"It's boring..."
Flamingo Hotel, who stayed under the name Mafia, and Howard, who had been having fun for a whole week, collapsed on the sofa, his eyes seemed to have no focus, and he looked bored.
I am tired of Baccarat, Texas Hold'em and other games.
The alpine ski resort is under construction. When I have nothing to do, I usually play golf.
I soaked in the natural hot springs almost every night. Lying in the hot spring pool, which is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people, and looking down at the Las Vegas below, it was a Emperor level of enjoyment.
And there are beautiful women who rub their backs and water them.
It sounds like a comfortable life in heaven, but for Howard, who likes the new and dislikes the old very quickly, he has no interest after experiencing it a few times.
Even Alessandro, the leader of Mafia, had hinted intentionally or unintentionally that the reception girls, sexy dealers and waitresses in the hotel could all come to serve you.
Howard, who can enter Sage Time, did not go along with the situation and engage in prostitution for free, but rejected such illegal behavior with righteous words.
Well, here's why.
In fact, it was because when he arrived at Las Vegas on the first day, he did a lot of sports and overtaxed his body.
Nevada is the only place in the United States where pornography is allowed and considered legal.
A playboy like Howard has already run out of ammunition and food after only staying for a few days, and is beyond his capabilities.
"No wonder it is said to be a paradise for the rich. You can do whatever you want here!"
Howard collapsed on the sofa and took a sip of juice.
He showed such a bored state because Luke was not fooling around with him.
For men, going out to have fun must be in a team to have fun.
If you are alone, your interest will automatically be halved.
"We clearly agreed to avoid White House and the Pentagon's gang and help Captain Rogers prepare for his bachelor party, but in the end we still have to talk about work."
Howard complained.
Luke In the first two days after arriving at Las Vegas, I really experienced the local customs and customs.
Not only did he set a record of winning forty-three consecutive games of "Twenty-One" in the hotel's casino, but he also played other types of games.
Poker, dice, points, odd and even, roulette...
These gameplay methods developed by humans are not difficult for Luke.
So just soak it in for a brief moment.
He pulled away and returned to work.
Nevada There is not only the casino Las Vegas, but also National Security Zone.
U.S. Department of Energy established Nevada Test Site in the desert southeast of Nye County, where the military has conducted more than nine hundred nuclear explosions.
This also attracted a large number of "nuclear explosion tourists", and Atomic Bomb became popular with Nevada, instantly becoming a fashion.
Las Vegas has many "Miss Atomic Bomb" - beautiful girls wearing mushroom cloud bikinis, which is a major feature.
Anyway, since they are here, Luke naturally has to go to various military bases to visit and express condolences as War Hero.
So, he left Howard in the hotel.
"This is a rare vacation. How can I just stay in a hotel room and waste time."
Howard, who squinted his eyes and slept for a while, touched his mustache and decided to go out to have some fun.
Even playing a round of golf or going to a hot spring for a while.
Staying in his room was not his style.
"Is there anything worth visiting nearby?"
Howard, who put on a brand new high-end suit and sprayed some cologne to look more like a slut, caught a glimpse of the waiter responsible for running the elevator up and down.
"Sir, there is a newly opened 'Hell Hotel' two streets away from the hotel. I heard it is very interesting."
The waiter pocketed the tip and pointed the way.
"Hell Hotel..."
Howard muttered.
The name seems interesting.
"A corrupt soul like mine deserves to go to hell."
Howard picked up a glass of champagne and said to himself.
He followed the direction given by the waiter and soon saw the newly opened "Hell Hotel".
"Wow, the atmosphere is hot and there is a long queue."
Howard raised his eyebrows. Waiting in line calmly was not what he should do.
"Hey man, if you'll give up your spot to me, this is all yours."
Using money to pave the way is always one of the best ways to solve problems.
Howard came to the front of the queue without any surprise. The two security guards guarding the door glanced at him and stamped their arms with the seal of a goat-horned devil.
"Go in."
The security guard said gruffly.
Howard put one hand in his pocket and walked into the door gracefully.
He sniffed and frowned slightly.
"It felt like there was a sulfur smell."
Howard thought to himself.
However, his attention was quickly attracted by the decoration inside Hell Hotel.
The dark red color fills every corner of the sight.
Soft carpet that radiates gentle heat.
There is also a faint flow of light, like magma.
The walls are carved with various patterns and patterns with Shocker and weird temperament, and there are even waiters dressed like devils and devils walking back and forth.
"It's really strange for a hotel to use hell as its theme."
Howard became interested and walked to the front desk where the chips were exchanged.
"Sir, we don't accept checks or cash here."
Said the waiter with curved horns on his head and a hooked nose.
He rejected the check signed by Howard and the banknotes he took out of his wallet.
"Then what do you charge here?"
Howard raised the corners of his mouth and asked curiously.
"Soul. Hell Hotel all use their souls in exchange for chips. There is a place to weigh the weight of your soul over there."
The waiter answered sternly.
"Pretending to be something like that."
Howard Looking in the direction pointed by the waiter, there was indeed a huge scale not far away.
Many guests who entered the hotel stood on it, waiting for the final result.
"Exchange my soul for chips? What if my soul cannot be exchanged for enough chips, or I lose all my chips and still want to continue playing the game?"
Howard folded his arms, like a guest who was deliberately making things difficult.
"You can sign a contract and mortgage your soul to Hell Hotel forever."
The waiter looked expressionless and took out a stack of thick documents.
"We have short-term pledge contracts of ten, thirty, fifty and one hundred years, as well as long-term pledge contracts of two hundred to one thousand years."
Howard Just glanced at it, and the dense English words were enough to give me a headache.
He curled his lips, randomly pulled out a pledge contract with an unknown term, and signed his name.
The waiter's dark eyes flashed with a fiery light.
He coded out several piles of chips with different denominations, packed them neatly in a tray, and handed them to Howard with both hands.
"Welcome to Hell Hotel, I wish you a good time."