They arrived in Las Vegas, spent the day discussing their plans, and waited for Coyote to join them.
More than three months had passed since Musa's death. The survivors from the base couldn't be kept under restrictions forever.
Coyote's travel restrictions had been lifted the previous month. With Morning Light Academy still closed, he had little to do, so he came to Las Vegas as casually as if he were taking a vacation.
After hearing Huang Ji and the others' plan, Coyote said he had no problem taking Evil Dragon and the others to gamble. But...
"Sometimes there are sentinels and Ascenders at these games. They might recognize Evil Dragon," Coyote said.
Huang Ji smiled. "That's fine. I can disguise you."
"You want those wealthy gamblers to get so desperate to win their money back that they extend the game and add another round, right? Then Evil Dragon proposes the rules for that final round," Coyote said.
"First, the surviving 'racehorses' won't necessarily be sent to Santa Fe," Huang Ji said. "Labs that need guinea pigs are everywhere."
"So the final game Evil Dragon proposes must take place near Santa Fe. That way, when it ends, the survivors will be sent to the Santa Fe Life Science Center, even if only for a brief stay."
"Second... one of the participants should be a senior officer from Santa Fe Base."
"I'll check," Coyote said.
He made a few calls, then logged into his private email and received a file.
"Hmm... you guessed right. Kogas, the logistics director at the Santa Fe Life Science Center. Level 31. He's a gambling addict who enjoys watching losers despair. He handles procurement for the center, especially for the Nirvana Project and the Crawler Project," Coyote said.
Huang Ji nodded. "Then he's our man. Make sure