Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Naturally, it was Shire who stepped in. The second half was Bond time, and soon he would kill the poker table. If he didn't enter the game at this time, he wouldn't even be able to drink soup.

"certainly."

"why not."

Bond and Sievers said at the same time.

And the former saw a beautiful girl from England, and subconsciously showed a Bond-style smile. It was a bit like the deep eyes of Hank, Shire's former temporary comrade-in-arms.

Sievers did not refuse either. For him, the more funds on the poker table, the better, and this was not a heads-up game between the two of them. with it.

Charles sat on the edge of the card table.

Casino Royale uses electronic cash internally, but it was not difficult for Shire to obtain an electronic account.

"Snapped."

Ciel suppressed the cards in his hand.

The dealer starts to deal the cards.

The battle became intense from the very beginning. To be precise, it was between Bond and Sievers. There were only two of them facing each other at the poker table.

Shire threw a million into the chip pool.

He was not in a hurry, the fighting was fierce in the second half, but there were only a few back and forth after all. First, Sievers continued to kill and kill, and then Bond rushed to catch up.

Then Sivers couldn't hold back his hands, and Bond left the scene and used antidote hormones to barely suppress the toxin.

After returning, Bond lost more than he won and began to set Sievers in a trap, allowing Sievers to win several big ones in a row. The chips on the table once accumulated to more than 80 million.

In the last round, Bond's remaining 10 million chips went all-in, prompting Sievers to go all-in, and then, Bond won the game.

Since it is the protagonist, the lore must have a lore fan, which is the highest value in Texas Hold'em, a royal straight flush. Even if Shire is also a royal straight flush, he can only share the chip with Bond equally.

Charles doesn't want to, and doesn't need to, because he doesn't need to pay off all 100 million US dollars like Sievers, and he doesn't need to win Sievers to force him to cooperate like Bond.

He, just accept it as soon as he sees it.

"Wow!"

Sievers hugged the chips on the table back to his body.

"you lose."

He exhaled lightly.

"Not always."

But in the next moment, the card that Bond turned over made Sievers froze, a flush, higher than him.

Then there's Bond time, when Shire is like a ruthless coin machine, and the two old buddies left at the table watch Bond and Sievers want to kill each other.

Bond, who had found his sense, started to take it all, a straight and flush house. The cards in his hand became bigger and bigger every time, and the chips in front of him became more and more, and even gathered more than half of the chips in the game.

Sievers lost his temper and motioned his old friend to take Bond's wine glass from the sidelines.

Shire tossed another million.

There are not many chips left with tens of millions of chips, but soon, his chance to make a move is coming soon.

"You don't look good."

Sievers said, staring at Bond.

After drinking bourbon with nerve-paralyzing toxins and relying on the help of Vesper in the car, Bond was injected with the antidote. Although he seemed calm when he returned, the sweat on his neck could not be faked.

And Sievers is a little scared. Bond's card skills are getting better and better, and he has taken away most of the chips. He is afraid that Bond will continue to win, so he has everything now, and even uses words to attack Bond. .

"I've never been better."

Bond shrugged.

It's not like he's lying, the antidote has a certain amount of adrenaline, and his condition is indeed better than ever.

A new round of fighting began.

Bond, who had suffered a dark loss, realized that he couldn't force it. He began to follow the temptation, and set him up for Sievers who lost more and won less. Sievers, who owed money, was in urgent need of cash. This impatience affected him to a certain extent. reason.

And Bond's frequent mistakes made Sievers think that Bond was holding on, and the toxin still affected him, and he began to relax more and more.

Unknowingly, the chip pool on the poker table has become more and more, and has accumulated to nearly 90 million US dollars.

Bond realized that it was time, let Sievers win two more hands, tricked him to relax his vigilance, and then waited for a good card, and then looked for an opportunity to go all-in with chips, stimulating Sievers to follow up and kill him in one fell swoop.

"You don't look well."

Sievers began to taunt again.

However, unlike before when he was apprehensive, this time he seemed to be confident, and the faint cold sneer was once again on his face.

Bond still had a typical Bond smile and seemed confident. At the card table, he didn't answer Seavers at all.

"Do you want to follow?"

"hehe."

The two looked at the cards silently, and both felt that they were not sure, but after all, they were all amazing at the cards. They continued to pretend to be confident, trying to fool other people at the table and win this round. go on.

If you are sure, just take it all. If you are not sure, you will team up to deceive other people and roll the chip pool to the next round. This is the same routine before, and the chip pool is getting bigger and bigger.

"Check."

"Check."

Sure enough, seeing the performances of the two, the rich Arabs and the black local tyrants in Africa are like pre-set mindless passers-by, or they may really feel that the loose cards in their hands are not as good as those of Bond and Sievers. The flush or straight, after thinking about it for a while, just as the two of them expected, they passed the card directly.

Bond and Sievers are very calm. At the poker table, the only opponent worthy of their seriousness is each other. Everyone else is...

"Stud."

Then, just when they were ready to check the cards with mutual sympathy, a crisp voice suddenly interrupted their train of thought.

Bond \u0026 Severs: ?

………………

Calmly pushing all the chips in front of him into the pool, Charles tilted his head against Laura's face and looked at Bond and Sievers.

The latter were all expressionless, and it was impossible to see what they were thinking.

"Follow?"

she asked with a smile.

Bond and Sievers have never paid attention to Shire. This beautiful lady who joined the poker table has a good skin, but just like everyone else at the poker table, her poker skills are irrelevant, so they directly took her It is regarded as a vase, or a vase for giving money.

Unexpectedly, she had a backstab at this moment.

Sievers didn't want to give up just yet.

"Very confident, ma'am."

He tried to push Ciel away with his eyes.

"So are you following?"

Charles didn't like this and asked directly.

Sievers knew his own cards. If he was lucky, he could draw a full house with the next hole card. If he was unlucky, it might be a straight draw.

And Shire was able to stud suddenly without being deceived by them, so she was obviously very confident. The next card draw would at least be a straight flush, otherwise she wouldn't be so sure.

Sievers' eyelids twitched angrily, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

"Not with."

It is stupid to know that you will be taken all by yourself.

"Let's play the cards."

Seeing that other people had no intention of sending money, Charles signaled to the croupier.

Bond, flop, Sievers, straight, Arabian billionaire, flop, African black local tycoon, three of a kind, Shire...flush.

Bond \u0026 Severs: (▼皮▼#).

Let alone a straight flush or a royal straight flush, she is not even a full house, just an ordinary flush.

How dare she!

"Winner pays baa."

Charles took the chips on the poker table to him in an angry tone, stood up gracefully, and threw a red chip representing 100,000 to the croupier.

"It's yours."

Sievers couldn't sit still anymore.

Rewarding the dealer for a tip means not playing, which is not acceptable.

Shire took away at least 90 million US dollars with this hand. The electronic funds of the royal game this time are only about 130 million US dollars. Sievers has a lot of connections, but he didn't say that he could easily reach hundreds of millions. Then harvest, otherwise he would not have to deal secretly with the freedom fighters.

And this time, he was merciless and killed a lot. It was considered a familiarity. The friendship that he didn't have much in the first place probably will be completely over this time. Next time, he won't be able to call so many people to save him.

This fund cannot be released, otherwise he will die miserably.

Thinking of this, Sievers didn't care whether he was a gentleman or not.

"Leave after winning, it would be too out of style."

He stood up, the gloomy face visible to the naked eye.

The surrounding atmosphere cooled down.