"Vroom, vroom"
The unique engine roar of a medium-sized motorcycle sounded on the interstate highway leading to the casino city of Las Vegas. Two similarly dressed riders chatted along the way. In the dusk not far away from them, the shadow of the casino city was already vivid in their eyes.
Logan narrowed his eyes and looked at the place. He turned his head and said to the black knight who was listening to rock music beside him,
"John, are you sure the only escapee is in Las Vegas?"
The black knight turned his head. He was wearing a vulgar brown cowboy hat with a gold rim. This guy must like cowboy-related things very much. The clothes he wore were all authentic cowboy-style. Although they were outdated for a long time, he looked surprisingly handsome. This guy's appearance was not as fierce or silly as the average black man. He looked particularly shrewd.
This was a member of the same operation team as Logan and Victor, "Ghost Spirit" John, one of Logan's good brothers. After Logan escaped from the base, the first person he came to was him, and he also got precious information from him.
Faced with Logan's question, John, who was wearing sunglasses, nodded and replied,
"I believe in Dukes. Although that old man has a lot of secrets in his heart, if he decides to tell us, he won't lie to us. His character is like that, so I believe that Remy Leber must be there. As long as we find him, we can know where Stryker's second nest is."
Logan nodded. After a while, he whispered,
"John, after I find Remy Leber, you can go back."
"What? Damn it! "
John slapped his motorcycle fiercely, and he shouted, "You want me to leave you to be a shameful deserter again? I'm not afraid of Stryker. I haven't even settled the score with him for the disgusting things he made us do back then. "
"But you have your own life now!"
Logan said sadly, "You and Dukes have your own lives. I can't involve you because of my hatred. Listen to me, go back, John."
He took a deep breath, twisted the motorcycle's throttle, and sped up again.
"This is between me, Stryker, and Victor … My business, I'll take care of it myself!"
Above the two of them, a small plane quietly flew across the sky and landed in the direction of Las Vegas.
Seiber sat in the lavishly decorated cabin, drinking with Lewis glass after glass of wine. He looked at the scenery outside the window that was getting clearer and clearer. He held a glass of wine and said in a low voice,
"How's Harvey doing? Is everyone convinced by him? "
Compared to Saber's indifference, Lewis was already half drunk. This old man was very happy today. Facing Boss Saber's question, he answered with a lisp.
"Of course. Boss Saber, Boss Harvey is very good at managing the gang. Everyone is convinced. In fact, other than his strange looks and strange habits, he's not difficult to get along with. During the three years you were gone, it was because of his strategy that we were able to gain a foothold in Mexico City."
Lewis thought for a moment and gave him a thumbs-up.
"In terms of management and conspiracy, he's this!"
This guy poured the last glass of wine into his mouth. He fell on the sofa and muttered to himself, "And, burp, let me tell you, Boss Saber, Harvey is a bit weird. He used tarot cards to divine your fate 218 times … Every time, it was exactly the same. He's actually the one who is most convinced that you're still alive."
Fifteen minutes later, Saber, who was carrying a wooden box, strolled into the streets of Las Vegas with Catherine. Both of them wore baseball caps and dressed very low-key, looking like ordinary tourists. They walked through two streets and finally entered an inconspicuous casino.
This thing was considered a specialty of Las Vegas. This city in the desert relied on this thing to become popular all over the world. Every day, tourists from all over the world would drink here. Every day, a batch of lucky millionaires would be born here, but every day, there would also be all kinds of unlucky people who lost all their money and slept on the streets.
Compared to the hazy Gotham and the glamorous New York, this place was more like the naked side of the country. All kinds of shady transactions and transactions were carried out at every moment. If there was a city of desire in this world, it should be in the bright lights of Las Vegas.
Of course, none of this had anything to do with Seiber. Catherine, on the other hand, had exchanged a huge pile of chips for gambling. Seiber didn't care about her at all. The little brat had never stopped her training in the past three years. In addition to her talent, she was now capable of protecting herself. Seiber, on the other hand, was leaning on the black wooden box as if he was leaning on a crutch as he paced around the dimly lit casino.
He was looking for a person, a mysterious Mutant who escaped from Stryker's second nest alone. This was what Hawkins told him. It was said that something happened 2 years ago. Stryker also secretly executed more than a dozen guards who left their posts to gamble with criminals.
But after all, Hawkins only vaguely knew that Stryker's second base was in the north of the United States, but he didn't know where it was.
Soon, Saber found his goal.
Right in front of him, at a gambling table in the corner closest to the back door of the casino, there was a young man wearing a black top hat and a long windbreaker. He was performing acrobatic card skills under the exclamations of a group of young and beautiful ladies.
A stack of poker cards seemed to be alive, flying from his left hand, crossing a series of dizzying gorgeous trajectories in the air, and then steadily landing on his right hand. His left hand gently swayed, and the white arc formed by the poker cards also swayed, it was really like magic.
Saber suddenly felt that the guy in front of him must have a lot in common with the Joker.
"Ka"
The last empty chair was pulled out, and Saber sat on it. He held a handkerchief in his hand, coughed a few times, then rolled up the handkerchief and threw it into the trash can next to him. This series of actions didn't seem to be special, but the young man who had already begun to deal cards frowned slightly under the deep brim of his hat.
He smelled a trace of rotten blood …
He sensed that something was not quite right.
"Remy Leber …"
Saber asked in a low voice. "I'm not looking for the wrong person, am I?"
The young man who was dealing cards stopped his hand movements and swung his left hand. The cards that had been thrown out strangely returned to his palm. He looked at Saber. Under the brim of the hat was a handsome face that could make the eyes of the ladies next to him shine. He was a typical young man with some naturally curly brown hair scattered behind the hat. His blue eyes were like the sea filled with melancholy.
He obviously had French blood on his face, so naturally, he inherited the romantic nature of the French. With a light flick of his finger, a poker card suddenly turned into a white rose in his hand. He gently placed it in the hand of the young lady who was looking at him with infatuation. After doing all this, he leaned back on the chair and looked at Seiber.
"Let me ask first, I don't owe you money, right?"
"Haha, no."
Saber replied with a low chuckle. The young man made an exaggerated expression and nodded. His left hand silently grasped the metal cane beside him. It had a very retro design, and at the top was a fist-sized gem. However, it should be a fake because Saber saw that the edge of the cane was stained with blood that had not been wiped clean. No normal person would use a gem like that to hit someone.
"Then I'm Remy Leber, but I don't think I know you."
He held three poker cards in his right hand, looking very calm. Saber took off his baseball cap and threw it on the table. After knowing that he might only have a year to live, he started to abandon all unnecessary formalities. He reached into his shirt pocket and took out a stack of green bills. He casually tossed them to the young ladies around him.
"Can you lend me your playboy for a while? I promise, just for a little while. "
In less than ten seconds, Remi Leber, who had attracted a lot of "prey" with his charm, looked at the young ladies who had all left with an ugly expression. In this city, money was much more popular than handsomeness.
"Then I'll cut to the chase. Where is Stryker's base?"
Saber's voice became hoarse like a knife. Remy's body stiffened at this moment. A trace of undisguised panic flashed in his eyes. He coughed lightly and pressed his cap down.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but you chased away my girls. I have to get them back. Then … See you next time, Mr. American Dollars."
The moment Remy stood up, Saber raised his head. The unstable red glow in his eyes indicated that he was not in a good mood. The moment he saw the red glow, Remy's body stiffened again. Saber used the wooden box in his left hand as a crutch. He looked at Remy.
"I'm actually not very good at persuading people, especially those who have secrets in their hearts. So let's be direct. Tell me where the place is. You can continue to play with your young ladies, and I'll do what I have to do. There's no conflict between us, right?"
He sighed. His cold eyes swept across the gamblers and women around him who were immersed in magic. He shook his head. "Or, do you want to fight me here? Conservatively speaking, half of the people here will die. At least half! "
"Are you that confident that you can beat me?"
Remy's expression turned ugly. He clenched the metal rod in his hand. He could tell that Saber was not an easy person to deal with. However, the next moment, a voice rang out behind him.
"I also think you should tell us where the place is. And I don't think you can fight both of us at once!"
Logan strode over. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a silver dog tag hanging from it. His hair was messy. He pulled out a chair and sat across from Saber. His nose twitched, and he looked at Saber with a strange gaze.
"Your scent reminds me of someone I hate, but you're not him. I'm Logan!"
Saber looked at the man in surprise. He did not sense any malice, so he nodded.
"Saber Hawk … You left in a hurry last time. Logan, I've finished what you left unfinished. Logan, you owe me a favor."
Logan looked at him, and his gaze suddenly became less cold. "You were in that damn dam too?"
Saber shrugged.
"127 people, only three survived, but Stryker escaped. It's a pity, isn't it?"
Logan nodded in understanding. He leaned back in his chair and said, "But he can't escape this time.
"But he won't be able to escape this time … I swear, he's dead meat."
Saber nodded. "Yeah, that's what I wanted to say too."
The next moment, the two people who had only known each other for less than 30 seconds turned their attention to the dumbfounded Remi Leiber. It didn't feel good being stared at by two people like this. The poker card in his hand began to emit a purple glow. Seiber sighed and said with disgust, "You're right.
"In the end, we still have to fight! You're wasting my time. I'm starting to hate you. "
Crack!
The wooden box in his hand was crushed, and a black scabbard sword was in his hand. On the other side, Logan, who also looked unfriendly, raised his left fist, and three sharp silver-white alloy claws popped out of his skin.
The aura before the battle made this small place extremely cold. When the surrounding gamblers saw the long sword in Saber's hand and Logan's claws, they immediately ran out in panic. Just as the battle was about to begin, a girl's scream came through the wall. Saber's expression changed. He turned around and kicked the wall behind him with great force.
Bang!
A hole big enough for an adult to enter and exit freely was kicked out of the wall. Saber's body darted out like a shadow, but Logan did not move. At the same time, the three poker cards in Remy Leber's hand shot out from between his fingers. They buzzed like special bullets. Logan raised his claws and cut the first card into three pieces, but the second and third cards hit him at the same time. The purple light exploded like a bomb, and the incredible force sent Logan flying from his chair.
Before he could stand up, Remy's left hand had already grabbed all the remaining cards on the table and tossed them all out like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers. At this moment, the casino, which had already been transformed into a ball, lit up with a purple star-like light. It was resplendent, dazzling, and fatal.
They hit Logan at almost the same time, and all the energy exploded at that moment. Logan's body looked like he had been hit by a cannonball. The remaining walls were blown apart, and he was sent flying.
After doing all this, Remy Leber pulled down the brim of his hat, and a cold smile appeared on his face.
"Do you really think … I'm afraid of you?"
Although his words were pretty, from the slight trembling of his left hand, throwing out so many poker cards at once was a burden for a young man like him.
But the next moment, an angry roar came from the back street of the casino.
"Victor! Don't run! Face me, you bastard! "
Hearing that name … Remy's eyes immediately turned strange. He hesitated for a moment, then quickly jumped off the broken wall. Clearly, there were old friends of his in the chaotic battlefield.
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