put on my white vest

2001年3月31日,晚11:30。

The night wind outside the window faded away the residual temperature of the Mediterranean Sea, and the dry and hot atmosphere gradually cooled down. The manor full of people gradually fell silent, and the atmosphere slipped uncontrollably into a gloomy and secluded atmosphere.

Indoors, the [Royal Casino] entrenched on the ceiling retracted a huge glass spider web, and the glass spider silk reflecting light fell from the sky like a silver waterfall, gathering in the center of the circular gambling table.

The players on the bright side dared not speak out, and Casper couldn't bear the consequences of losing, so he could only numbly follow Diablo's instructions and sit stiffly on the chair.

Dark blue complex patterns fell on the dark green velvet tablecloth, and the first card began to be dealt.

It is still the Blackjack style of play, but with slightly changed rules.

Neither player is the banker, and the final size is compared through five rounds of card draws.You can independently choose whether you want to take the cards in this round, the decisions are independent of each other, and the cards are not disclosed to each other.

Diablo has a good idea of ​​the sequence of cards that will follow, which is his greatest advantage.There are 60 seconds in each round to decide whether to ask for a card, the first to ask for a card will be dealt first, and vice versa, so as long as he controls the sequence, the outcome is still in his hands.

"Hit."

a 8.

As expected, Diablo nodded indistinctly.This is a relatively safe number. Even if the next card gets the biggest A or T, it will not fail because of a bust.

In the second round, he still chose to ask for cards.Diablo didn't let go of his opponent's expression before the brilliant but terrifying stand-in spat out the cards.

To his disappointment, the corners of Brandeso's mouth always maintained a sincere arc, and his smile was extremely sincere from any angle, and there was nothing wrong with it.

'Pretending to be fake! '

Cursing secretly, Diablo motioned for Casper to confirm the second card.

Club 5.

昏暗的地下室里,迪亚波罗调出了卡斯帕传来的牌序——8、8、5、4、10、1......

Just like the one he got just now, he tried his best to let himself feel at ease. Since the 8 and 5 in his hand can perfectly match, it is very likely that the opponent's hand is 8 and 4.

That means the next card is a 10.

No matter who asks for a card, they will be directly judged to lose because they have more than 21 points. As long as the opponent no longer asks for cards, the size of their hand can beat Bailan—it is so perfect that it is unreal...a win-win situation.

At this time, Casper seemed to have noticed something. He stared at the ordinary poker with the most terrified eyes in his life, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat.

In an unreachable reminder, the third round begins.

The 60-second countdown hand started to spin, and Bai Lan raised her hand the moment it started.

He crossed his legs and leaned on the back of the chair, with a comfortable and contented expression: "Hit."

'He asked for a card. '

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Diablo's mouth for a short while. As long as the opponent loses this round, the Roman Feast tonight will still be a complete victory for Passion. That's all for now.

He must personally destroy Mirufiore.

The threat of this organization is already too great, and even talked to the lady at the beginning of the banquet... After solving them, and then solving the daughter who is about to arrive by his side, Passion's position in Italy is still unshakable!

But Diablo's smile disappeared in the next second.

Because in his eyes, Bai Lan, who had already entered a defeat, suddenly started chatting.

"You—know the order of the cards, right~

8、8、5、4、10、1......正因为如此，第二轮的时候卡斯帕先生才会急不可耐地要下了5不是吗？”

"It's really an ingenious cheating method, applause applause~"

Pretending to offer a few words of flattery, Bai Lan, who smiled and bent her brows, slightly opened her iris-purple eyes, which were surrounded by bottomless blackness.

'He saw through Casper's tricks? ! '

Although the goal has been achieved, doubts began to ripple in Diablo's heart——

'Isn't the card he just got... no, think about it first!Whether it is a bluff or something real, as long as this round is over, you will know! ! '

15 seconds, eight seconds, five seconds, three seconds...  

Didi!

The time for drawing cards is over, and the game-continues.

No bust? !

What did he do? ! !

Diablo's two-colored pupils were full of murderous intent, and his aura of being in the top position for a long time made him calm down quickly. According to the current deck records, he calculated the time back, and he found Bailan's figure in the video four or ten minutes ago.

【The German rookie Michael overturned the tablecloth, and the white-haired young man with a 'gentlemanlike demeanor' helped Giselle block the spilled red wine... His palms flickered unnaturally! ! 】

It's fire!

Damn Blanchesso burned some cards and got Casper's record wrong! !

Hundreds of surveillance cameras were scattered in the hall, and dozens of gambling games were going on at the same time. Casper's heart disease made him a little distracted, and the dense surveillance screens made Diablo dizzy.

Bai Lan took advantage of this and instantly changed the chess player who was in the upper hand!

A newcomer, a newcomer who has only been around for three months, not only saw through the tricks from the beginning, but even reversed the card counting method to the dealer! !

No one knows exactly how many cards he burned, one, two... This is enough to declare Kasper's record completely scrapped.

The advantage of those who set up the game was instantly leveled, and those who were invited to participate in the game finally sat in the position of playing against the behind-the-scenes by virtue of their own strategies and vision.

The same running line was drawn at this time, but Diablo felt that he had been greatly humiliated.

Bai Lan's arrogance stabbed at the emperor's throne like a cold blade. He was trying to disobey the majesty of the king, and dismissed this great cleansing with an overbearing attitude.

It was too late to give him time to vent, Giselle and Holmaggio were still on the scene...Since [King Crimson] couldn't kill Bai Lan under the attention of many people.

As the seconds tick - the fourth round begins.

Hitor Stand.

This is the biggest decision before Diablo. He currently has 13 points in his hand, and it is unpredictable what the next card will be. Observing the opponent's expression and demeanor is the top priority.

Bai Lan hummed a weird little tune, and tapped his fingertips on the tabletop to make a thumping sound. The bag of cotton candy in his hand was about to bottom out, and the noise he made was depressing for a while.

As time passed by, the white-haired young man didn't keep his eyes on the table for even a second. His leisurely and contented posture made him more likely to win.

The stalemate continued until the second hand returned to zero.

Beep beep!

Time is over, this round, no one asks for a card.

The crystal spider moved its sharp mouthparts, and under the gaze of its eight compound eyes, the fifth round began.

Brandeso showed a smile that was about to drop venom, and in Casper's frantically shaking eyes, he asked clearly and slowly: "By the way, has Mr. Casper ever been to Sardinia?"

Behind the scenes, Diablo's pupils suddenly tightened.

"Myrtle, wild thyme, prickly pear and dwarf oak, endless beaches and reefs," Bai Lan's eyes lifted slightly, and the faint purple began to flicker with fire, which set off the rich black more deeply.

"The coastline there should be as clear as sapphire all year round, so it should be beautiful."

how come?

How could he? ? !

Inadvertent or intentional, small talk or threats?

calm down......

在慌乱和沉着的拉锯战里，迪亚波罗忽然意识到了什么——自己手上的牌是13点，对于自己来说过大的牌是9和10......只有9和10。

Watching the time pass by second by second, Diablo's throat felt a little dry.

He felt that he was caught in a dilemma, and his pores were blocked by a sense of restraint that he had never felt before. The procrastinating and slow self seemed to be revived from his body.

He seemed to smell the sea breeze of Sardinia again, recalling himself who was adopted by a priest and was evaluated as 'cowardly and dull' by his peers.

How to do?

Is it like this to admit that it was a failure of a gamble, and to find an opportunity to use the power of Passion to wipe out Mirufiore, or...

Do not!

Diablo—the night when the youth in Sardinia transformed into a mafia, he decisively burned down the entire village and cut off all escape routes! !

Doesn't he dare to take a gamble?Is it necessary to retreat in such a desperate way? !

The threat of Brandeso is there, but if he loses his position because the other party doesn't understand a word of 'Sardinia', he gives up the game... that would be a trampling on the dignity of the emperor! !

It is impossible for him to admit defeat like this, then there is only—

"HIT!!"

Casper couldn't stop chattering, he followed the order and screamed in the eyes of the audience: "HIT! Take the card, take the card!!"

Bai Lan hid the deep interest in her eyes and smiled like a child who got candy.

Tick, tick.

The final whistle blows, checkmate. 【Note 1】

"Pooh!"

Jiaqiu spat the dessert on the ground with a look of disgust: "This thing is worth 100 million lire?! It's too unpalatable!"

Seeing this, Meloni quickly put away the leftover chocolate violin mousse, and he even disliked the stinky straight man who didn't know how to do it at all.

"They are selling gimmicks, but the materials inside include gold leaf and pearls."

The unconvinced grumpy old man muttered: "...the taste is just like that."

"That, that—" Bessie raised her hand tremblingly: "Brother Prosciut, what should I do with this Russian?"

Facing the younger brother who was still weak, Prosciut looked at the Russian mafioso who smelled of alcohol with a stinking face: "...I remember the boss said that this person can let him go, beat him up and throw him away." Get out."

"Don't, don't!"

The real drinking capacity is also very Russian. Lermontov, who pretended to be drunk, sobered up instantly: "Brother, uncle... I will go by myself, I will go by myself!"

When he got to the door, the intelligence officer couldn't control his damn curiosity: "So what, where's Brandeso?"

"Why are you looking for Boss?"

"Ask... I'll just ask."

Lermontov choked, and said embarrassingly, "He's the first person to get in Madam Luisa's car without taking Passion's face seriously."

"No comment."

Proshut asked Bessie to throw Lermontov out of the gate with a fishing rod.

This Russian also has other missions on his shoulders. As the only newcomer who walked out of the Roman feast alive tonight besides the members of Mirufiore, what kind of monsters and monsters he will turn into when the story comes out is what Bailan expects .

Although simply speaking, the rookie successfully challenged the authority of Passion, but all members of the assassination team knew that it was not that simple.

15 minutes ago.

Gasping and wreaking havoc around the manor, Gacho froze all access roads and prevented a suspicious vehicle from entering;

Illuso, who was bored, sat on the roof and counted the stars, trying not to let the dazzling "cocoon of dead air" in the mirror world blind him.

When Risut was lowered from the ceiling, what he saw was the auctioneer Casper who had been shattered into coke, followed by other unlucky people who fell from the [Royal Casino] and gradually woke up.

The boss directed Bessie and Holmaggio to move all the backstage lots back to Mirufiore at a free price, and threw the golden arrows by himself, as if they were on an outing.

'They're all free...'

That was Risut's first thought, immediately followed by a reflection on his mundane desire for money.

The seasoned killer observed the environment, and then naturally crushed the head of an unlucky guy at his feet, because Proxiet asked Bai Lan how to deal with the mafia gangsters everywhere.

"Of course I killed them all~"

"Although this year's Feast of Rome was not as Passion expected, the move of 'cleansing' is beneficial—for Mirufiore."

Bai Lan so lightly decided the fate of everyone in the audience, the bloody smell in every gesture... I have to say that it is very appetizing for the assassination team.

Fifteen minutes later, when Lermontov walked out of the red glare hall grumbling, he bumped into Blanchesso, who was returning from a walk.

The curious intelligence expert still couldn't help it, and asked cautiously: "You shouldn't have settled it from the very beginning, right?"

"Choose that card because that set of cards will be used! You also know that the next card will make Kasper explode!" Lermontov said and gradually became excited, "Damn it! Before entering the tiebreaker, you suddenly Stopping, is the right time, right?!"

How could he be so clear about the other party's intentions?Even from the auction... no, maybe before coming to Rome, the devil knew what was going to happen tonight!

"Yes."

Bai Lan admitted without concealment: "I know."

'Really XX cool! '

Lermontov was speechless. He began to think about strengthening the cooperation with Mirufiore.

Lermontov's dancing movements are as obvious as torches. Under the dark night, the figure at the gate of the manor in the distance can see everything in his eyes.

After finishing the conversation with Bai Lan, Mrs. Luisa sent a sympathetic look to the ignorant Lermontov: "Fool... Mirufiore is missing an intelligence department." '

But it also means that Luisa Gambino did not choose the wrong person, Brandon Jesso... This young man will become a dark horse in Europe, and even the world, and generous investment is always Necessary.

Although Bai Lan mysteriously stated that Diablo was not his destined enemy, this time he even watched him leave from the secret passage with cold eyes.But there is no doubt that the imperial throne has begun to decay - just like the glory of the Gambino family 15 years ago.

The remnants of the era watched coldly the collapse of the dynasty, and she lifted a heavy straw up the corner of her skirt.

October 2001, 4, early morning.

This night, the flames soaring into the sky engulfed the gorgeous manor.

The front side shattered Passion's prestige, and the story of the Roman feast spread rapidly in the streets and alleys.

Stepping on countless bones, Rufiore became famous in one fell swoop.