Legend has it that this cruel suicide 'game' originated in Russia in the 19th century. Prison guards forced prisoners to play it as gambling. ※% also said that it originated from a duel method. Others said that it was used among desperadoes. A contest of courage.
But no matter what you say, you can't hide the cruelty of this game.
"Everyone, let's start placing bets now!"
Under the greeting of the on-site gambling organizer, the eager gamblers outside the bulletproof space took out their chips one after another. Then in less than ten minutes, the number of chips accumulated on the gambling table exceeded 2,000. Ten thousand dollars! It can be seen how much people love this cruel game.
"Okay, the second round of Russian Roulette begins!"
After seeing that enough gambling money had been received, the organizer gave the order to start the game. As the bronze bell next to it rang, the two Indians trapped on the high platform by the bulletproof glass immediately turned pale and their bodies became slightly... Tremble.
That kind of extremely scared look, you can see it very clearly without guessing.
But their fear could not win the sympathy of almost everyone present. Because except for the two of them, almost all the people watching only cared about the winning or losing of their bet, and did not care at all whether there was killing.
In other words, killing is also a kind of fun for them.
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Next, I saw the strong Indian man who had taken the revolver in. With a cruel smile on his face, he took out two dice and placed them in front of the two of them.
"The one with the most points starts first!"
The cold and cruel voice was clearly transmitted to the outside along the circuit installed inside the bulletproof glass space, causing the adrenaline hormones of the gamblers around to rise suddenly. They all stretched their necks, widened their eyes, and were eager. Then that bloody scene appeared.
Under the coercion of the strong Indian man holding a gun, the two slightly thin Indian men, with obvious expressions of fear on their faces, reluctantly picked up the dice on the table. After seemingly praying to gods and Buddhas, they shook them each stand up.
After about four or five seconds, the result was revealed!
Standing to the left of the strong Indian man, the Indian man with a thin face and high cheekbones only got three points, while his opponent, the Indian man with a scar on his forehead, got six points!
Comparing the two, everyone's attention was focused on the face of the Indian man with high cheekbones. Faced with this result, the Indian man's face instantly turned pale, and his expression was full of despair.
"Hurry up! You're going to have to leave sooner or later!"
Under the threat of the strong Indian man holding a gun next to him, the Indian man with tall cheekbones raised his right hand tremblingly, picked up the revolver placed in the center of the table, and then pointed it tremblingly at his temple.
After hesitating and struggling for nearly a minute, under the intimidation of the strong man with a gun next to him, he closed his eyes in despair and clicked with his right index finger!
"Click...!"
A crisp sound was heard outside through the loudspeaker.
"Damn, this guy is so lucky!"
"Boy, I knew you could do it, come on!"...
Because of the different bets, people outside the venue are now consciously divided into two groups.
"Very good!"
No matter what the people outside the court said, the Indian man with tall cheekbones opened his eyes and after realizing the fact that he was still alive, his face showed the ecstasy of surviving the disaster as expected.
Corresponding to his joy, the face of the Indian man with a scar on his forehead who was sitting opposite him suddenly turned pale, and his expression was just like that of his opponent before.
Joy and despair switch between two different people in less than ten seconds. The speed and the realism of their expressions are enough to surpass any movie-level actor in the world.
Liu Dong outside looked at all this, as if he was watching a Broadway musical! Ridiculous yet so real!
The Indian man with high cheekbones had a very limited time to be happy. About ten seconds later, the scarred man who also escaped death like him took over the joy on his face.
In a suicidal game like Russian Roulette, the pressure is always greater the further you go. Because every time he pulls the trigger, his chance of survival decreases by one-sixth!
This feeling of gradually approaching death is enough to drive anyone with average mental qualities crazy.
Just like now, when the man with high cheekbones pointed the gun at his temple tremblingly again, his face was pale and without any blood, and even his whole body was trembling. He no longer had the courage to pull the trigger again.
.
"No, no, I don't want to die! Please, I really don't want to die, let me go, give me some time, I will pay back the money I owe you, I will definitely pay it back!"
The Indian man with tall cheekbones dropped his gun in fear, looked at the strong man holding the gun and the host of the gambling game outside the venue, and began to plead sadly.
The sound was like the cry of a beast before its death, but it was destined not to attract the slightest sympathy.
"Now I give you one last chance, do you still dare to shoot?" the strong man with the gun said coldly.
"No, I don't want to open it again! I don't want to die!"
The Indian man with high cheekbones waved his hands repeatedly, even if the shouting and cursing outside the stadium was enough to knock the roof off, it could not change the truest decision in his heart.
He was really scared!
"Then go die!"
The strong Indian man quickly pulled out the M9 pistol inserted in his waist, aimed at the opponent, and pulled the trigger with a bang.
In an instant, a blood hole as big as a small finger appeared between the eyebrows of the Indian man with high cheekbones, leaving a look of fear, fear, anxiety and pleading on his face forever fixed at this moment!
"boom!"
As the body was lowered to the bottom, blood gurgled out along the skin, and the Russian roulette suicide game finally came to a standstill at this moment.
"call!"
Seeing this, Liu Dong also let out a long breath.
Looking at everything in front of him, he felt a little complicated. He considered himself not a good person, and hundreds of people had died at his hands in the past five years, but he really didn't like everything in front of him.
But even if Liu Dong doesn't like it, he doesn't intend to interfere. Every place has its own rules, and from what Karina said, those who are forced to participate in Russian roulette are not good people.
Rapists, murderers and other criminals, as well as gamblers who owe huge debts to casinos, all have their own ways to die.
These people don't deserve mercy!
And Liu Dong simply couldn't stand this kind of game that involves suicide.
So cowardly!
As a man, even if you are afraid of death, you should end your life by fighting or realizing some kind of strong desire (such as to live a better life for yourself) instead of leaving everything to luck.
"Let's go to the next place!"
"Sir, why don't we go up? You don't seem to like the gambling methods here!" Karina said in a timely manner.
"Whoever said that, I like that one very much!"
Following the direction of Liu Dong's finger, Karina saw the last high platform surrounded by people not far away, where two majestic black men were fighting to the death!
"Black*market boxing!" Karina said in surprise.
"That's right!"
Liu Dong's eyes showed a hint of passion.
As a warrior and a strong man, he can't stand the purely suicidal tactic of Russian roulette, but he has a soft spot for black boxing that kills people in battle.
Looking at Liu Dong striding over, Karina frowned and looked at his back and shook her head gently. Originally, he thought Liu Dong had a weak mentality and did not want to see death, but then he thought that this guy actually punched the underworld.
So fanatical.
"They are both bloody games. I really don't know what the difference is!"
After muttering something, Karina quickly followed.
"Warren, go ahead and kill him!"
"Delson, kick him in the balls, gouge out his eyes, bite out his throat!"
"Warren, I'm betting two million on you, you damn guy must win!"
Before Liu Dong walked in, many mixed shouts had already penetrated into his ears. Moreover, to Liu Dong's surprise, he actually heard a familiar voice among them, and soon
Soon he followed the direction of the sound and saw the bloated black man who had come with him in the car earlier.
Of course, now he seems to have lost the humor he had in the Buick business car before. His ferocious look is more like a crazy beast.
Because he could no longer place bets, Liu Dong stood aside quietly, admiring the most primitive, bloody, and cruel fight on the high platform!
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Black market fighting means that you can use your body parts and any means you can think of to attack and kill the enemy.
It does not have as many rules and restrictions as ordinary fighting games, so black market fighting is destined to be cruel.
At this moment, two strong black men with an average height of about 1.9 meters each had clearly visible bruises on their bodies.
The red blood mixed with sweat drops formed a series of tragic marks all over the two people's bodies, rendering them bloody colors!
The bloody footprints and messy blood drops on the floor of the high platform added to the tragic atmosphere of this fight.
But at this moment, the people who are more concerned about the outcome of this fight and the gains and losses of their own interests, no one cares about these, not even Liu Dong.
What's more important for him is to analyze who of the two can win the final victory.
"The guy with the bald head is going to win!" Liu Dong suddenly said.
"how do you know……!"
As soon as Karina finished speaking, she saw the bald black man Liu Dong was talking about suddenly took two steps forward and kicked the waist of the black man with short hair opposite him with a lightning-like heavy leg.