Marvel Comics: The Sentinel(Sentry) Chapter 60: Casino Encounter

Dr. Connors stared blankly at the docuntary playing on screen, providing evidence that Tony Stark was indeed a genius. Weren't they supposed to attend this awards banquet together? Where had Sean and Harry disappeared to?

The middle-aged scientist sat restlessly in the audience, his mind filled with three age-old philosophical questions, as enthusiastic applause erupted in the venue. Colonel Rhodes, the military representative, took the stage to speak:

"As Stark Industries' military liaison, I've had the privilege of working with such a true patriot, my ntor and friend. Ladies and gentlen, it's my honor to present this year's highest award to Mr. Tony Stark!"

As his words concluded, upbeat music began playing at just the right mont, followed by another round of thunderous applause. Guests below the stage looked around eagerly, searching for this scientific genius.

Colonel Rhodes held the trophy and called out several tis, but Tony Stark failed to appear. It wasn't until he noticed Obadiah shaking his head from his seat that he seed to understand sothing, his face revealing a helpless expression.

Obadiah Stane, CEO of Stark Industries, quickly stood up and rushed to the stage to salvage the situation. Cleaning up after Tony's willful behavior was practically routine for him.

People often only saw the brilliant halo surrounding Stark the genius, rarely noticing whose hard work had maintained Stark Industries' glorious position through two generations.

Dr. Connors sipped his champagne, thinking how unreliable young people were these days... disappearing at the drop of a hat, even the banquet's guest of honor Tony Stark was no exception...

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After parting ways with Harry, Sean arrived at the casino on the sixteenth floor.

Rubbing his itchy nose, he muttered to himself: "It feels like I forgot sothing important... Oh right, where's Dr. Connors? A man his age still running around everywhere, really..."

Holding a complintary drink in hand, Sean aimlessly wandered through the casino, soaking in the lively atmosphere. The cacophony of sounds rose and fell like ocean waves, continuous and unending.

Every year, countless people flocked to Las Vegas from around the world just to experience the enchanting charm of this global gambling capital.

So lost everything they owned here and left with nothing, while others seized opportunities and beca overnight millionaires. As people said, this was a miracle city where angels and demons coexisted.

Sean idly played with several colorful chips in his hand. Occasionally when interest struck him, he would stop to play a few hands. Just as Harry had said, Las Vegas was a wonderful paradise that could make people forget all their troubles... provided your pockets contained enough chips or cash of course, only then could you qualify to be this city's god.

After winning several consecutive rounds of blackjack, the chips before Sean had piled up like a small mountain. He couldn't help but secretly wonder if he kept winning, would the casino staff take him to so back room...

"These are all yours." Smiling at the voluptuous female dealer, Sean picked out a few chips before preparing to leave.

"Man, you're really generous." A mustachioed man wearing a burgundy shirt spoke up.

He had just lost several consecutive hands and was currently seeking comfort from two tall, beautiful won.

"A little gambling tip, when you're on a lucky streak, learn to share." Sean turned and leaned against the gaming table, "I feel like tonight, I might have caught hold of Lady Luck's skirt."

The mustachioed man raised an eyebrow, seemingly unwilling to admit defeat. Taking off his sunglasses, he said:

"How about we try roulette and see who Lady Luck truly favors tonight..."

"...When it cos to attracting won, I've never lost to anyone!" He added with full confidence...

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Half an hour later, the mustachioed man wore an expression of utter disbelief, to the point where the two beautiful won beside him couldn't attract even a shred of his attention:

"You've won thirteen straight tis? According to mathematical probability, that's nearly impossible!"

"No, counting that last round, it's fourteen." Sean calmly corrected, "It seems Lady Luck prefers my type tonight."

The mustachioed man's face flushed with embarrassnt. His earlier confident declaration had ended up slapping himself in the face, which made him feel sowhat humiliated.

As for how much money he'd lost, he couldn't care less... if he wanted, he could probably buy this entire hotel.

"Alright, I have to admit, tonight all of Las Vegas's good luck seems to have gathered around you."

The mustachioed man buried his face in his female companion's ample bosom, took several deep breaths, then rallied himself.

Turning to his bodyguard behind him, he said, "Happy, get so higher denomination chips."

"You still want to continue? I already have more chips than I know what to do with." Sean shrugged.

The mountain of chips piled before him drew jealous or resentful glances from surrounding gamblers, giving rise to an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

"You could give them all to the dealer like you just did." The mustachioed man chuckled.

Seeing the burly male dealer looking at him with hopeful eyes, Sean couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine and flatly rejected the suggestion: "Too bad not every dealer has a pair of legs that makes it hard to look away."

The mustachioed man gave Sean a knowing look between n of similar tastes, and were just about to start exchanging insights about female figures when a black man in a crisp military uniform pushed through the crowd, his face wearing an expression of mock interrogation.

"Who was it that told he'd be deeply honored if I presented his award?" The colonel demanded.

"Of course! Having the capable young Colonel Rhodes present my award would be an honor– hmm, has the awards ceremony started? I can't wait to go on stage and accept it!"

The mustachioed man's acting skills at this mont were worthy of an Oscar, but unfortunately his good friend Colonel Rhodes wasn't buying it, he directly thrust the trophy in front of him: "Here, I brought it to you already."

"Wow, that's really efficient. You're too thoughtful."

The mustachioed man tried hard to appear moved, but the arm gradually snaking around his female companion's slender waist betrayed his true thoughts.

"How about one last round?" The mustachioed man asked unwillingly.

At the very least he had to win once. He refused to believe Lady Luck truly favored this young guy so much.

Sean smiled faintly, "You've lost enough tonight, Mr. Stark."

He had long recognized this sowhat dissolute mustachioed man as the famous Tony Stark.

"He's right Tony. You have an important trip tomorrow, you can't be late." Colonel Rhodes knew his friend's habits well.

If this continued, there was no way Tony would appear on ti for tomorrow's flight.

Flicking a chip from his fingers, Sean said with aningful undertones: "Have a safe journey Mr. Stark..."

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