I cut reality into a movie

"good evening."

After saying hello to a few people at the gaming table, Romon exchanged glances with Mensky.

Neither of them spoke, but after nodding their heads with a half-smile, they officially began to gamble.

"two thousand."

In this round, Mensky was the banker. After checking the cards, he grabbed four chips and threw them on the table, then looked at Romon with a sneer.

At this moment, a beauty in an orange silk dress came to the table. She bent down, kissed Mensky's left cheek lightly, and said softly, "My dear, the makeup is a little wasteful." time."

"Slightly?" Mensky looked at his girlfriend displeased, and said sarcastically, "Honey, you were late for a full hour? Thanks to your lateness, the goddess of luck, these few friends around me had a good time." night."

Listening to Mensky blaming herself for the loss, her girlfriend didn't speak anymore. She turned around angrily, then rolled her eyes and walked to the bar, and started to drink alone.

"Call!"

At this moment, Romon spoke at the right time and drew Mensky's attention to himself with a calling call.

As the saying goes, if a husband commits a crime now, he will be punished by heaven and earth.

Originally, Mensky was annoyed at Romon as a boy, but now that he had a small quarrel with his girlfriend, he was even more annoyed at this man.

"Refill, 1 yuan!"

Seeing the fourth card turned out by the croupier, Mensky resolutely raised, and then looked provocatively at Romon.

"Call, 1 yuan!"

Romon also returned a provocative look, and looked at Mensky with a sneer.

"ALL IN!"

After the croupier dealt out the fifth card and Mensky confirmed his hole cards, all the chips directly in front of him were pushed onto the gaming table.

"ALL IN!"

Romon was still fighting each other, not losing the slightest bit.

As for the other gamblers at the table, after watching Romon and Mensky get angry, they discarded the cards early and chose to watch the two of them fight with a mentality of eating melons.

Although there are no special seats, the other drinkers standing around the gaming table watching the excitement can discuss the vindictive duel on the gaming table in a low voice:

"Hey! Brother, look quickly, those two are acting recklessly!"

"Have you got a lot of energy? Where? Oh, shit, you've really got a lot of energy... Wait! How many chips are they putting on the table? Why is it such a big stack?"

"Look around, it must be at least a hundred thousand dollars."

"How much? One hundred thousand dollars!? The last time I saw this kind of big gambling game was in a movie. I thought that only in movies would there be such rich people who don't treat money as money. I didn't expect that there are also in reality. "

"Hey~~ Why don't you treat money as money? I think they are just gnashing their teeth and trying to hold on. Didn't you look at the older one, his forehead is sweating?"

Hearing the chattering voices of the melon-eaters around him, the sneer on Menziz's face suddenly froze. The most unbearable thing in his life is that someone looks down on him.

So he gritted his teeth secretly, took out his checkbook and was about to continue to raise bets, but the croupier at the side stopped him: "Sir, we only accept bets with chips on the table here, and we don't accept call bets outside the venue."

boom!

Mensky, who pretended to be interrupted, slammed the check clip on the check folder. After glancing at the croupier with gloomy eyes, he licked his lips and threw the car key on the table into the pile of chips: "This car key is on the table. right? I'll bet on it."

"Sir, you..."

The croupier still wanted to stop, but Romon interrupted: "Sir, I rented a car in Tulum, so how about I just use the glass of wine in my hand as an additional bet?"

Looking at the half-drinked martini in Romon's hand, Mensky didn't refuse, but just said with a sneer: "Of course, sir, I accept your bet."

After confirming the bet increase with Romon, Mensky waved his hand at the croupier: "Mr. croupier, the gentleman opposite me and I both agree with this bet, you draw the cards."

Two fucking lunatics.

Isn't it just playing cards?As for such a big temper?Even put the car on it, do you think you are making a movie?

Seeing that both of them were angry, the croupier didn't bother to persuade them, and directly dealt the last card, which was an ace.

The dealer's hole cards were all dealt, and it was time for Romon and Menzies to perform.

Among them, as the banker, Menzies first showed two cards in his hand, a pair of kings, plus a king in the croupier's hole card, forming a 3K combination in an instant, which is considered a rather big card in Texas Hold'em. Dare to crush your own car.

Menzies showed his hole card, and the next pressure came to Romon's side.

Everyone in the bar looked at Romon in unison.

They were all waiting to see his jokes.

After all, according to the hole cards drawn by the croupier, unless Romon can have a pair of aces, he can only lose this bet.

That's a pair of aces. Some people play Texas Hold'em for a lifetime, and they may not be able to get a super hole card once.

"Sir, sometimes keeping some suspense and leaving decently will make people like you more." Basically sure that he has the chance to win, Mensky began to mock Romon.

"No, no, no! This is not decent. If you don't even have the courage to shine a sword in the face of the enemy, can you still be called decent?"

Luo Meng shook his head, then smiled and turned over the hole cards: "And... who said I would definitely lose?"

An ace of hearts.

An ace of spades.

Romon pointed the tips of the two Aces of Hearts at Menzies, as if piercing Menzies' heart with two sharp spears.

Silence!

Seeing that Romon's hole cards turned out to be two Aces, all the drinkers in the tavern covered their mouths in surprise:

Is this shooting God of Gamblers?

How can there be such a reversal?

The drinkers were immersed in Romon's wonderful comeback, while Menzies, who was at the center of the game, seemed to fall from heaven to hell in an instant.

The great frustration, shame, and pain of losing his beloved sports car burned Menzies like a bone-eating fire.

He was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on Romon's two hearts.

He wanted to yell so much, this bastard must have cheated, but his rationality told him that if he really dared to yell like that, his life would really be over.

He must admit to this fiasco!

We must also endure this fiasco!

Menzies crazily adjusted his mentality, constantly comforting himself that he must be a chic person, but at this moment, Romon wanted to kill people and punish him.

Hulahula collected the chips on the table, and at the same time said with a smile: "Sir, don't forget to give me the parking card."

Romon's words about the parking card almost gave Menzis the back of his breath.

He opened the check folder again, took out the parking card from it and threw it at Romon, and just as he was about to say some harsh words to Romon to start the second half of the game, his cell phone rang.

Looking at the caller's phone, Menziz's expression changed instantly, and then he didn't care about the gamble, and ran out of the bar all the way while grabbing his phone.

It was Lehn calling.

Romon's stealth drone lurking beside Le En captured everything clearly, so Romon was not in a hurry to chase Mensky, but slowly put away his chips, holding the newly acquired Aston Martin went to fetch someone.

After parking the silver-white sports car in front of the Midsummer Hotel, Romon waited for about 5 minutes before a beauty in an orange silk dress walked down the stairs of the Midsummer Hotel stepping on silver high heels.

She came to Aston Martin, looked at this sports car that was so familiar that she couldn't be more familiar with it, and shook her head slightly. Just as she was about to leave, Romon left the car, stood by the car door and invited:

"Ma'am, can I take you home?"

Under the moonlight, Romon's smile was soft and charming, matched with his affectionate and mysterious black eyes, the lady smiled wryly: "If you send me home, you will definitely drive that guy crazy, I'm not that cruel."

"Sometimes, bad women are often more charming than good ones." Romon shrugged and said, "Would you like to come to my house for a drink?"

"To your house?" The woman's eyes began to flicker, and after a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Is it very close?"

"It should be closer than you think."

The smile on Romon's face deepened, and finally the woman nodded and said, "Just one cup."

beep.

The James Bond teasing class has started.

Q: What does it take to hook up with a girl?

A: Very simple, just smile is enough.

But before you smile, you still need to prepare billions of props, such as a handsome face, such as a perfect body, such as a deep enough voice, such as an Aston Martin.

Carrying Mensky's girlfriend, Romon circled around the flower bed in front of the Midsummer Hotel, and then brought the beautiful lady to the Midsummer Hotel.

As the brakes were stepped on, Romon smiled and looked at the girl beside him: "Look, as I said, my home is closer than you think."

"Helen." Stretching out her hand to Romon, Helen smiled and said, "I think we can get to know each other."

"Bond, James Bond."

Dafang said his name, and just as Romon was about to get out of the car to open the door for Helen, Helen suddenly asked, "Mr. Bond, do you often seduce other people's lovers like this?"

"It also depends on the situation."

"what's the situation?"

"When my heart beats."

Chapter 112 Impossible!Absolutely impossible!There will never be a handsome man as a secret agent in this world!

Around the Blackwater Port, there is the busiest night market in Tulum.

Every passenger who comes to Tulum on a cruise ship will enjoy their first seafood meal in Tulum in this night market.

The aroma of grilled fish and shrimp, combined with the night breeze, constantly teased Mensky's sense of smell.

He licked his lips and sat at the counter of an open-air bar, waiting for his benefactor to disembark from the cruise ship.

"Mensky."

"Mr. Lehn, are you also in Tulum for vacation?"

Looking at Le En, whose hair was disheveled by the night wind, Mensky greeted him with a smile.

"When I got on the boat from Miami, my mentality was to be on vacation, but after halfway through the boat, my vacation mood was completely ruined, completely ruined by some idiot!"

Glancing at the bar owner behind the counter, Lehn signaled Mensky to follow his footsteps with his eyes.

"Mr. Le En, what do you mean?" After catching up with Le En, Mensky said displeasedly, "I came here from Midsummer Hotel to meet you, not to listen to your eccentricity!"

"Hehe, do you think I'm an idiot? It's good if I can hold back and not yell." With a cold glance at Mensky, Le En said, "Okay, there are many people on the street, let's talk in detail in your car Bar."

Pfft!

Lehn's rightful request to get in the car was like stabbing Mensky's freshly scabbed wound, watching the blood flow out, and then imitating the Turkish salt sprinkler's posture and throwing salt crazily.

At this moment, Mensky could only feel his head buzzing, his heart beating, and the corners of his eyes twitching. The painful memories of the fiasco in the gambling game just now were like a whip with water on his body.

Every blow is a pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.

"what happened to you?"

Seeing Mensky's ugly face like a terminal cancer, Le En was a little stunned.

He carefully recalled what he said just now, and he didn't seem to have said anything he couldn't say, why did he do this to the idiot in front of him?

"No, I'm fine, nothing at all."

Like a rusty metal doll, Mensky turned his neck stiffly, covering up the fiasco at the gaming table just now.

"Mr. Lehn, there is something wrong with the car I drove to Tulum. Let's talk about it directly. If you are afraid of people around you eavesdropping, we can also communicate in Italian."

What Mensky thought was to quickly turn over the story of his car loss, but Le En heard that he could even have an accident with the car, and the disappointed expression on his face became heavier: "Why the hell did I ask you to cooperate?" !"

Insulting Mensky's stupidity, Lehn said in Italian: "Mensky, do you know that the idiot you arrested in Honduras was killed by the FBI?"

"Ha, what are you talking about? The person I sent to arrest people was caught by the FBI?" Hearing Le En's aggressive information, Mensky ignored Le En's insults to him, and directly grabbed Le En's shirt I have to ask clearly.

"Mensky, if it wasn't for your idiot men being caught, would I have come to you with enough food?"

Shaking Mensky's hand away, Le En said, "I don't have time to deal with that dead idiot now. Let me ask you, how much information does that idiot have about you, will you expose it?"

"He's a gang member I was looking for in Mexico. He doesn't know anything other than what I look like, including my phone number to contact him. It's also a black number I bought locally in Mexico. It won't expose my truth. identity."

When he first heard that Blackie was arrested, Mensky was indeed a little nervous, but after his own careful analysis, his nervousness dissipated:

Yes, a dog was caught, and I was not exposed, so there is nothing to worry about.