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This is a small room with a low table in the center. There are three single sofas beside the low table, with Fang Lang and Pister sitting on the two adjacent ones.
The final game will be played here.
On the low table, the agreed 50 million had been put aside early. As if to tempt Fang Lang to play this game, the box containing the money was opened towards him.
Stacks of large banknotes, totaling fifty bundles.
"Can you tell me? What are you playing this time?" Fang Lang said lightly.
After silently taking a puff of his cigar, Pister snorted and whispered to the men beside him: "Go and get rid of those corpses."
After a pause, he smiled and said to Fang Lang: "Since you are so anxious, let's get started. Come in."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and after a moment, a bald man with shackled hands walked in.
Fang Lang glanced at the other person unexpectedly. There was a deep scar on the man's face, which looked like a knife wound. The wound had scabbed over and looked very ferocious.
As soon as he entered the door, he stared at Fang Lang with a ferocious smile, and then sat on the sofa opposite.
¡°Boss, is he the opponent this time?¡± He asked Pister with a smile.
"His name is Long Aotian. It's a funny name, right?" Pister had a mocking expression on his face.
Fang Lang also laughed at this, "It's indeed a funny name."
"Tch." Pister frowned. It was like punching cotton, with no energy at all.
"Why don't you tell me what the game is first? Why don't you tell me how to start? My time is precious and I don't have the time to waste it in a place like this."
"Okay, since you are so eager to seek death, let me first introduce the game you are going to play next." Pist snorted coldly, took a revolver from the man behind him, and said, "The name of the game is ' Death Wheel', the tool is this wheel gun."
Hearing this, Fang Lang stared at the pistol on the table for a few times. Its shape was the same as the revolver he knew. He could probably guess what game he was about to face.
"The gameplay is very simple. Put a bullet into the magazine of a revolver with six bullet holes, and then rotate the magazine randomly. The two of you pick up the gun and shoot yourself in the temple." said Yi Yian. Then, Pister laughed cruelly, "If no bullets are fired, hand the pistol to the other party, and the other party will shoot again. Until one of you two is killed. Of course, I am a kind-hearted person." People, so there are additional rules of the game.¡±
After a pause, he continued: "Each of you has the right to choose not to shoot once. Once you use this power, you can directly hand the gun to the other party. Long Aotian, in the end you are alive, the 50 million on the table You can take it away. How about it, am I very kind? Hahahaha!"
This is a death game with a 50% survival rate.
This is the most popular game in dark casinos to execute offenders.
When he said these words, Pister felt that most of the pent-up anger in his heart was released at once. In his eyes, Fang Lang was already half dead.
"HahaPit, you disappoint me so much." Fang Lang also laughed.
¡°You, what do you want to do!?¡±
Fang Lang quickly picked up the pistol and bullets on the table, loaded the bullets into the magazine, then suddenly turned the magazine and was about to shoot.
However, the moment he took action, the men behind Pister had already pointed their guns at Fang Lang's head.
"Don't be nervous, I won't do anything." Fang Lang chuckled, and then said calmly, "The third shot."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger against the floor and shot three times in a row.
Empty gun.
Empty gun.
boom!
Sure enough, as he said, a real bullet appeared in the third shot.
This shocked everyone present, especially the shackled bald man opposite, who had a look of panic on his face.
Fang Lang secretly paid attention to this man's expression.
"Pit, your game is too boring for me. I can definitely know in advance at which shot the real bullets will appear." Fang Lang looked disdainful, stared at the bald man and said, "You are so pathetic. , you want to play this game with me where you are bound to die."
"Hmph, stop talking nonsense. It was just a coincidence. Do you think you can scare me like this? That's a big mistake!" The bald man laughed wildly and said.
"Oh? Can you guess it too?"Will there be real bullets in the next few shots? Fang Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Or do you want to use your only right to 'not shoot' to give me the real ammunition?" But don¡¯t forget, I also have this power. "
The bald man sneered and did not answer the question.
Fang Lang understood in an instant.
"In that case, what the hell, can we start?"
"Ahoh oh, let's start!" The fat man wiped his cold sweat a little guilty. Fang Lang's behavior before had really scared him.
"I didn't expect that someone could predict in advance which shot the real bullet would be fired from. This was definitely a coincidence. Some mechanism or method he didn't know must have been used! Absolutely!
"You come first, or I come first." Fang Lang loaded another bullet and then said to the bald man.
"You go first." The other party seemed to have some secret to victory and replied very humbly.
"Then I won't be polite."
Fang Lang shrugged, turned the magazine, and said silently in his mind: physical acceleration.
After three seconds passed, the magazine stopped.
The real bullet is in the fifth shot!
With superhuman consciousness, Fang Lang read the location of the real bullet in advance.
"The first shot was a blank." With a chuckle, Fang Lang pointed the muzzle of the gun at his temple and immediately pulled the trigger without any hesitation.
Snapped.
Empty gun.
"Hmph, don't be arrogant!" The bald man sneered, took the revolver, and without hesitation, pointed the muzzle at his temple and pulled the trigger¡ª¡ª
Suddenly, Fang Lang said: "Don't you use the right not to shoot? There is a one-fifth chance that you will die."
"Huh, no need!"
Snapped.
Empty gun.
The bald man looked at Fang Lang with contempt and said, "'Don't shoot'? This kind of power is just a coward's behavior. Whoever uses it first is a coward!"
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If this continues, Fang Lang will really become a coward.
The third shot was him, and the fifth shot was also him.
but.
"It's the third shot. Do I want to use my power?" Fang Lang said calmly. For a moment, everyone present was in a trance.
¡°Then, I saw Fang Lang pulling the trigger against his temple.
Snapped.
Empty gun.
"Alala, you're lucky, you're not dead. Haha." Fang Lang laughed brightly, "You have a one-third chance of getting shot in the head. Do you really not need it? I won't look down on you, face. Death is equal to all men."
"Stop talking nonsense!" The bald man seemed a little nervous. He took the revolver and hesitated for nearly half a minute before pointing it at his temple and pulling the trigger.
Snapped.
Still empty gun.
The bald man smiled, looked at Fang Lang as if he were a dead man, and said mockingly: "Boy, go to hell."
"The fifth shot" Fang Lang shook his head, took the revolver, and sighed: "Are we really going to die here? There is a 50% chance that I will die, and a 50% chance that you will die." Before I die, I ask you a question."
"Okay. But it's useless to beg for mercy!"
"Are you a pirate?"
"Huh?" The bald man was stunned for a moment, and then replied in a low voice: "I used to be a pirate, but I don't do it anymore. Only fools would do that kind of career with no future! The era of pirates dreaming is over. Yes! I came to this island voluntarily and was baptized. As long as you die, I will meet the conditions and can get rid of my identity as a pirate and be officially accepted as a resident of the island! Tomorrow is The beginning of my new life, Albert!!¡±
It turns out that this man¡¯s name is Albert.
"Were you a pirate before" Fang Lang closed his eyes and sat back on the sofa without moving.
Pister, who was watching the show on the side, showed a proud smile. It was his honor to die in the game he carefully prepared.
"What are you waiting for? Shoot quickly! Or do you want to use the power of 'not shooting'?" he urged from the side.
Fang Lang opened his eyes and ignored the fat man. He looked directly at Albert opposite and slowly raised the revolver.
"The age of pirates dreaming is over? You haven't woken up yet! The age of pirates has just begun!!!"
As he spoke, Fang Lang pulled the trigger.
Snapped.
Empty gun! ! !
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