Infinite: The Protagonist Must Die

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Although it is still morning, the casino is open 24 hours a day, and the security guards at the door like two black iron towers have not slacked off.

When Gao Xianda came, he had to change into casual clothes in advance, and then lock the guns, batons, handcuffs and other items in the car. For the police, this is actually a prohibited act.

But this time it was much easier. He just had to put these things in his watch. The security guards at the door could not find them.

Gao Xianda's purpose today is not to gamble money. He behaved as if he were a tourist, only changing dozens of dollars in scattered chips.

I saw him on a table for a while, pressed one or two, and observed for a while. The bet is not big every time, and there are losses and wins, which are not compelling.

After observing enough on a table, change to another table and repeat the above actions.

He didn't make big bets, so he won't care about winning or losing. He spends more time pinching watches and observing. Not only did he write down the results of each platform when it would happen, when the results appeared, the dealer and even the people around him would also keep in mind what the reaction would be.

It is worth noting that the beauty dealers at one of the tables even threw 13 "big" in a row, making many speculators who thought that the next "small" must have lost their blood.

In this way, Gao Xianda spent more than two hours in the casino. At this time, a message came from the system: The story character Sweet has died, the main mission failed, and the script will be reset at 24 tonight.

"Good job! Brad!" Gausenda snapped his fingers. Sure enough, without CJ's intervention, with Brad's ability, Sweet would surely die.

After confirming the good news, he lost the interest in continuing to observe, so he withdrew his chips and left the casino.

Gao Xianda didn't eat breakfast this morning, just drank some milk. Seeing that it was almost noon, his stomach began to grunt.

Thinking of the strange vision of the waiters when he and Brad ate the buffet here, Gao Xianda felt red on the face. He would rather be hungry than eat the buffet here.

Fortunately, there is a Chinese restaurant just two streets away from the casino.

Speaking of Chinese cuisine, it does not sell the Cantonese cuisine common in Chinatown. This restaurant is just a Lanzhou ramen restaurant.

The boss is called Uncle Jian, and this year it is more than fifty. Although he is thin, he cooks ramen all the year round, and he has developed distinct muscles. He was a first-generation immigrant. He belonged to the early migrant workers, had no culture, and did not recognize all the Chinese characters. A few years old, I started to learn English again from the beginning. Naturally, my level is limited. With a strong accent, I will not say anything except the sentences commonly used in daily order.

As a Chinese, Gao Xianda speaks Mandarin very well, but can chat with Uncle Jian. The business in Uncle Jian's shop is average. In order to save money, he is the only person from the chef to the running hall. No one usually chats. It is uncomfortable. Every time he sees Gao Xianda, he is very enthusiastic.

Gao Xianda was hungry this time, and ordered a large bowl of wide belt noodles. There are no other guests in the shop, so the dishes are served fast. Not long after, the noodles were served on the table.

Gao Xianda went to the Ming stall to hold a plate of vegetables, a small plate of peanuts, a can of coke, and eat and drink. Youzaiyouzao.

Uncle Ken’s noodles are very tasty. The noodles are flexible and the beef is thin and tender. The soup is clear and aftertaste. With chives and radishes, it is 10,000 times more delicious than the spaghetti pressed by the machine.

But when eating, Gao Xianda felt something was wrong.

When he usually comes to eat noodles, Uncle Jian is like a babble. Even if Gao Xianda does not make trouble, Uncle Jian will have to chatter about his own things.

He said that his business has been sluggish recently, that prices have been skyrocketing recently, that his only daughter is about to graduate in medical school, but he has no boyfriend yet. Aunt Sophie in the bakery next door rushed at him again yesterday. She flinched...

In short, they are short gossips among parents. Although they are chattering, they are very kind.

It's a pity that Uncle Jian's sad face today is not very high, but just sighed beside him.

Gao Xianda naturally developed curiosity, and asked, "What's wrong, Uncle Jian, is there anything difficult?"

Uncle Jian sighed a long time before speaking, and walked in the door to walk in three young men. They all look Asian, but they are thinner and smaller.

Seeing someone coming home, Uncle Jian stood up immediately, put on a smiley face, and said in Chinese: "Three, eat noodles? Please sit down!"

"Speak English! You bastard!" said the young man headed. Hearing his crappy English accent, he knew he was a Japanese.

Although Gao Xianda did not have any anti-Japanese sentiments, he was still somewhat disgusted with this person's arrogant attitude. It is said that the Japanese are the most polite, but now it seems not so.

Uncle Jian was surprised, no matter what kind of guests have encountered. He quickly said in English with a strong local accent: "Three, please, what do you want to eat?"

"Don't eat anything! This month's protection fee should be paid!" The two young men in the back deliberately opened their coats, exposing their bodies, with a variety of cool tattoos on them.

Uncle Jian’s English is not very good, and it seems that he does not understand well. When they saw their clothes open, they pointed to the ceiling fan behind them, and quickly said, “It’s hot, it doesn’t matter. There is a fan, there is a fan, please sit down!”

Little Japan saw that Uncle Ken didn't understand too much, and compared with a little money, he said: "Not a fan, but a protection fee!"

Uncle Jian saw their action to compare some money, and suddenly realized: "It's okay, it's hot, and I'm not afraid of power consumption!"

These little Japanese have better English than Uncle Ken, but they also have a strong Japanese accent. Obviously there are obstacles in the communication between them, most of them are gestures. It sounded obvious that Gao Xianda was talking differently, and couldn't help feeling very funny.

Uncle Ken chatted and talked, all talking about eating noodles, and those three little Japans were a little bit stretched.

The head of the "Wow" groaned, and scolded "Ba Ga" several times. He lifted his foot and kicked over a nearby table. The oil and vinegar, seasonings, and chopstick cages were all overturned. On the ground.

Uncle Ken was so scared that he stepped back a few steps, his face scared. He still doesn't seem to understand why the three eaters have to kick the table because of the heat.

But Gao Xianda couldn't stand it anymore. He slapped the table vigorously and shouted, "You dare, in the light of day, dare to bully goodness! Is there any law in your eyes?"

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