Sabo looked at the silver revolver. Only one of the six bullet slots was filled with bullets.
"You should know the rules of the game, right? You do it, I do it... Actually, I think the probability of this thing is only one-half, it will either die or live."
Lorenzo muttered vaguely, and the revolver was placed in the middle of the table, facing the playing cards placed by Sabo, as if he were fighting a single horse against thousands of troops.
"Actually, I don't need to play with you."
Sabo suddenly shook his head. This was his kingdom and he had an absolutely dominant position. Lorenzo was just a pawn and could be easily crushed to death.
"No, you have to."
It was another gun. The wooden gun body was carved with exquisite textures, and the silver part was carved with patterns, and a line of poetry was written in it.
Eve looked at the gun almost in a daze. She believed that there was not such a big space under her skirt to hide the gun. So where did Lorenzo get it?
However, Lorenzo didn't seem to intend to explain this. Dear Winchester pointed at Sabo, so close that as long as Lorenzo pulled the trigger, Sabo's head would explode into a ball of blood in front of his eyes.
"Is this what you originally thought?"
"Yes, I will find you and put a gun to your head, but this is very risky. You are the boss of Green Shark. I have no chance of getting out alive, but you don't want the industry you have been running for so long to stop, right?
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Lorenzo's eyes were cold.
"So don't let us waste time Sabo, tell me everything if I win, and I'll leave if you win."
Sabo's expression gradually turned cold. It was not fun to have someone point a gun at your head on your own territory, but after a pause, he showed that confident smile again.
"No, the chips are not enough."
"What about adding these?"
Lorenzo rested his elbows on the gambling table with extraordinary confidence.
"Did you put your hands down?"
The hands are very ordinary, with black cuffs lined with a white shirt, and the injury scars can be seen from the slightly exposed skin.
"The gambling table is full of chips."
he replied.
This time, Sabo finally looked squarely at the man in front of him. He was different from many people he had met. He was strangely like a pearl in the sand, with boiling blood under his black coat.
Without saying much, Sabo knew very well that he had to enter the game, otherwise the man in front of him would definitely pull the trigger. He would not care if he could leave alive, he would definitely do so.
"I hate people like you who are so persistent."
Picking up the revolver, Sabo stared at the man in front of him. His finger was already on the trigger. He was waiting for his reaction, but the eyes under the brass mask were calm. This reminded Sabo of the north.
The sea is always as calm as dead water, but when you touch it, the bone-chilling coldness is more terrifying than any storm.
"I have played this game many times. The essence of this game is not luck, it is just the fear of death. If you are afraid, you lose."
Sabo said and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. Cold sweat flowed down the slit of the mask. Sabo remained calm, and then placed the revolver in the center of the table.
"I know that this is a psychological war, and the winners are always those with a firm will and those lunatics who are not afraid of death."
Lorenzo took the revolver and put it to his head without any pause.
"What kind of person do you think you are? A strong-willed person, or a lunatic?" Sabo asked.
"You'll know."
When he pulled the trigger, the bullet chute was empty, and Lorenzo dropped the gun to the center again.
Two shots had been fired now, and the fatal bullets were hidden in the next four.
I don’t know when the atmosphere has become hot, and the music has become passionate, like the military music of war, pushing a heavy passion like a wave. Looking at the relief on the bullet nest, the ghosts and gods seem to have come to life.
They fought and roared with each other, and finally were reduced to ashes in the fire that filled the sky.
"You have great courage."
Sabo admired it and raised the revolver again, but this time the revolver was much heavier and he had to use all his strength to hold it. At this time, Lorenzo's voice sounded faintly.
"You know, all gamblers are desperadoes. We rely on our ruthlessness and cannot show any timidity. Once you show... or even when you have a hint of fear in your heart, you have already lost.
Just like a swordsman wielding a sword, even if he hesitates for a moment, his head will be chopped off by the enemy."
"You think I'm scared?"
Sabo felt as if he was being laughed at and said angrily. He tried to pull the trigger, but under the cold touch, no matter how hard he tried, the trigger would not move at all.
He should have no fear, but at this moment countless emotions surged into his heart. Looking across the gambling table, Lorenzo's gray-blue eyes were still cold, just like the familiar northern sea.
There was an empty bullet slot again, and Saab finally pulled the trigger. Fortunately, the bullet was not in it.
"It's your turn."
He pretended to be calm.
There are three rounds left. According to the sequence, even if there are no bullets in the next round, the last bullet in the third round will still be Lorenzo, and he will definitely die.
Slowly raising the gun, Lorenzo seemed to be aware of this problem and did not pull the trigger.
"Are you scared? It's too late for you to stop now. I will take away your hands, but you are still alive."
Sabo advised, as he said at the beginning, this is a psychological war. As long as he breaks the enemy's heart, he will lose. He has already thought of Lorenzo giving up his dignity and begging for mercy. His other hand
He also held his hand under the table and held the gun tightly.
Desperadoes are always crazy, and Sabo had to prevent Lorenzo from finally refusing to fulfill his bet and opening fire instead.
Eve's face turned pale at the side, and she held Lorenzo's hand, hoping that this guy would stop this crazy move. If he continued, the probability of death would increase infinitely. She knew very well that the so-called one-half was just bullshit.
"Are you crazy?"
Lorenzo turned his head and looked at her. The girl was really beautiful. She was worthy of being the princess of Phoenix. Even the mask could not hide her brilliance. This reminded Lorenzo of taking a steam tram to the edge of the city, where
It's an empty green field and blue sky, with no steam towers and no dark clouds. It's as beautiful as heaven and soothing. The same goes for the girl in front of me.
"Today is my lucky day. It is like this today and it will be like this after tonight."
As he spoke, he didn't beg for mercy as he expected. Lorenzo's face was filled with crazy excitement at some point. Even through the mask, the ferocious feeling of frenzy could be felt. It was the look of a gambler, completely insane.
After pinching the girl's fair cheek hard, Lorenzo looked at Sabo in front of him.
"You've already lost."
"I lost?"
Sabo thought that Lorenzo would name Shrike to plead for mercy, but he didn't expect that he would say such a thing?
"Yes. This is psychological warfare, you said it. But when you try to shake my mind, does it mean that you are no longer sure that you can win?"
Lorenzo said and pulled the trigger. The bullet chamber was empty.
It's a weird feeling. Gamblers can't admit defeat, and they can't even have thoughts. When you admit defeat, it's the day of death.
Sabo suddenly felt a chill of surprise. This man had made all preparations since he arrived here. He was a man of pure will who would do anything to achieve his goals.
"Saab, I win."
He declared victory and pulled the trigger again. The bullet chamber violently rotated forward. The complex machinery interlocked with each other and produced weak sparks, but in the end there was nothing. The dead bullet still stayed in the bullet groove.
Lady luck did not give up on him.
This was a fatal situation, but Lorenzo seemed to know where the bullet was, crossing the two empty slots, leaving the final death to Sabo.
Last chance, it was loaded with bullets and the gun was pointed at Sabo.
There was cold sweat dripping under the bull's mask. This damn game was under this person's control from beginning to end. This was the reason why he chose this game. A person with a strong will could not win at all. No one thought about it.
By continuously pulling the trigger, the madman may be the final winner of this game.
"Keep your bet, Sabo."
With the gun pointed at him, Lorenzo didn't even shed a sweat. For this man, this edge of death was something he had become accustomed to.
"Aren't you afraid that I will regret it?"
Sabo said coldly.
"As long as you are willing to give up your dignity, you can naturally regret it."
This is the price, dignity that varies from person to person. For some people, they can die for it, but for some people, it never exists at all.
Sabo is a Viking. Even with the development of science and technology today, they still have nostalgia for their old beliefs. Abandoning their dignity will only make him permanently excluded from the Hall of Valor.
Their eyes met each other, like swordsmen holding the hilt of their swords. They met on a narrow road, and only one of them could leave alive.
Eve looked at the bull's mask, and big drops of sweat dripped from the edge of the mask, like blood, staining the tablecloth darkly. This was really a very difficult decision. Dignity still told Lorenzo everything.
"Damn it!"
Sabo cursed angrily and pulled out the gun under the table, but Lorenzo was faster than him. The silver death knell was already set on his head in the next second, but he was still hesitant. Once he pulled the trigger, he would not get any information.
, he would still die here, but at this moment a faster sword passed by.
It was an arm in the air, holding a pistol that had not yet fired. Blood spattered and stained the entire table red. Sabo cut off his throat before he could even scream.
He died without making a sound from the beginning to the end. He was killed by the sword that appeared like a ghost. He rested weakly on the edge of the table and finally fell. Then a man took his place and sat on the Luo River.
Opposite Renzo, the blood-stained stabbing sword was gently placed on the table. The edge of the sword cracked. It was unknown how many people had been killed.
"Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, nice to meet you."
The man's face seemed to have been squashed and distorted, and it was deformed. With a charming smile, he picked up the mask from the corpse and put it on his face.
The bull's mask was stained red with blood, and the scarlet blood spread along the carved texture. Soaked by the blood, the mask seemed to come alive, and it seemed that there was a man-eating demon hiding behind the mask.
"Well...nice to meet you, Mr. Sabo."
Lorenzo was stunned for a moment, then the smile on his face became brighter and he said.
The air seemed to freeze, weighing on my heart like a lead cloud.