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Chapter 147 Special Plan
Tang Ji walked on the brightly lit street, and the palm trees cast swaying shadows under his feet. This is Las Vegas, the casino city, one of the most prosperous cities in the federal territory.

The two corporate wars did not really affect the city, because it has almost no output and no resources, and its prosperity is all based on the gaming and service industries.

It has the lowest crime rate in the entire Federation. No gang can take root in this land, because the real big players have washed themselves and become the real masters of the city. They don't allow bedbugs on their plates. suck blood.

After just walking around the street a few times, Tang Ji knew why Mr. Lucky stayed in this city for a long time and refused to leave.

There are not even hospitable hosts with pistols and knives in the alleys here, and there are no street kids who gather in twos and twos to look at you with dangerous eyes on the street.

Based on Mr. Lucky's ability, Wu Qianying prepared Plan B for Tang Ji.

Plan B corresponds to the following situation: First, when only Tang Ji knew about the capture plan, the plan did not trigger Mr. Lucky's 'ability'.

But after the announcement of the action plan, Mr. Lucky's 'ability' was touched and disappeared quickly, and the action plan failed.

From this, it can be concluded that the follow-up of Plan B requires Tang Ji to act alone
"No, no, no! I didn't say that, this is your own idea!" Wu Qianying reacted violently at the time, completely denying Tang Ji's understanding of Plan B.

This is a two-way test. Wu Qianying wants to know the specific performance of Mr. Lucky's ability and the priority of Tang Ji's weird ability.

She was very interested in the hypothesis Mikkelsen had sent her about Tanguy's destiny.

From the current point of view, Tang Ji is indeed special, and Mr. Lucky is completely in a 'normal state' before the plan is revealed to the team members.

This is not the bonus brought by the Seven Deadly Sins, at least Greed, who is also the Seven Deadly Sins, has not enjoyed this treatment, and Wu Qianying has been suspecting that Greed is not the only Seven Deadly Sin-level superhuman who stumbled on Carl Weller.
"Our purpose is cooperation, not confrontation. We stand at the intersection of human destiny, which is of great significance." Wu Qianying's words reappeared in Tang Ji's mind.

It was a private conversation between them before departure, and none of the team members knew about it.

"I'm not that noble, I'm just An Ran." Tang Ji didn't want to flaunt his moral standards, and his original intention was indeed only for one person.

"But you are already on this path, you'd better think so, and believe it from the bottom of your heart." Wu Qianying looked at him with warning eyes at the time: "Greedy wanted to eat him, but he was captured by the player, Skinned and boned and swallowed clean."

"I analyzed Mikkelsen's actions against Mr. Lucky. All actions with the intention of harming Mr. Lucky basically ended in casualties." Wu Qianying took out a lot of analysis data and explained to Tang Ji: "I need your men, armed and unaware of the target, and you can't carry a weapon."

"Another test?" Tang Ji was already tired of this constant temptation. The descendant was about to descend again, and the lurker was still hidden behind the scenes.

And if he wants to meet a potential ally, he has to go through several rounds of tests that he doesn't understand at all.

"I will judge the strength of Mr. Lucky's ability based on the final reaction. He can be our trump card, or just a victory cigar. You don't want the two to misjudge, right?" Wu Qianying's glasses reflect wisdom The light left Tang Ji speechless.

"So what exactly is Plan B?" At the end of the conversation, Tang Ji still didn't understand the details of Plan B, and only got a mobile phone software.

As Tang Ji walked, he used his mobile phone to do judgment questions on the small software Wu Qianying sent him.

"Karl Weller is missing, check the number."

"No team members were injured, check mark."

"Are you carrying an offensive weapon?" Tang Ji looked at his prosthetic limb, felt that it was not counted, and put a cross on it.

"Are you acting alone without disclosing your whereabouts with others? Check."

"Can you feel the potential danger?" Tang Ji stood still and felt the surroundings quietly. There was nothing. He crossed this option.

Soon, dozens of different questions were refreshed on the screen again. This was a secret weapon specially developed by Wu Qianying and Alia to deal with Mr. Lucky.

Because of Mr. Lucky's black box problem, Dr. Wu hopes to use non-directional machine language to compile a plan for him.

She preset thousands of possibilities in advance, and these possibilities will be judged based on yes or no, and will continue to reduce themselves, and finally allow Tang Ji to obtain a set of guiding action plans with Wu Qianying's intelligence level.

Wu Qianying hopes to use this method to isolate people other than Tang Ji from interfering with this operation. Although in the end all possible plans are installed in her mind, she really has no 'direct' support for the arrest. Mr. Yun's actions have interfered.

If this can trigger the counterattack mechanism of Mr. Lucky's ability, they can only simply give up their plan against him. Such Mr. Lucky has no flaws.

Karl Weller parked his almost brand-new sports car on the side of the road. This is the hottest private club in Las Vegas. There is a lot of traffic at the entrance, but he always finds an empty parking space, and the location is excellent.

Carl Weller heaved a sigh of relief as he parked the car perfectly close to the parking space. The appearance of this parking space made him feel that he had answered the invisible multiple-choice question correctly, and the parking space that happened to appear was the evidence.

He clutched his heart and sat alone in the car for a few minutes, the ever-present pressure of nothingness made him more and more unbearable.

Karl Weller has gotten used to his identity as Mr. Lucky, and he is always worried about whether he will lose this 'gift' of unknown origin because of making a wrong choice.

But he quickly settled his mood, fixed his hair with hairspray, and imitated Elvis Presley's movements, got out of the car and walked towards the entrance of the club.

Carl Weller may not be considered a smart person, but after becoming Mr. Lucky, he has seen too many powerful people, and he has learned a lot from them.

And the most practical one is to always maintain self-confidence and let others believe that everything is under your control, especially for him, this is especially important.

"Boss, Mr. Lucky's car is parked at our door." The guard at Crow's Nest reported the situation to the boss early on. As a native of Las Vegas, he has heard a lot about Mr. Lucky's deeds, and he doesn't want to miss out. Be part of a story or an accident for no reason.

In the crow's lair, the mature and beautiful bustard drank the champagne in the goblet in one gulp to calm himself down, and then greeted in the staff channel: "Everyone pay attention, good luck is coming, pay attention to your words and deeds Manners, all the resting security team members return to their posts, don't let those stupid tourists and people who drink too much provoke good luck!"

"Received!" For a moment, the entire staff of Crow's Nest entered a state of tension, as if they were facing an enemy.

And the madam himself made a phone call to the manager of the Palace Casino: "Damn Fez, good luck is running around, why didn't you tell others in advance?"

"I have to take care of thousands of tourists in the entire casino, how can I have the energy to care about the whereabouts of Mr. Lucky?" Faith was perfunctory with a smile on his face, while beckoning to his secretary to open another bottle of champagne to celebrate Mr. Lucky's passing. leave.

When the phone was hung up, the manager Fez announced that all visitors entering the Palace Casino can enjoy a [-]% discount for the first purchase of [-] chips!
The entire casino immediately fell into a sea of ​​cheers. Tony, Ethan and Martin and the underage Surte also mixed in and cheered together.

At this time, Tang Ji stood in the middle of the road and threw a stick into the sky according to the prompt of the judgment question.

It's a popular ritual in casinos, a way to guide yourself when you can't make up your mind which casino to spend your time and money on, and there are casinos everywhere anyway.

This was the third time Tang Ji had thrown the wooden stick, and every time he felt extremely stupid, but the damn software only had this question on the screen after he had been fighting for 10 minutes.

"Are you choosing a route based on the guidance of the stick?"

If Tang Ji ticks the cross, the question will be refreshed tenaciously again, and if he ticks it, the software will give a warm reminder: "Very good, please do it again at the next intersection."

If Tang Ji hadn't felt the pressure on Wu Qianying's various weird behaviors before departure, he would have thought it was a prank.

Tang Ji looked at the wooden stick that fell on the ground, sighed, and walked in the direction guided by the wooden stick again.

At this moment, he noticed an adult club on the right hand side, and seven or eight security personnel were carefully cordoning off a sports car.

It was a Gudela TURBO-R. Although the reviews were good, it was definitely not worthy of the security guards treating it so carefully. Even the cars parked on both sides of it were more expensive than this car.

However, Tang Ji looked at this group of strong security guards, regardless of the safety of their exquisite suits, and directly lifted up the luxury cars on both sides, and moved half a meter away from each other to both sides, insisting on giving Gudella TURBO-R Give up a dedicated parking space.

When one of the security guards turned to leave, Tang Ji's eyes suddenly widened. He saw that there was only a sign with 'LUCKY' hanging where the license plate number should have been.

"It can't be so accurate, right?" Tang Ji looked suspiciously at the software on his phone, and then at the words on the license plate, feeling that his already solid world view had been mixed with even more strange settings.

Luck VS Big Data Divination?
Tang Ji tapped his head with his own iron hand. At this moment, he really felt that different people had completely different things growing in their skulls.

Fortunately, giving up thinking is something Tang Ji is good at, and he is more used to doing it than thinking.

The security guards in suits stopped Tang Ji unceremoniously, and searched him from top to bottom with detectors, and unsatisfied, started to touch several places that were convenient for hiding guns.

"Sir, please rest assured to consume, we are very safe here." The security guard pointedly 'warned' Tang Ji, after all, he could tell Tang Ji was a gunman at a glance.

But the casino will not reject any guests, and the mercenaries who lick blood on the knife's edge are more impulsive in consumption.

It's just that this time they have to pay extra attention to the movements of this type of guests to prevent them from inadvertently provoking people they shouldn't.

For example, Mr. Lucky who is molesting the bartender girl at the bar.

Carl Weller felt that he would never be able to refuse this kind of capable girl in uniform with handsome short hair.

He smiled and ordered a cocktail that required [-] kinds of alcohol to make. Watching the female bartender busy looking for ingredients, he felt that the previous pressure had completely disappeared.

After stretching his muscles and bones, Carl Weller took out a stack of tips of about [-] federal coins from his pocket and threw them on the bartender's bar counter, then turned around and focused on the pole dancer in the center of the dance floor.

The female bartender curled her lips when she saw the thick consumption. The major casinos in the casino had already reached an agreement that all the consumption given by Mr. Lucky must be handed in and returned to these casinos in proportion.

After all, when Carl Ville was at his most rampant, he once made tens of millions of federal dollars in a casino in one night, and then went out and sprinkled the money on the street.

For these helpless casino owners, as long as the psychopath doesn't leave the casino, the money on him will eventually be spent, at least to reduce the loss.

Karl Weller saw a tall and burly figure sitting next to him, picked up the cocktail he had just ordered and drank heavily, frowning.

But he didn't explode, he just signaled the female bartender to have another drink. In essence, he is not a strong character, otherwise the surname of Las Vegas would be Ville now.

"Friend, I'll treat you to the first drink, but you have to pay for the second drink yourself." Carl Ville showed a chic smile.

People who have not achieved financial freedom with this smile will never laugh.

The boss and the security guard of the crow's lair can't laugh at all. The old bustard doesn't know how that person bypassed the security guard hiding in the crowd to protect Mr. Lucky, but she knows that this kind of guy who can't see his face clearly in the camera is definitely not good stubble.

"Do we need to intervene?" The security captain asked: "The other party should have received professional training, and we need to be authorized to use weapons."

"Let's see what he wants to do first. If it's a big... trouble, let Lucky solve it by himself." The old bustard has a certain understanding of Mr. Lucky's rumors, and she doesn't want to rashly get involved in that level of trouble.

Tang Ji drank the dazzling cocktail in the glass in one gulp, gave the nervous bartender a thumbs up, turned his head and took advantage of the opportunity of the other party's eyes to dodge, and spit out the wine he just drank on the ground.

He doesn't drink, he just wants to lower Mr. Good Luck's defenses in this way.

"Karl Weller? Mr. Lucky?" Tang Ji looked at this legendary figure that the Joint Investigation Office couldn't hire, and couldn't find any threat from him.

"It's me!" Carl Ville didn't feel abnormal at all. This is the casino city, and he is a symbol of the new era of the city. Many people know him and even admire him. Go to Big Kill all night.

Many women go to bed with him for this purpose.

"I want to talk to you." Tang Ji tried to communicate directly with the other party as much as possible, otherwise God knows what accidents will happen.

"Who are you?" Carl Weller immediately became alert and took a few steps back.

Tang Ji's subconscious reaction was to control the other party. As a result, he stepped on the drink he had just spit out, slipped and fell to the ground, and hit the back of his head heavily on the metal chair.

"You can't have an aggressive mentality. This is just a peaceful conversation." Tang Ji lay on the ground and meditated on this sentence, then got up expressionlessly, and squeezed out a smile: "It's just a talk."

　PS: I'm sorry that the update will be updated in this form recently, which will affect the reading experience of readers. Every time this happens, Lao Mo will revise and update a few hundred more words, hoping to make up for the loss of readers.

　　Because the breeder works in the community health service center, and it is approaching the end of the year. They have to sort out the data of nucleic acid testing, and often work overtime until late at night. Lao Mo needs to take care of the meat. Although grandparents are here, sometimes they still can’t let go completely. , after the code word emotion is interrupted, it is necessary to re-focus, and the efficiency is seriously reduced
　　PS: Today is not the above situation, it is Lao Mo who is greedy. I apologize, I am really sorry

　　
　
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