won five hands in a row, and now I have almost 50,000 chips in front of me, but these Texans are so desperate that they're accusing me of cheating... They've already pulled out guns and blocked the casino's back door!"

"Has your brain been melted by the Nevada sun?"

Chen Ming pressed his temples and gritted his teeth.

"Texans even carry a gun on their hip when they go to Walmart to buy toilet paper, and you actually dared to win $50,000 from them at a black market casino that doesn't even have a proper license?"

"They started it! That fat bastard with the MAGA hat insisted that women should just stay home and bake apple pies!"

"What about casino security?"

"It's a seventy-year-old man with an oxygen tube attached; he's hiding under the bar with the cashier..."

Chen Ming took a deep breath.

"Send me your location. Now push all the chips in front of you to them and raise your hands above your head, pretending to be terrified. Don't provoke them."

"No way! Your 30,000 yuan is part of your money laundering capital in there, and I absolutely refuse to give money I earned through my own hard work to these underdeveloped apes!"

"...Then you can just wait to be stuffed into a sack and thrown into the Grand Canyon!"

Chen Ming hung up the phone, and Sophia's location popped up on the screen.

The motel called "Golden Spurs" on Boulder Avenue is located in a notorious lawless area of ​​Vegas, full of drug addicts, homeless people, and gangsters.

He strode out of the luxurious gates of the Bellagio, casually pulled up a Ford taxi parked on the side of the road, and slapped two hundred-dollar bills directly onto the center console.

"Drive faster, I'll pay your speeding ticket."

The Black driver's eyes lit up the moment he saw Franklin's image, and he floored the gas pedal.

"Hold on tight, buddy, my driving skills are award-winning!"

Fifteen minutes later.

With a screech of brakes, the taxi stopped under a dilapidated sign with flashing neon lights.

Chen Ming pushed open the glass door covered with pornographic male-male cards, and a stench of cheap beer mixed with stale tobacco oil hit him.

In the narrow, dimly lit hall, several scratched slot machines were still flashing. In front of the Texas Hold'em table at the far end, three burly men in plaid shirts were cursing and pointing guns at Sofia.

"Get out, you Asians! We're closed today!"

The fat man, wearing a MAGA hat and reeking of alcohol, roughly waved the Colt revolver in his hand.

Chen Ming ignored him, walked to the gambling table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"Don't get agitated, buddy. She's my accountant... I heard you two are arguing over 50,000 yuan?"

"She's definitely cheating! Even a world champion couldn't possibly beat us five times in a row!" the fat man roared.

"That's because you guys don't even know how to calculate odds, you just blindly bet everything based on your gut feeling!" Sophia clutched the chip tray tightly in her arms, her body trembling as she continued to mock them.

Chen Ming sighed, threw his heavy backpack on the table, and unzipped it.

The bundles of banknotes and high-value purple chips inside instantly dazzled the three rednecks.

"The Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department's response time for armed robberies on this street is three and a half minutes." Chen Ming took out his phone and threw it on the table.

"You can choose to shoot, take all the money here, and then get rammed by SWAT armored vehicles before you get onto the interstate..."

"How many years do you want to be sentenced to?"

The fat man swallowed hard, then suddenly turned his gun towards Chen Ming.

"Are you trying to scare me? I'm..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Ming's left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the cylinder of the revolver and preventing it from turning to fire. His right hand, as if wielding a knife, slashed hard at the fat man's wrist.

"what!"

The fat man screamed in pain and collapsed. Chen Ming seized the gun and threw the magazine aside, dumping all six golden bullets onto the Texas Hold'em poker table.

The other two burly men in plaid shirts immediately changed their expressions.

"Don't move."

Chen Ming threw the empty gun into the pile of discarded cards, then magically pulled out his Glock and pressed it against the fat man's forehead.