The air seemed to have been baked by a fierce flame, so dry that there was almost no moisture at all.
The vast plains are dotted with sparse vegetation in twos and threes, with only a large amount of stones and soil that have begun to desertify piled on the surface of the land.
Even if there are occasional oases, they are only as rare as islands in the sea.
This place really looks like a cruel place of life.
The climate is hot and water is scarce.
Deserts and Gobi have taken over the land here, and no groups of animals or plants can live here.
If we really talk about it, maybe two hundred years ago there was really nothing, and everyone had to avoid the backcountry.
But since the gambling industry flourished here, it has been far away from the cruelty of life.
All that remains are money, beauty, power, and the deepest feelings from the soul.
This is the most international metropolis in the federal state of Nevada, the casino city of Las Vegas.
The urbanized buildings here are full of blurs between lights and shadows, countless delicacies have gathered here from all over the world, and countless beauties have shown their charming figures here because of the jingling gold coins.
There are also those tourists who linger, waiting for their unknown fate, but they never tire of it.
The secret of Las Vegas is that a poor person with only one dollar can turn into a rich man with millions of dollars in a matter of seconds, enjoying paradise-like enjoyment.
It can also turn a multi-millionaire who owns several factories and companies into a homeless man on the street with nothing.
No one can refuse that kind of excitement, rising from hell to heaven, and then falling from heaven to hell, that kind of rapid secretion of adrenaline, that kind of pleasure that determines everything in a few seconds, even if you invest your soul as a bargaining chip, you will not hesitate.
"It is the greatest original sin of mankind.
As long as it exists, mankind will be so depraved."
Slowly shake the red wine glass.
Mr.
House stood behind the hard tempered glass, his slightly wrinkled face expressionless, but he looked like a king in control of everything.
In fact, in Las Vegas, Mr.
House is indeed the supreme king, and his words are far more effective than the notices from the US federal government.
Everyone in Las Vegas knows this, even the robots programmed.
They have all been secretly written into Mr.
House's top directive.
Mars also knew this very well.
Although he was a middle-level elite of the Enclave organization and had the rank of lieutenant colonel, he still counted for nothing in front of Mr.
House.
Mr.
House, who controls the entire Las Vegas, is the king here.
He has authority that even the Enclave cannot fully penetrate.
“No one can resist the charm of Las Vegas.”
Sitting on the soft leather seat, Mars also held a glass of red wine as red as blood in his hand.
He slowly lowered his head and took a sip, while hiding the trace of envy in his eyes in this movement, feeling the slightly sour liquid in his mouth gradually become sweeter.
I couldn't help but slowly swallow it down my throat, and after savoring it for a while, I raised my head and said with satisfaction: "Just like this glass of red wine that has been preserved for 63 years, the taste is really fascinating."
Mars gently shook the wine glass in his hand, and two-fifths of the red liquid swayed slightly with his hand, becoming more and more dazzling and charming in the transparent glass wall.
But looking at the crystal clear appearance of this tall wine glass, he couldn't help but sigh slowly and said: "It's really luxurious."
"I remember this was three years ago, um, or two years ago, a guy who seemed to be very rich stayed here after he lost everything."
Mr.
House seemed very proud of Mars's praise and emotion.
He puffed up his chest slightly and stood at the top of the fifty-three-story building.
He was always in high spirits.
Taking a sip of the red wine in the glass, Mr.
House also looked at the crystal clear goblet and said with a smile: "These are two wine glasses carved from a single piece of crystal.
The current market price is about three hundred."
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"More than ten thousand dollars."
He paused slightly before continuing, "This type of crystal should be worth 3.25 million."
"The price is astonishing."
With a wry smile on his lips, Mars looked at the crystal clear glass in his hand, but could only slowly shake his head.
The whole piece of natural crystal cup has been carved into a modern shape by deft craftsmen.
It is no longer measured by the value brought by money, but it is already a work of art worthy of appreciation and admiration.
But now he was holding the wine in his hands so casually.
It has made Mars feel extremely luxurious.
Not to mention the price of 3.25 million, based on his current savings and salary, even a fraction of the 250,000 US dollars would probably take more than ten years to calculate.
And Mars also knew that the so-called 3.25 million might just be the price of an impromptu dinner for Mr.
House in front of him.
"Mr.
Mars, if you like red wine, I think I can give you this set of glasses."
Mr.
House looked very happy.
He turned around slowly, holding the glass of wine elegantly in his hand.
Although his face was slightly wrinkled, it was like the vicissitudes of time left on his face, adding a bit of charm.
Reaching out to raise the crystal glass, Mr.
House took a sip of wine, then breathed out a faint breath of wine, smiled and nodded to Mars: "This is nothing, just a small gift between friends."
"Little gift" Envy flashed in Mars's eyes, but the smile on his lips also contained a hint of self-mockery.
Shaking his head slowly, he gently looked up at Mr.
House in front of him, put down the crystal goblet in his hand, and said with emotion in his tone: "This can be worth my salary for more than ten years."
"But to me, it's really nothing."
Smiling slowly, Mr.
House shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
He moved gently and came to sit on the sofa opposite Mars.
He slowly crossed his legs and lay comfortably on the soft sofa with a wine glass in his hand.
He seemed quite satisfied and closed his eyes and exclaimed.
Said: "I still remember when I was young, 3.25 million could only be owned by God."
"Now?"
Mars smiled, but did not deny anything Mr.
House said.
Subconsciously, he took a sip of the wine that had been stored for more than sixty years.
The sweet taste reoccupied his mouth, and he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "I have to say, Mr.
House, money means nothing to you.
It’s just a number.”
"Of course, so if I give something that I don't care about at all, it doesn't constitute the so-called crime of bribery, right?"
A hearty laugh came from Mr.
House's mouth.
He quite agreed with Mars' words.
He even couldn't help but gently put down the crystal cup in his hand and slowly clapped his palms twice.
There were only two of them in the whole room, and Mr.
House's laughter had slowly stopped.
He also sat upright on the sofa, looked at Mars seriously, and said softly: "Ink I don’t know what Lei can give you.
But I know I can’t give you anything except money.”
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His voice was flat and seemed slightly hoarse.
But in Mars' ears, it was like the devil's temptation, making his hand holding the wine glass slowly tremble.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he looked beyond Mr.
House and looked at the slow wall behind him, but his face was dull: "God" he let out a long moan: "That's it" "It is a gift from the Kingdom of Gold."
Mr.
House's words appeared immediately after his words, and he patted his hands gently twice, and then seemed to give some instructions.
A golden light instantly appeared behind him, making him feel as if he was covered with Wearing a golden coat.
And when he looked at the dull look on Mars' face in front of him, a smile finally appeared on his lips: "This is your country, Mars."
Just behind him, in the slowly rising wall, layers of gold bricks were neatly arranged, illuminated by dazzling lights, and the reflected golden light could almost dazzle everyone's eyes.
Facing the dazzling golden light, Mars was already deeply immersed in it, his lips were trembling and he couldn't even speak completely.
"I just need someone, someone responsible in the Enclave to put some sense into my words."
After clapping his palms twice, the wall that had originally risen came down again, covering all the dazzling golden gadgets.
Mr.
House looked at Mars' disappointed look, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and gently clapped his hands.
A dexterous robot rolled its one wheel and drove over quickly, holding a velvet-covered robot in its hand. tray.
Mars swallowed slightly.
He seemed to have noticed something, and the velvet lifted by the robot already explained what he was thinking.
It is a beautiful, precisely crafted and extremely beautiful small gold brick.
And Mr.
House's words also appeared in front of him: ""This is just a small deposit.
It is definitely not asking you to betray the Enclave. " "Enclave" Clenching his teeth slightly, Mars slowly lowered his hand that was holding the crystal cup.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes gently as if he realized something.
Without waiting for three or five seconds, he reopened his eyes and looked at Mr.
House.
He put his hand on the gold brick and smiled softly: "Mr.
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