owlsbooks Chapter 54 You dog planner, you bastard!
Chapter 54 You dog planner, you bastard!
Pearl Harbor, underground command post.
Under the dim glow of the lantern, a brass key and a rough sketch of the vault's defenses drawn on cheap parchment lay quietly on the table.
Lynn braced his hands on the edge of the table, his gaze sweeping over the players present.
"Well done, Agent." Lynn pointed to the sketch on the table. "Not only did you escape unscathed last night, but you also managed to extract this map of the underground vault and the spare key from the madam. You deserve the credit for this."
The agent, sporting dark circles under his eyes, chuckled to himself, thinking, "Do you know how much I paid for this?"
Lynn curled his fingers and tapped them heavily on the table, his expression turning serious. "However, everyone, I must emphasize one point. The last time we wiped out the Blood Axe Mercenary Group, although the outcome was good, the entire process had absolutely nothing to do with our original plan. It was purely a lucky accident!"
The players coughed a few times, their eyes darting around. Little Snail, the agent and supervisor who served as the temporary commander at the front lines, knew all too well what had happened that day; the chaotic scene was too painful to recall.
"This operation absolutely cannot afford another mishap like this!" Lynn emphasized. "The treasure vault in the Treasurer's residence is guarded in shifts by a group of assassins. A direct assault would be a slap in the face to the committee; we must sneak in and take the ledgers. That fat man is obsessed with money; if we cause some trouble in his casino, we can definitely get them transferred."
"We need to find a way to forge the letter so that Fatty will have no choice but to go to the casino after seeing it," Xiaoyu suggested, who was listening nearby.
"That's a good idea," Lynn said, then added, "but forging letters is no easy feat."
"No problem, these are just basic skills for us old-timers." Night Owl smiled slightly, indicating that he had the matter under control.
"OK!"
Lynn took out a piece of chalk and drew a route on the blackboard: "Night Owl, go to his study and leave a forged letter from the Pearl Harbor security captain about tonight's raid on the underground casino. With things in such a mess in Bolton right now, it's understandable that these people would take advantage of the chaos. Once Fatty thinks that his core business is about to be taken down, he'll definitely panic and will most likely transfer the mansion's bodyguards to guard the casino."
"As for the casino..." Lynn looked at Little Snail. Having known them for so long in real life, Little Snail was the only one among this group who knew how to play cards. "How are your card skills? Can you make some money in an underground casino?"
The little snail patted its chest and smiled confidently: "Don't worry, boss. In real life... cough, I used to be terrible at even counting cards in a game of Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game). But it's okay, we have a way to deal with it. Our agents can plant informants in the ventilation ducts, and we'll use the online/offline system to coordinate across servers. We'll definitely make the casino bleed!"
"Online/offline? Cross-server?" Lynn raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, a perfectly timed hint of confusion in his eyes. He perfectly maintained his NPC persona, pretending not to understand the players' slang, casually brushing it off, "I don't understand what you're all babbling about. Anyway, all I want is chaos in the casino. Understand? Execute strictly according to plan!"
The little snail and the agent exchanged a glance and nodded solemnly.
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Night falls at the financial director's residence.
Like a ghost, the night owl silently slipped into the fat steward's empty study, avoiding searchlights and sentries.
He deftly placed the forged secret letter about the casino raid on his desk.
"knock off."
The night owl deftly vaulted out the window and disappeared into the night.
However, less than half a minute after he left, a sudden gust of night wind blew through the half-open window and knocked the secret letter off the table.
The paper twirled a few times in the air before landing precisely in the wastebasket under the desk, slipping into the gap between several stained tissues.
The desk was empty, as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, the underground casino in Pearl Harbor.
The little snail, wearing an extravagant silk robe he'd gotten from Old One-Eye, casually sat down at the VIP gambling table.
A new player with the ID "魍魉" played the role of a little snail follower this time.
"Deal the cards." The little snail slumped in its seat and tapped the table with its hand, looking utterly smug and arrogant.
Inside the ventilation duct, the agent clung to the gaps in the fence like a gecko, surveying the entire area. Perhaps he had spent too much time in the game, or perhaps he was too exhausted from last night, for he kept yawning.
In the first few rounds, the dealer was clearly testing the waters, or rather, testing the waters.
The cards were neither particularly strong nor weak, and the game was close. The agent used his dynamic vision to clearly see the dealer's card-cutting techniques.
"Retreat," the agent muttered to himself, and decisively logged off.
"Sir, why are your eyes closed the whole time?" The dealer noticed something odd about the little snail and asked.
"My older brother just loves to sleep while playing cards!" the demon said arrogantly. "Don't disturb his rhythm, or he'll wake up and start a fight!"
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In the real world, a message popped up in a newly formed chat group called "Pearl Harbor Troublemaking Group":
Agent: "They have a pair, we can win this hand. Play two hands, then fold."
In the game world, the little snail closes its eyes for a few seconds and then opens them, executing the action perfectly.
After several exchanges, the dealer and the posing gambler next to him exchanged a glance, a hint of certainty flashing in their eyes. The fish had taken the bait, the chip pool was hot, and it was time to strike hard and fleece the customer.
A new round begins. The ante has been subtly raised to an astonishing number by the fake gambler.
The agent inside the pipe squinted, his gaze piercing through the afterimage of the dealer shuffling the cards.
"The hole card is a straight flush. Wow, here comes the main course."
The agent closed his eyes, disconnected, and went offline!
The real world.
The agent took off his VR glasses again, picked up his phone, and typed rapidly: "They're playing a straight! Fold immediately! Don't give them a single penny!"
After sending the message, the agent breathed a sigh of relief. The plan was perfect, everything was under control. He rolled over, lay back down, and prepared to log back in to continue acting as a human cheat.
However, the moment the device was put back on, a glaring bright red warning box popped up:
[System Warning: Player's stamina has been detected as being overdrawn! To protect your brain from irreversible damage, your body has entered deep hibernation.]
[Current account cooldown time: 3 hours, 59 minutes, and 20 seconds!]
The agents lying on the sofa were completely bewildered.
Three seconds later, the agent sat bolt upright, frantically pounding on his VR headset: "Holy crap! You damn game designer! This crappy hardcore physics engine is out of stamina and it's locking my account?! Let me in!"
The agent grabbed his phone and sent a frantic voice message in the WeChat group: "Snail! My account has been banned by the system! I can't log in! You're on your own from now on, damn it!"
the other side.
The little snail in the game had just logged off and was now picking up his phone in real life to check the intelligence. After listening to that voice message, cold sweat poured down his forehead.
Before we set off, we said we absolutely had to make sure nothing went wrong on this mission, and sure enough, what we feared came true.
Besides, you're telling me to just play around? This hand's ante is almost 10,000 gold coins, and you're telling me to just play around?!
The little snail swallowed hard, then put the VR headset back on, its head covered in sweat.
In the game, the little snail suddenly opened his eyes. Looking at the menacing fake gambler opposite him, and then at the mountain of chips piled on the table, his mind went blank. Having failed to even calculate the cards in a game of Dou Dizhu in his previous life, he had no way out in this life-or-death gamble.
He pushed forward the mountain of chips in front of him expressionlessly, without even looking at his hole cards, and said in a stiff voice, "All in."
The fake gambler opposite him suddenly narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the snail's chaotic movements.
Something's not right... The fake gambler's fingers trembled slightly under the table. He thought to himself, this method is completely illogical. He doesn't even look at his hole cards? What kind of blind man's bluff is this? Is he trying to disrupt my card counting rhythm?
He took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on the little snail's face, which was stiff and expressionless due to excessive tension.
Not only that, he controlled his emotions flawlessly. In this life-or-death gamble, he didn't even show a trace of fear! He gasped, startled by his own meticulous logic, breaking out in a cold sweat. This composure was definitely the work of a professional con artist luring him in!
"I fold!" The fake gambler gritted his teeth and threw his good hand into the pile of discarded cards.