Shadow of the Beautiful World

It was also in Las Vegas, at the other end of this famous gambling city, in a small casino that wasn't that big but had a good flow of customers.

Remy Loeb was shuffling the cards in his hand.

This man with a handsome appearance, brown broken hair, a hint of decadence, and a man who can't tell his age, always has an aura that can attract young ladies.

He sat recliningly on the chair in a slightly sloppy posture, and a stack of playing cards was flying in his hands, as if he had been given life, swimming between his fingers.

That extraordinary card shuffling technique is very much like the fancy tricks that stage magicians would play.

But the few gamblers who can sit at this table are all old gamblers with vicious eyes, and they can easily tell the difference between tricks and real skills.

In this world, gambling is the root of all evil.

Ordinary people will end up dying if they touch it, but in the hands of some guys with special abilities, evil things can indeed be played into a kind of art.

I really don't understand...

The man who shuffled the cards moved his shoulders, put the shuffled cards on the table, and with a touch of his finger, the 54 cards were arranged in a shape like blooming flowers with absolute precision.

He turned his head away, and the bunny girl standing behind immediately obediently presented the man with a Sika cigarette, and lit it for him with a lighter with a sound quality and a skull inlaid.

In the smoky atmosphere, this decadent man said in a hoarse voice to several other gamblers who came from afar:

Why do you always line up to give me money? Is it like a nonsense rumor that the money of you rich people is blown by the wind?

That's not enough.

A Mediterranean-haired uncle with a gentle smile moved his hands and said with a smile:

We just heard that there is a real 'master' in this place. Money, this thing is not used for pleasure, not for seeing strange things in this world, isn't it just a bunch of useless numbers?

Tsk tsk, the life of the rich is really boring.

The young man responded in amazement.

He flicked his fingers and quickly distributed the cards in his hand to the 4 people on the table except him. The game started at this moment, and the noisy gamblers next to him also turned their attention to this side.

Although the table was in the corner, unobtrusive.

Although the few people sitting on that table are not the kind of people who have the aura of protagonists, those who often hang out here know that every Friday, at this fixed time, there will always be a poker game there .

In the past 5 years, this tradition has never been broken, and the qualifications to join that gaming table are simple and rude... The minimum bet limit is 1 million, and there is no upper limit.

That doesn't sound like much, especially for a place as crazy as Las Vegas.

But the gambling dogs who gamble on the head often increase their bets crazily after losing, so the final bet in the mysterious card game every Friday will always become an astronomical figure.

Of course, what is even more legendary about this urban legend is that, as the sole owner of the old gambling table, Remy Loeb, known as the King of Cards, this mysterious man of unknown age, has been involved since the day the gambling game started. until now...

Never lost!

It stands to reason that after winning so many games, his net worth has long been astronomical, but as you can see, the man who has won nearly 300 games for 5 years is still looking downcast.

The old windbreaker hanging on the side, the cane inlaid with fake crystal heads, and the Sika cigarettes that have not been changed for thousands of years all prove that his living standard is no higher than that of the homeless on the street.

So much money, enough to easily kill ordinary people, how did he spend it?

It's a mystery.

Moreover, many thugs who tried to ask the whereabouts of the betting money in a not-so-friendly way would always mysteriously disappear from the city after besieging Gambit.

Over time, everyone knew that this guy was someone they couldn't afford to mess with.

let's start.

His Majesty the King of Gambling casually picked up the cards in his hand with a cigarette in his mouth. In fact, there was nothing to say about this legendary game itself. It was the most common 5-player poker game.

But gamblers who have been immersed in this way know that the simplest things are often the most difficult to master.

The gamblers onlookers held their breath and watched the cards keep falling. They didn't really care about the process, what they cared about was the scene when the mysterious King of Cards won another victory.

After a 5-year winning streak, the confidence in Remy Loeb has become a kind of blind obedience. Even in the gambling that is dominated by this game every Thursday, there are a lot of people who will bet on the King of Cards victory.

Although the gambling rate of return is scary.

Time passed by, the bunny girl standing behind Remy Loeb, who was also his bed partner in Las Vegas in the past few years, was breathing disorderly due to tension.

Her expression seemed to reveal the badness of the Ace's hand, which made the other 4 people on the table look at each other subconsciously.

Ah, this is a hunting.

4 vs 1...

No matter how powerful the legendary Gambit is, he is bound to lose.

boom

Just at the last moment of the game, the ears of the expressionless Gambit suddenly moved, and the faint explosion sound from afar made his complexion change slightly.

He reached out and grabbed the cane at hand, stood up, stuffed the two cards in his hand into the hands of the unknown bunny girl, and patted her plump buttocks when he picked up the coat.

Gambit turned around and said to the other four:

She played the last two cards for me. I'm in a hurry. Everyone, I'm sorry, I had a good time playing with you. Although your card skills are terrible...but I still hope that we have the opportunity to continue playing next time.

After finishing speaking, Limi quickly opened the window and jumped down from the second floor, as agile as a running cheetah.

This sudden accident caused an uproar in the casino.

But the bunny girl sitting on the chair shrugged her shoulders. She showed the cards in her hand generously, and then grabbed the betting gold bag on the table with great effort.

There is no suspense.

What the King of Cards left her were two trump cards that were absolutely impossible to turn over in the current situation.

As the mysterious man said, in fact, at the beginning of this gamble, he was already sure of winning. For these four gamblers, gambling may be a hobby or a passion.

But for Gambit, that is life, destiny, every breath.

It's not the same at all.

boom

While the windbreaker was swaying, the Gambit holding a cane was running like a ghost in the dark alley. It only took him 2 minutes to go from where he was to the place where the spirit butterfly was attacked.

This rapid gallop made his breathing a little disordered, and at the moment of landing, he happened to see the scene where the samurai sword in Lingdie's hand was crushed by Tian's fingers.

Blood was spurting from the corner of the female mercenary's mouth, and she was thrown backwards by the finger, hitting the wall across the street, creating a human-shaped depression.

Gambit didn't hesitate at all.

With both being mutants, living in the same city, and both serving the same organization, saving Psylocke is not just about friendship.

The first half of Remy Loeb's life was terrible. He was a very talented mutant, and he also encountered the troubles that only geniuses would encounter. The supernatural powers in his body grew too fast. When he was a teenager, he It exceeded the limit that Gambling King could bear at that time.

He suffered from severe migraines, even hemiplegia, and he was in danger of becoming a vegetative state.

In order to find life, he left his hometown in New Orleans and was going to the famous Xavier School of Mutants, but when he arrived in New York, he met someone who could change his life.

Not Merlin.

It was Merlin's good comrade-in-arms, Dimon Hellstorm, a Black Light investor who was still busy pretending to be a boss on Wall Street and harvesting souls with money.

That half-devil cured Gambit's illness and helped him perfectly control his abilities.

Of course, he was not that kind. As a price, Remy Loeb became a senior business consultant of Black Light Investment Company. The most important job in his daily life was to hang out in Las Vegas and make money for Dimon.

Therefore, every penny in a special account of the well-known Black Light Investment Company, the holding company of the children of hell in the world, came cleanly, and it was all won by the king of cards with technology.

This mysterious gambler alone supports the operation of a branch of the Black Light Investment Company. From this point of view, Gambit is indeed a genius in gambling.

He was betting on his own life, so he couldn't help but not care about it.

crash

Gambit raised his finger, and when he swung his black gloved left hand, more than a dozen playing cards shining with purple light were shot towards Tian Qi suspended in mid-air like flying knives.

The mutant tyrant didn't even notice the sneak attack.

Those poker cards infused with energy were detonated by an invisible force in the air when they were 20 meters away from him, but the purple arc light did not disperse, instead wrapping around Apocalypse like a smoke bomb.

The explosive energy controlled by Gambit was accompanied by the power of spiritual isolation, almost a supernatural version of Yan Yan, which tightly surrounded the entire street.

This special ability made Apocalypse, who was wrapped in purple mist, smile very interestedly. He waved his hand, and a gust of wind comparable to Storm Girl appeared, blowing away the purple mist.

But in front of his eyes, there were no traces of Gambit, the seriously injured Lingdie, and the unconscious Domino.

Tian Qi chuckled, and looked at the empty dark alley on the left with appreciative eyes, and said softly:

200 years later, the world is indeed full of surprises. I thought I would only gain one knight, but now, I have gained two... What luck.

beep, beep

Just when Tianqi got serious and was about to end this cat-and-mouse game of hide-and-seek, the bracelet-shaped communicator on his wrist suddenly rang, and the voice of Mister Sinister emerged from it.

Honorable Master of Apocalypse, I have obtained the locker in Utopia that stores the gene fragments of all mutants so far, but I have encountered a little problem...

There are very troublesome opponents blocking me. I'm sorry I let you down, but I'm really not their opponent.

them?

Apocalypse blinked, and the mutant tyrant said calmly:

Then delay, I need a few minutes.

hum

The figure of the tyrant disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he stepped out of the unbroken space in one step, as if appearing from a mirror in a dark alley.

Tian Qi waved his arms, and the escaped Gambit carrying Psylocke and Domino was like being hit by an invisible hammer.

This powerful mutant flipped several times in the air before falling to the ground in embarrassment. He tried to stand up, but in the next second, Tian Qi's left hand, which moved like a ghost, pressed Gambit's forehead.

A phoenix fragment was crushed and injected into Gambit's body.

The other fragment was casually thrown by Tianqi in the middle of Lingdie and Domino, and the familiar white light lit up, enveloping the two ladies.

I call you 'Fate'!

Tian Qi said something to the ball of white light, then turned his head to look at the King of Gambling half kneeling in front of his eyes, and said:

As for you, you can call it 'Game'.

There is the last knight. Well, maybe I should find a more religious symbol. Ordinary people always paralyze themselves with beliefs. Presumably, they are also willing to sacrifice their lives for beliefs.

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On Utopia Island, Mister Omen is hiding in the research laboratory of the mutant base camp. He has found the equipment that stores the genetic samples of all mutants, and there are indeed a bunch of tricky guys looking for him outside.

But with his abilities, he can take the device out of Utopia without being detected.

He has his own plans.

Call for Apocalypse to come, let the difficult guys face Apocalypse, and then take the opportunity to do some other things... If he remembers correctly, the little cable that he regards as the ultimate hope should still be in Utopia now island.

Apocalypse's early awakening is a big bad thing, but as long as you are prepared and given the opportunity, it will also become a good thing for you.

kuang

A loud noise sounded in the center of Utopia Island, and Mr. Omen heard the loud shouts from outside the laboratory, as well as the heavy pressure that Apocalypse would bring to him.

This made Mister Sinister look happy.

It's great that this crafty guy knows the apocalypse has arrived.

He looked around and put his hand on the huge genetic sample storage equipment behind him. Like magic, the huge silver-white cabinet immediately disappeared into the air.

After finishing all this, Mister Omen stretched out his hand to straighten his collar with white lace trim. He pushed open the door of the laboratory, looked left and right, and then walked towards Miss Madeleine calmly. and the area where the cable is located.

His plan will not fail!

On the other side, in the center of Utopia Island, the beautiful home city of mutants has been destroyed by a third of the energy balls used by the angels. This mutant tyrant is floating in the sky with his arms folded and expressionless.

Under him, the Fate Knight composed of folded Psylocke and Domino is holding his crimson samurai sword. It is very similar to Psylocke's cheek, but on the face with the iconic scar on Domino's face, it is cold and cruel. killing intent.

Beside her, stood the game knight.

The appearance of the former Gambit was the same as before, but his tender eyes like a lover's had turned dark red, and he was wearing a black denim suit, windbreaker, and black cowboy hat.

He was playing with a pair of shining purple poker in his hands, and his face was also as cold as ice.

In front of this vile trio, the spell weapon folded by Wolverine and Strange, the iron power folded by Tony and Shazam, and the atomic spotlight folded by the Inhuman and Green Lantern hiding in the air.

And the unaffected X-Men.

Colossus, Phantom Cat, Iceman, Angel, all those who can still fight in Utopia have come here, and they are led by Batman standing on the top of a ruin, with his arms folded and his cape flying.

When we needed it most, the support from outside the world finally came back.

The war is about to start.