A Certain Marvel Super Player

"Dylan."

"Um."

"How much money did you bring?"

"Five million, is that enough?"

"I'll lend you another five million. If we add them all up, we'll get ten million. If you come to Boda, we'll pay six or four cents."

"Why am I only on the sixth floor?"

"Ah, the sixth floor is mine, and you are the fourth floor."

"...Why?"

"I'll lend you money."

"I have money."

"Are you qualified enough to take the seat?"

Locke glanced at Dylan and said calmly.

Although Tony Stark is the most ideal and suitable villain in the minds of various professional gamblers in Las Vegas, he is the big fat sheep.

but……

Few professional gamblers get to eat this fat sheep without a little trouble.

the reason is simple.

Most gamblers are not qualified to sit at the same table as Tony Stark. The threshold for entry is 10 million gambling dollars. This alone is enough to dissuade 90% of professional gamblers. .

Nothing else.

What if?

Even a professional gambler is not guaranteed to win every time he gambles, especially a gamble with a net worth of 10 million. For rich people like Tony Stark, it is pocket money at most, but for professional gamblers, it is almost half of the net worth.

The Federation is hierarchical, obviously.

Locke said: "Do it or not, I paid five million to accompany you to have fun. To be honest, if I don't beat you to the eighth level, it is already for the sake of both of us."

Dylan looked at Locke curiously: "You have a grudge against Stark?"

Locke shook his head: "It's the first time today that we are so close."

This is the truth.

"Then why did you..."

"With this kind of person, it's okay if you don't get close to see him, but if you get closer, you will find that he is very in need of a draw."

"……to be honest."

"His security guard just pushed me."

"..."

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, or if he was wearing sunglasses, that damn fat man dared to push him to give it a try. As long as he dared to take action, the unparalleled assassin would dare to kill on this cruise ship.

Dylan laughed and shook his head: "No."

Locke looked at Dylan.

Dylan played with the chips in his hand: "Locke, in our industry, the most taboo thing is to put your own emotions on the gambling table. I'm here to make money, not to be angry."

Locke raised his eyebrows and glanced at Dylan.

quite a while.

Locke shrugged: "Okay, I hope you have a good time."

Dylan smiled slightly, hugged Locke again, waved, turned and walked towards the elevator.

Locke looked at Dylan entering the elevator and also smiled.

If you don't want to, just don't want to.

Locke never forced himself on others.

and……

Dylan is right.

Work is work and private matters are private matters and cannot be confused.

This is why after Dylan retired from the Navy, he relied on the retirement pay given by the military to earn his current net worth of five million bit by bit.

Dylan knows the trade-offs.

Las Vegas is so big that if you win money, you can just run away.

here?

If the big fat sheep gets angry, there are only a few people who can withstand it.

Locke lowered his head and smiled.

"Locke."

"Um?"

After Dylan left, Gwen blinked and looked at Locke curiously: "Didn't you say you don't have many friends in Texas?"

Locke sat down, looked at the curious Gwen next to him, then looked at the two curious babies opposite, and smiled: "I mean, I don't have friends of the same age, and I didn't say that I don't have other friends."

He has wisdom in this life.

It's nonsense to expect him to make friends with a bunch of brats. Therefore, Locke doesn't have a single friend in Texas, not one of his own age.

Naturally, there are a few friends who are older than him.

Clint Chester is both a teacher and a friend.

Dylan, whom he met when he first went to Las Vegas, taught him most of the knowledge about the gaming tables.

Gwen's eyes flashed suddenly, staring at Locke's crystal clear blue eyes, and the corner of her mouth drew a beautiful arc: "Your story in Texas must be exciting."

Locke smiled and said: "I will tell you when I have the opportunity in the future."

That will probably take a long, long time.

As long as the identity of the Peerless Assassin can be kept secret, his story in Texas will probably remain a secret.

Opposite Cindy and Kahn looked at the scene of their eyes facing each other with affection, feeling their whole bodies numb and making various funny expressions for a while.

A bit of fun.

The four of them got up and headed towards the restaurant that Gwen and Cindy had just discussed.

Gwen looked at Locke, who was walking in front and was familiar with the road, and blinked: "This is your first time here."

Locke hummed: "There is a map in the room, haven't you seen it?"

Gwen nodded: "I saw it, but do you remember it all?"

Locke walked into the chosen restaurant and said with a smile: "I remember a little bit."

Gwen: "..."

As a apprentice under the master-disciple system, Locke has all the skills a professional killer should have. When he arrives in a new place, he can recognize the map here and explore various quick escape routes in his mind.

This is a basic skill.

A killer may not have good killing skills, but if his escape skills are not up to par, it will make people laugh out loud.

In the afternoon.

Locke, Gwen, Cindy and Kahn walked around the entire cruise ship, but by nightfall, they had only visited more than half of the twelfth floor.

too big.

After all, it is a large cruise ship that can accommodate more than 6,000 people. The most important thing is that after accommodating more than 6,000 people, scattered on these sixteen floors, it does not seem crowded at all.

Finished dinner.

Cindy and Kahn chose to go back to the room directly.

Locke looked at Kahn, whose eyes were shining, and sighed. If you don't know how to exercise restraint now, you will regret it in the future.

but……

Cindy's eyes were also shining.

Locke could only hope that Kahn could understand that Wolfberry was a good friend as soon as possible. Apart from that, he said nothing more and walked towards their room with Gwen.

but.

When Locke opened the door.

The door diagonally opposite opened.

Gwen was stunned for a moment, then looked at the woman walking out of the room, her eyes lit up: "You are Ms. Pepper Potts."

Pepper, who had just come out of the boss's room and was about to go back to her own room, looked at Gwen opposite, who called her name with a youthful air, and frowned: "You are..."

"Gwen Stacy!"

Gwen smiled and stretched out her hand towards Pepper and said, "A few days ago, when you went to Osborne, I was in the laboratory."

Pepper's thoughts changed rapidly, and the picture was fixed on a woman wearing a white coat and a ponytail who visited Osborne to visit the lizard serum research experiment a few days ago. She quickly recovered and shook Gwen's hand: "You are Dr. Connors' assistant."

Gwen nodded: "Yes, I saw you when we were on the deck just now, but there were too many people at that time, so I was embarrassed to talk to you."

Pepper smiled, then her eyes fell on Locke next to Gwen.

As a qualified full-power assistant to the chairman, his own boss's nostrils are turned upward. Naturally, a qualified assistant cannot do this.

not to mention……

Pepper Potts is also Tony Stark's assistant appointed by Howard Stark, the deceased former chairman of Stark Industries.

"Pepper Potts!"

"Locke Broughton."

Pepper and Locke shook hands, flipping through the memories in his mind quickly, and then settled on some time ago, which caused a sensation and caused the FBI to sign an understanding agreement, sued the Department of Homeland Security, and even brought three A Homeland Security agent was imprisoned, and Locke Broughton was linked to the case that caused a sensation in New York.

The game of Locke's lawsuit shocked New York and even most of the Commonwealth.

Pepper Potts was naturally also concerned.

but……

After Pepper said a few words that were not nutritious, he walked towards the elevator.

Return to the room.

Locke then looked at Gwen curiously: "Pepper Potts is from Stark Industries, how come he went to Osborn Biotechnology?"

Gwen walked towards the sofa and stretched: "Dr. Connors's laboratory lacks funds."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"Did I tell you about Dr. Connors's research?"

"Um."

Locke walked towards the wine cabinet and started looking for wine: "Rebirth of broken limbs."

Gwen laughed directly: "What about rebirth of a broken limb? What we are studying is rapid self-healing."

Locke looked up: "Is there any difference?"

Didn't Dr. Connors just want to restore himself from a disabled state to a normal person, so he started researching the lizard serum?

Gwen shook his head: "In short, Dr. Connors has been engaged in this research since he was hired by Osborne Biology. However, two years have passed. Chairman Norman Osborne has basically been doing this for the past six months. The authority delegated power to the board of directors, and the board of directors felt that Dr. Connors’s research progress was slow and they were unwilling to provide funds.”

Locke waved his right hand inside the bar and took out his Thunder Bourbon. Then, grabbing the Thunder Bourbon, he walked towards the sofa: "What does that have to do with Stark Industries?"

No matter what, it probably has nothing to do with Stark Industries.

Gwen smiled: "Dr. Connors knows an executive from Stark Industries. It just so happens that that person can speak in front of Tony Stark, so that's why Ms. Pepper Potts went there." It’s a matter of looking at whether this research is worth poaching.”

Locke understood: "Is this trying to use Stark Industries to make the Osborn creatures feel a sense of crisis and continue to provide funding to Dr. Connors' laboratory?"

Gwen nodded: "That's it. In fact, the next day, the board of directors of Osborne Biotechnology restored the funding for Dr. Connors' laboratory."

Locke nodded sincerely: "Awesome."

A bang.

Locke took out two cups, looked at Gwen, smiled and said, "Would you like a cup?"

Gwen tilted her head and looked at Locke.

after awhile.

Gwen narrowed her beautiful crescent moon: "Locke, even if there is no wine, we will sleep together."

Locke: "..."

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