The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge

1671. Breach

"Hey, buddy." James Bond patted Thomas Wicken's face, waking him up from his drowsy sleep.

"Ah...you! You..." Thomas Weeken woke up suddenly, and after seeing the person clearly, he pleaded again, "Please let me go...I just want to make a little money...I should say I've said it all...I don't know anything else!"

"Hehe, small money?" James Bond sneered, "You can make money that can buy at least one high-end frigate just by changing hands. If this is considered small money, then how can we who are paid ah."

"My lord...My lord...I'm willing to give you all the money! It's a lot! Just please let me go..." Thomas was still begging for mercy.

"Did you know? The Dawn galaxy is very busy right now, and this utility room is filled with maintenance equipment for holographic game consoles. But according to my observations, the people who work here are busy with work all day, and most of the rest time is mixed with drinking Inside, they get drunk and rest, and then wake up the next day with busy work. They don't have time for too much entertainment, and no one will smash the game console. So, here is basically Kuat Power What a good tool the shipyard was established to promote its employee benefits." James Bond said with a smile.

Thomas Weeken nodded blankly.

"Look... Kuat Power Dockyard will definitely publicize that we even prepare game consoles for employees! But in reality? The work pressure is very heavy, and there is a lot of overtime all day long. Who has the energy to play games? ?” James Bond continued, “So, I just need to leave you here, and your only result is to slowly starve to death. This feeling, believe me, is not very good... because you may Spend at least a week under the torment of hunger. Don't worry, I will at least give you water."

Torras began to shake his head violently again, "No... I'll tell you whatever you want! I'll take you out right away, please let me go!"

James Bond took out a tube of nutritional supplements from his pocket, shook it, and said, "This one tastes like binto fruit. In fact, I have tried a lot of flavors, and I still think the taste of binto fruit is the most comfortable. It has a slight taste. It's sweet, but after swallowing, it has a refreshing sour taste, and aftertaste in the throat, it's sweet again..."

Thomas swallowed hard. He hadn't eaten for most of the day.

James Bond immediately put away the nutritional supplements, "Look, it's only less than a day. There are still nine days before you are really starved to death..."

Thomas struggled violently, "Please give me something to eat, I will tell you anything you want! Whatever you want!"

James Bond's face suddenly turned cold, "Tell me the coordinates of this galaxy!"

Thomas Wicken was stunned for a moment, then said with a mournful face, "I don't know..."

James Bond stood up and said, "Then I'll come back at this time tomorrow, maybe one more day, your memory will be clearer."

As he spoke, he walked out without any hesitation at all.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! I know where the coordinates are!" Thomas said loudly.

James Bond turned his head and said coldly: "You only have 5 seconds, otherwise, see you tomorrow."

"Navigator Bourne! He knows the coordinates! And I know how to get him to tell you!" Thomas said.

"Let's go ahead." James Bond came to squat in front of Thomas.

"Bourne! This guy is a navigator! He's navigating one of the transport lines! And he likes to gamble! Very much!" Thomas said.

"So he owes you money?"

"No... I owe him more than 8,000 credits..."

James Bond looked cold, stood up and left again.

"Wait a minute! Bourne is a hot-tempered man. If you can make him lose to the top, he will dare to put anything on the gambling table! And I owe him money, you just go to him and tell him to help me pay back the money , he will definitely not reject you!" Thomas said hastily.

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of James Bond's mouth, and then he dropped a bottle of water, "Drink, this is your food for today. If you want to solve the problem, you can also solve it in the bottle."

"No... I want to eat! I want nutritional supplements!" Thomas was alone, almost crying now.

"Of course, you won't be eligible to eat until I get in touch with Bourne." James Bond sneered and walked out.

...

"Looks like I won again." James Bond put down the cards in his hand with a smile, "Plus 23! Haha! Take it all!!"

"Bastard!!" A curly-haired middle-aged man who looked a bit blessed smashed the machine in his hand on the table in great annoyance. But he was still very unwilling to grab a handful of money and throw it into a triangular jar in the center of the table.

James Bond waited for the other three people on the table to throw money into it before he leaned over to take the jar, poured all the money in it in front of him, and counted while showing a smug expression.

They played a card game called Sabacc, which is similar to a complicated version of blackjack. The ultimate goal of the game is to get the points in your hand to the closest to 23 points. Both positive and negative numbers are acceptable. Whoever is closest wins. This is considered a small game.

The losers of each small hand then drop money into the 'Sabak Pot' in the middle of the table.

When someone completes a special combination, or directly reaches 23 points, this person eats all the money in the sabac jar, and then this is the end of a big game (the rules are very complicated anyway, so I won’t say more).

In the original plot, Han Solo used this card to win the Millennium Falcon from Lando Calrissian.

James Bond counted, and he won a total of more than 40,000 credits today, which can be regarded as a huge sum of money.

It was already the third day that he contacted Bourne, Thomas Weeken did not lie, he really approached Bourne under the pretext of paying back the money. And as luck would have it, Bourne happened to be at the table at the time. So James Bond made a few bets with him as a matter of course.

For top agents like James Bond, their mastery of micro-expressions and even psychology, as well as the calculation of the game situation, make them the top players, and it is easy to beat these skilled workers.

To put it bluntly, these people are people who have been busy all day during the day, and come to drink some wine at night to gamble and go home to sleep. There will be no such thing as a game, and James Bond is naturally invincible.

So for the next two days, James Bond went out to check the situation during the day, and came to gamble with Bourne at night. He let Bourne win first and then lose, and the last one took all, almost emptying all his pockets.

"Okay, okay, I still have more than a dozen machines to overhaul tomorrow, so I'm going home to sleep." James Bond waved his hand and walked outside.

"One more round!!" Bourne roared loudly from behind.

"No, no, I'm too tired, go home." James Bond shook his head and continued to walk out.

"I bet on my spaceship!!" Bourne said loudly, "The game will be won! It won't waste too much time!"

James Bond finally stopped and turned around and asked, "What is your spaceship?"

"A DC-9 cargo ship! It's not a good cargo, but it's enough to win all your money back!" Bourne said loudly.

"Oh? Looks like you're sure you've won?" James Bond sneered, walked back and opened the stool to sit on the poker table again.

No one could see that the moment he pulled the stool away, he changed a card without a trace.

"Then, just the two of us." James Bond said, he took out the money he had just won from his arms again, shook it, looked at Bourne's red eyes, and threw all the money into it. into the sabaco jar in the middle of the table.

Bourne also took out a launcher for the spaceship, hesitated for a moment, and threw it into the jar as well.