Chapter 1671 Breakthrough
1671, Breakthrough
“Hey, man.” James Bond patted Thomas Wickon’s face and woke him up from his sleep. Awake.
"Ah... you! You..." Thomas Wicken woke up suddenly. After seeing the person clearly, he begged again, "Please let me go... I just want to make a little money. ...I've said everything I need to say...I don't know anything else!"
"Haha, small money?" James Bond mocked, "You can make it just by changing hands. At least it’s enough money to buy a high-end frigate. If this is considered a small amount of money, how can we, the salaried, live?”
"Sir...Sir...I am willing to give you all the money! Every penny is the same! I just beg you to let me go..." Thomas was still begging for mercy.
“You know? The Dawn Galaxy is very busy right now, and this utility room is where repair equipment for holographic game consoles is stacked. But according to my observation, the people who work here are busy working and resting all day long. They spend most of their time drinking, getting drunk, and then being busy with work the next day. They don't have time for much entertainment, and no one will smash the game console. It’s basically a tool established by Kuat Power Shipyard to promote how good its employee benefits are,” James Bond said with a smile.
Thomas Wicken nodded blankly.
“Look... Kuate Power Shipyard will definitely promote it. We even prepared game consoles for employees! But in reality? The work pressure is very high and the work is intense and overtime all day long. Who can do it? Do you have the energy to play games?" James Bond continued, "So, I just need to leave you here. The only result for you is to slowly starve to death. I believe this is not a good feeling for me. ... Because you may be tortured by hunger for at least a week. Don't worry, I will at least give you water."
Trust began to shake his head violently again, "No...what do you want from me. They said! I will take you out now, please let me go!”
James Bond took out a tube of nutritional supplements from his pocket, shook it, and said: "This is binto flavored. In fact, I have tasted a lot of flavors, and I still think the taste of binto is the most pleasant. It has a slight entrance. Sweet, but after swallowing it, there is a refreshing sour taste, and then the aftertaste in the throat is sweet again..."
Thomas swallowed hard, he had not eaten for most of the day. Something.
James Bond immediately put away the nutritional supplements, "Look, it's only been less than a day. There are still nine days before you will actually starve to death..."
Thomas struggled violently, "Please give me something to eat, I'll tell you whatever you want! Whatever you want!"
James Bond's face suddenly turned cold, "Tell me The coordinates of my galaxy!”
Thomas Wicken was stunned, and then said with a sad face: "I don't know..."
James Bond stood up and said: "Then I will come back at this time tomorrow, maybe I will have an extra day. , your memory will be clearer."
He walked out without any hesitation at all.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! I know where the coordinates are!" Thomas shouted quickly.
James Bond turned back and said coldly: "You only have 5 seconds, otherwise, see you tomorrow."
"Navigator Bourne! He knows the coordinates! And I know how to get him to tell you!" Thomas said.
"Let's talk." James Bond came to Thomas and squatted down.
"Bourne! This guy is a navigator! He is responsible for the navigation of one of the transportation lines! And he likes gambling! Very much!" Thomas said.
"So he owes you money?"
"No...I owe him more than 8,000 credit points..."
James Bond looked cold and stood up to leave again.
“Wait a minute! Bourne is a hot-tempered person. If you can make him lose to the top, then he will dare to put anything on the gambling table! And I owe him money, so you can go to him directly. If you want to help me pay back the money, he will definitely not refuse you!" Thomas said quickly.
A satisfied smile appeared on James Bond's lips, and then he dropped a bottle of water, "Drink, this is your food for today. You can also solve problems in a bottle."
"No...I want to eat! I want nutritional supplements!" Boss Thomas was alone and almost crying now. "Of course, you have to wait until I come into contact with this Bourne before you are eligible to eat." James Bond smiled coldly and walked out directly.
...
“Looks like I won again.” James Bond smiled and put down the cards in his hand, “Exactly 23 o’clock! Haha! Take it all!!”
"Asshole!!" A middle-aged man with curly hair who looked a little fatter smashed the machine in his hand on the table in great annoyance. But he still reluctantly grabbed a handful of money and threw it into a triangular jar in the center of the table.
After James Bond waited for the other three people at the table to throw money in, he leaned over to take the jar, poured all the money in front of him, and looked proud as he counted. look.
They were playing a card game called Sabacc, which is similar to a complicated version of blackjack. The ultimate goal of the game is to bring the number of points in your hand as close as possible to 23. Both positive and negative numbers are acceptable. Whoever is closest will win. This is considered a small game.
The loser of each round then throws money into the ‘Sabacc Jar’ in the middle of the table.
When someone completes a special combination, or reaches 23 points directly, this person eats all the money in the sabacc jar, and then this is the end of the overall situation (the rules are very complicated anyway, just Not much to say).
In the original plot, Han Solo won the Millennium Falcon from Lando Calrissian through this card.
James Bond counted and found that he had won more than 40,000 credits today, which can be regarded as a huge sum of money.
It is now the third day that he has contacted Bourne. Thomas Wicken did not lie. He really approached Bourne on the pretext of paying back the money. And as luck would have it, Byrne happened to be at the poker table at that time. So James Bond naturally made a few bets with him.
For top agents like James Bond, their mastery of micro-expressions and even psychology, as well as their calculation of card situations, make them the top poker players. It is easy to defeat these skilled workers.
To put it bluntly, these people are all people who have been busy during the day, come to drink some wine at night, gamble a few times, go home and sleep, and there will be no such thing as gambling, James Bond Nature has no disadvantages.
So in the next two days, James Bond went out to check out the situation during the day, and came over to gamble with Bourne at night. He let Bourne win first and then lose, and in the end he took them all, almost emptying his pockets.
"Okay, okay, I have more than ten machines to be inspected tomorrow. Let's go home and sleep." James Bond waved his hand and walked outside.
“One more game!!” Bourne roared loudly from behind.
"No, no, I'm too tired, go home." James Bond shook his head and continued walking out.
"I bet my spaceship!!" Bourne said loudly, "One round will determine the outcome! We won't waste too much time!"
James Bond finally stopped He turned around and asked, "What kind of spaceship is yours?"
"A DC-9 cargo ship! It's not a good cargo, but it's enough to win back all the money you have!" En said loudly.
"Oh? Looks like you're already sure you've won?" James Bond smiled coldly, walked back, pulled out the stool and sat down at the card table again.
No one could see that the moment he opened the stool, he changed a card without leaving a trace.
"Then, just the two of us." James Bond said. He took out the money he just won from his arms again, shook it, and looked into Bourne's red eyes. , and threw all the money into the sabacc jar in the middle of the table.
Bourne also took out a spacecraft starter, hesitated, and threw it into the jar.
(End of this chapter)