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Chapter 146 Mr. Lucky's Daily Life

The first half of Karl Weller's life was a tragedy. He lost his father when he was young, and his mother when he was young. With the help of relatives, he stumbled to complete his studies, but finally fell on student loans.

He can't remember the first time he walked into the casino. He only remembers sitting at the gambling table with the last 500 yuan in his pocket, with the mentality of either winning the future or getting it all done.

What happened after that, anyone with a little brain can predict it in advance, but for a moment, the only choice left for him in this world is a one-and-done choice.

But Karl Weller was too cowardly, so cowardly that he stood on the edge of the roof all night, but he didn't have the courage to jump off, and he still waited for the impatient cleaners to drive him off the roof.

Since then, Carl Ville's life has been reduced to hell. He was kicked out by the landlord and beaten by the bank's collection team. Dry.

It's not like he didn't miss a chance, street kids used to sneak him into schools selling addictive compounds because of his college degree.

It turned out that when he went in, he found that the blue ocean market had long been occupied by more senior colleagues, and several sports students beat him until he urinated blood.

His life seems to have entered a dead end, and he stumbled around in a circle, but he could only hit a wall everywhere.

Until one day, Carl Weller woke up again from the garbage dump, and wasted his life on the slot machine with a federal coin he begged for.

When he was lucky, he could turn a dollar into five dollars here, not only buying a hot breakfast, but also getting a cup of hot coffee to keep him through the cold nights.

And if you're unlucky, it's just another 'ordinary' day, and to Carl Weller, it's equivalent to no loss.

As a result, that morning, Carl Ville's one dollar turned into one thousand seven hundred and ninety-two dollars.

The reason there's only so much is because there's only so much cash in that slot machine, the last jackpot of 777, and the damn machine has no cash to spit out.

And on that day, the street boys who usually like to trouble him all disappeared. Carl Weller had a huge sum of money in his pocket, but he didn't encounter any danger.

As if he was reborn from Nirvana, he found a barber shop to take a shower, cut his hair, shaved his beard, bought a well-fitting suit next door, and returned to the casino that changed his destiny with only 500 yuan left.

Karl Weller firmly believes that his fortune has come and gone. Instead of living like this, it is better to make another fateful choice of either winning the future or ending it all.

He knew that he might not be able to win the bet, but at least he now had the courage to jump off.

Everyone knows the final result. Carl Ville started his life as Mr. Lucky, and the casino went bankrupt that day.

No one can stop Mr. Lucky from withdrawing money at the casino, and no one can do him any harm, not even the top special agent of the Joint Investigation Office.

Mikkelsen has countless avatars, but he has never been able to catch Mr. Lucky. The capture team and avatars he sent to carry out missions always miss their targets due to various chances and coincidences.

Most recently, Mikkelsen was just 20 meters from Mr. Luck when a bus with failed brakes slammed into the side of the road, causing a series of car accidents that separated him from his target.

At most, he used 220 clones at one time, trying to block Mr. Lucky in Las Vegas by surrounding him.

As a result, Mr. Lucky received an invitation letter from Els Benbieber seven days in advance, and was invited to participate in the Night City Prison Gambling Contest, and happened to escape Mikkelsen's capture.

What really hit Mikkelsen was that for all of his efforts, Mr. Luck didn't even realize that he was fighting the air one after another, and he was losing.

The only thing that can comfort Mikkelsen is that he knows that greed has also chased this Mr. Lucky, and then he chased and chased himself.
It was only a few months ago that he took advantage of the chaos to escape from the player's control, and since then he never dared to play Mr. Lucky's idea.

Mikkelsen deliberately leaked information about Carl Weller to Wu Qianying. He knew that this was a common problem of smart people, and they always thought they could solve all problems.

When someone like Carl Weller appeared, no researcher could resist his urge not to understand.

And once Wu Qianying was tempted, she had to play the one and only card she had.

Sitting in the office, Mikkelsen lit a Tree of Life cigar, feeling happy, perhaps furious and greedy, jealous of those people who are as stubborn, but at least he still has humanity. Humanity is weakness.

"Boss, are you sure we can successfully capture this Mr. Lucky?" Tony looked at the contents of the information, with the word envy written all over his face: "This is definitely the strongest and most practical ability I have ever seen Already!"

"I agree!" Martin, who was driving, raised his hand. For two ordinary people, is there any more enviable ability on this street?
Just by buying lottery tickets, they can make capital cry.

"Maybe this is God's will." The saint drew a cross devoutly.

"You mean to say that God's will encourages us to take drugs?" Ethan pointed maliciously at the data, Mr. Lucky's addictive compound smoking record and said: "Next time I'm high, you can Pray to me next to me, I promise to be more holy than him!"

The saint slowly pulled out the dagger from the cross, Ethan closed his mouth wisely, and made a movement of zipping the lock.

"Pay attention to your wording. Our trip is not to arrest and kidnap the other party, but to make tentative contacts and then send out invitations." Tang Ji tried to correct Tony's words, but he looked around himself.

Martin hummed in his heavy body armor, heavy weapons stacked in the back of the van; Tony was adjusting his non-lethal magnetic gun, which was used to catch rhinos in the wild.

Shadow checked the needle-type bullets containing anesthetics, and wrote a lot of formulas densely on the sidebook; Ethan looked harmless, but he carried an electric shock drone specially used to catch fugitives.

Surte, on the other hand, was chewing gum, holding a PDA with a photo of Mr. Lucky, closing his eyes from time to time to make sure he remembered this face, and the photo was constantly changing clothes and hairstyles at a speed that ordinary people could hardly recognize. .

Only Anthony sat in the co-pilot's position with his eyes closed and rested. Last night, he configured some kind of fentanyl fast-diffusing gas incapacitating agent, which can be used in a large confined space and lose consciousness and mobility within 2 minutes. .

"Well, it's the same as arresting first and then talking." Tang Ji gave up his efforts, maybe with new members joining, their team can become a little more 'friendly'.

"Passengers, please pay attention, we are about to enter Las Vegas twelve kilometers ahead!" Martin smiled and reminded his companions: "Get ready some change and cash, and when the operation is successful, let's make a big fuss in the casino." Casino! Have a good time betting!"

“Stay at the Atlantic Hotel!”

"Caesars Palace!"

Tony and Ethan shouted almost at the same time, obviously they had visited the capital before.

"No, there is the Golden Fleece Palace Hotel at the fourth intersection on Fortune Road." Without opening his eyes, Anthony said directly to Martin, "The security supervisor there is my comrade in arms, and I guarantee that your trip will be worthwhile."

"The vegetable salad in the Golden Fleece Palace is very good." Shadow, who had never spoken much, also interjected.

Tang Ji glanced at the saint who had been silent all this time, and Surte, who was full of anticipation, and leaned on the back of the seat with peace of mind. Anyway, he was not the only one who hadn't been here.
"I prefer the wine from the Golden Fleece Palace." The saint just finished speaking, saw Tony and the others looking at him, and smiled disdainfully: "The choir in our suburbs used to be invited to come to this chorus every Christmas."

Tang Ji didn't open his eyes, he was still waiting for Alia's news, and he didn't have time to participate in the 'tea party'.

"Mr. Luck is still in Casino Royale, and he's flirting with a waitress, and the people at the casino seem to like him." Aliya hacked into the Royal Jam's camera.

So far, Tang Ji's plan has been going well.

Before the mission started, she predicted two possibilities of mission failure based on Mr. Lucky's ability. One is that when the plan starts, Mr. Lucky will leave his location ahead of time, and they will lose their target location.

The other is that their disguise was successful enough, and the team got close enough to Mr. Lucky, but in the subsequent actions, they encountered various accidents.

The investigators of the Joint Investigation Office have encountered both of these situations, and Mikkelsen thoughtfully provided Wu Qianying with a record of his actions.

From an accidental fire, to a righteous attack from the sky by a refrigerator that was sucked into the sky by a tornado [-] kilometers away, everything is there.

For the former, Wu Qianying took the method of asking Tang Ji to designate an action plan by herself, choose the time by herself, and not tell anyone in advance, including herself and the team members.

Until you are close enough to Mr. Lucky, start the task briefing, and rely on the personality of the Seven Deadly Sins to suppress Mr. Lucky's superpowers.

Wu Qianying already knew that Tang Jineng could suppress or even deny the abilities of other superhumans to some extent, but she found nothing about the research samples that were close at hand.

"Mr. Lucky stood up. He seemed to be going to the bathroom. He had already drank six glasses of champagne tonight. This is normal behavior based on his weight." Alia tried to analyze Mr. Lucky's behavior from a scientific point of view. .

But obviously, Karl Weller is an existence beyond common sense. In order to avoid several 'ex-girlfriends', he chose another route, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding all the cameras.

And before he entered the bathroom, he heard two panting sounds full of male hormones coming from the bathroom, and he took a step back unluckily.

He decided to go back to his room for convenience.

When Tang Ji and his party parked their car outside the Palace Casino, Karl Ville had disappeared from the cameras for almost 5 minutes.

Tang Jila opened the door, Soulte disappeared in the car in an instant, and ran back with a pale face in just a few seconds: "He's not in the bathroom!"

Their goal is lost.

Carl Weller finished dealing with the pressure, and walked out of the room whistling. He doesn't need to register to live here. He has a master card, and he can open the room at will.

Of course, this universal card can not only be used in the Palace Casino, it is a pass for the entire Las Vegas casino. Mr. Lucky is the new rule of the casino, and no casino will refuse any request from him.

Unless they don't want to.

Even if Mr. Luck wants to sleep with the hottest movie star, these casinos will find a way to get her in Mr. Luck's room tonight.

Karl Weller is the new god here, he enjoys this kind of life, and restrains his growing desire as much as possible.

After all, in his bones, he is still a cowardly loser who has experienced severe beatings by society. This sudden ability always makes him a little guilty.

He was worried that one day he would fail and be retaliated against.

Looking at the night view outside the window, Carl Ville planned to go out for a walk to get some fresh air. Maybe it would be a good choice to go to Helena Restaurant to enjoy the moonlight dinner?

However, a crow flew by in the next second, dispelling Carl Weller's good mood. He looked at the direction in which the crow disappeared worriedly, thinking it was an omen.

"Maybe this is to remind me that I should go to the crow's lair to enjoy the gentleness of the gothic style for a night?" Carl Ville's expression kept changing.

As a man of good fortune, he is more superstitious than almost everyone, especially after knowing that he has avoided many assassinations unintentionally.

When he sees fallen leaves on the street, he will change his direction according to the direction the petiole points to. A certain billboard he sees by accident will become his fixed brand for the next few months.

When he changed his underwear one time, because there was a hole in the new underwear, Carl Weller thought it was some kind of omen, so he wore the old underwear for three months until he picked up a new pair of underwear.

Mr. Lucky also has his own troubles. He is too worried that he will lose this luck. He can't even tell which behaviors in his life are chosen by himself and which are guided by fate.

This situation was so serious that Karl Weller felt like some kind of marionette, without any freedom at all.

And when this kind of entanglement was fed back in front of Tang Ji and his party, they lost their target, and Mr. Lucky disappeared in front of them out of thin air.

Alia searched the list of the Palace Casino, but there was no name of Carl Weller, but the camera at the door finally captured the scene of Carl Weller leaving the casino.

At that time, he passed by Anthony who was frowning and looking for the target. The two of them were back to back. His pace was exactly the same as Anthony's turning speed, so that Anthony looked around 360 degrees, but Karl Ville was always in his sight. blind spot.

He even had time to tease the bunny girl at the door behind Anthony's back.

The team members looked at each other, and it took a long time for Tony to say: "It's so fucking evil."

"I will continue to search for other cameras, but it will take some time, and the amount of data is too large." Alia's voice was not so confident. She also encountered a few weird network fluctuations just now, so she missed that one camera data.

(End of this chapter)