A month later, Amit was informed that her training performance was barely qualified, and she was still far from being excellent. During this month, she was basically conducting special training and did not meet anyone except the instructor and Fan Mang.

Fan Mang was also observing and found that although Amit was still a little impatient, he really persevered, which was rare.

"F, can I be a field agent now?"

"It's still early. You can measure your body now and customize a uniform. Then I'll take you to the job application, and you will become a trainee detective."

"Some people's probation period is very short, such as me and J, and your future partner, little H from the European branch, but there are also many probationary agents whose probationary period exceeds half a year, or even a year. There are also some probationary periods. I didn’t spend it, I just chose to quit.”

Fan Mang began to imply that Amit, your future partner will be Little H from the European branch.

"I won't quit, I will definitely stick to it until I turn positive."

"Hopefully. By the way, you can choose a code name now. The code name of the field agent, usually a letter, here is a table, the one that has been painted out is the one that is now occupied, and you can choose from the rest. select."

Amit took a look and chose I as her code name. Her favorite letter M belongs to an ace detective who has not yet retired.

When she finally got the uniform, she was ecstatic to put it on and looked in the mirror for a long time.

"F, shall I go out with you and J on a mission today?"

Without Fan Mang speaking, J said: "You are still in the probationary period, so it is most appropriate to start adapting from the logistics department. Your task today is to help in the logistics, you can take time to learn some alien information, if there is an attendance notice , just follow."

"F, let's go. I heard that a guy cheated in Las Vegas, I think move faster, we can still make it back for dinner."

Taking the underground train, they soon reached Las Vegas.

"Oh, the construction speed of the underground train is getting faster and faster. The organization can thank me a lot. It was I who recommended Jeff to help dig the tunnel, which greatly improved the efficiency." J was a little proud.

"But Jeff doesn't have to thank you, his workload is huge. I've heard from O that Jeff's appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and he's continuing to grow. If it goes on like this, he'll have to be sent off the earth. , we can't afford him."

Fan Mang also thought that it was a genius idea for Jeff to help dig the tunnel, but he didn't expect Jeff to grow so fast. It is estimated that the food the organization gave him was too good. After all, Jeff's salary was basically paid for with food.

"I think we can urge Jeff to lose weight, but I don't know if he will be unhappy if he goes on a diet."

While chatting, the two came to the ground, received the staff, and sent them directly to the Paragon Palace.

This is the old-fashioned gold-selling cave in Las Vegas. It not only has many traditional Las Vegas projects, but also various consumer projects such as song and dance performances, hotels, leisure and entertainment, and receives millions of tourists every year.

Coming here, the consumption is naturally not low, so J looked at Fan Mang straightly: "Your bonus is much higher than mine, and you don't usually spend much."

Fan Mang took out $20,000 in cash from his pocket: "I knew you would say that."

Fan Mang has always kept some money in his space, which was "confiscated" from aliens.

20,000 US dollars may seem like a lot, but in fact it belongs to the consumption level of ordinary tourists, so it will not attract attention at all. Someone took them into the lobby and left, not much to be tipped on such a guest.

"There are too many people here, and it's not easy for us to find the target." J looked at so many tables in the hall and was a little confused, mainly because the dealers were too beautiful.

I heard that in the VIP room, there are also some Playboy models who have signed up for licensing, which must be more eye-catching.

Fan Mang turned on the alien radar, and soon found two red dots.

"Come with me, I seem to have found the target."

J followed Fan Mang without any doubt. He had seen Fan Mang's magic, and it seemed that all aliens could not escape F's eyes.

Beside a big turntable, Fan Mang and J stopped. They all had chips in their hands and squeezed to one person's side.

"Ooh~~"

There was a sudden burst of cheers around, and someone bet the big one, thirty-six times, which is too rare. And this man has won three in a row, and it looks like he is very lucky today.

The others also followed suit, and the people from Paragon have noticed this.

It's strange these days, there are always people with such good luck appearing. Yesterday was blackjack, the day before yesterday was Texas Hold'em, and today is the roulette wheel. They checked the surveillance, they were not the same person, and they didn't find any electronic devices for cheating.

What makes Paragon even more depressing is that those who won the money choose to leave directly instead of continuing to spend at Paragon, so they can't make up for their losses at all.

Fan Mang seemed to sense a slight fluctuation. When the dice walked on the big turntable, it seemed to be under control. Is that alien good at controlling things with mental power?

Fan Mang looked at the alien with stacks of chips in front of him, but he was only LV9 and could not escape from his palm. Although he doesn't like gambling, it's legal locally, and the alien has gone too far, cheating to win money, and even catching a sheep's wool. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"This time I'll buy size 13."

Seeing that the lucky star bought No. 13, others followed suit, but Fan Mang bought No. 14 next to him, and J bought No. 12, and they all put 10,000 chips on the numbers.

"Hey, you two just came here, right? Follow Roger to buy. He is a **** of gamblers. He won three in a row, and every time he bought a number." A white man next to him kindly reminded him.

"But I like number 14, 13 is unlucky." Fan Mang smiled.

"I think No. 12 is better. I live on the 12th floor." J opened his mouth to reveal his neat white teeth.

The white man next to him pouted. The two fools didn't know how to seize the chance to win. With only 10,000 chips in hand, you will lose all at once. It depends on how you play.

When the big turntable started to turn again, Fan Mang stared at the dice. When he saw that the turntable was about to stop, the dice really rolled towards number 13.

The people next to him were all ready to cheer, but the dice swayed suddenly, as if it hit something, bounced up, and landed in the 14th grid.

"BINGO!" J waved his fists beside him, making a lot of money, enough for them to spend a good time here today.

Roger looked depressed. Someone touched him just now, causing a problem with his control!

The people in the backstage breathed a sigh of relief, the lucky guy finally lost, it seems that there is no need to worry anymore. As for the other one who won, what is it? How many times can you win?

Roger had just smuggled into the earth, and found that this place is like paradise, and there is such an easy place to make money. He and his friends made a lot of money two days ago, and he was planning to find someone to buy a good weapon to protect himself, but what happened just now?

It must be an accident, once again, still betting on the upper limit!

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