Las Vegas, a miraculous city where angels and demons coexisted.
This city of gold on the edge of the Nevada desert was one of the world's four great gambling capitals and enjoyed a worldwide reputation. Many said that if you were down to your last few dollars, Las Vegas might let you turn your life around; if you had more money than you could spend, Las Vegas might let you experience the carefree life of a vagrant.
Las Vegas was like that—one side heaven, the other hell.
A black Bentley pulled up outside the entrance of the Vdara Hotel & Spa. The moment Sean stepped out, he felt a wave of luxury wash over him. Luxury cars filled the streets, distinguished guests poured in like rain, and the roar of the crowd was as scorching as the Las Vegas weather.
"You should have brought a female companion to an occasion like this. Showing up with someone as boring as me will make you seem rather dull," Dr. Connors teased.
They had come for the Department of Defense's commendation banquet. Generally, most attendees were major companies in the Military Industry, arms contractors such as Stark Industries and Hammer Industries.
Of course, there were also financial brokers from multinational corporations and well-connected social elites.
Sean strode into the luxurious hotel. The banquet was being held on the twentieth floor, guarded by fully armed soldiers under tight security. Without an invitation or an introduction from a guest, an ordinary person had no chance of sneaking in.
The banquet had not yet begun. Guests moved about in groups of three or five, forming different social circles. Soft, elegant music flowed through the air as waiters carrying trays weaved through the hall, offering champagne to wealthy elites at just the right moments.
"Hey, Sean, you're