The distant explosion did not affect the final game on the second floor of the tavern.

Mr. Z only has one gold coin in front of him now, but he is the most leisurely one among all four participants.

The boy with handcuffs and the girl with smoky make-up no longer had the calmness they had before, and now their eyes were more or less panicked.

But this is not because they currently have too few gold coins. In fact, compared to Mr. Z and the white middle-aged man, the handcuffed boy and the smoky makeup girl currently have the same number of gold coins, and they have already passed

half.

Everyone else watching the final game was also silent, including the bald man who looked annoyed before, but now he seems to have figured out the trick, and will whisper to the pink-faced man next to him from time to time.

The pink-faced man just listened and laughed without expressing any opinions. Perhaps in his view, the bald man's words with the benefit of hindsight no longer have much reference value, no matter how reasonable they are.

An hour after the final game started, Mr. Z picked up the second gold coin and said lightly: "The prosperity and progress of all civilizations are based on disposable labor. Therefore, since ancient times, even if the position is extremely high,

All ministers and smart people know that the roots of this society will always be in the hands of millions of ordinary people."

This sentence was very incomprehensible, but the girl with smoky makeup froze when she heard the raised hand. She looked at Mr. Z and the handcuffed boy opposite and silently withdrew her hand without taking the gold coins.

The middle-aged Caucasian man didn't take the gold coins after hearing this, and now he only had ten gold coins in front of him.

As for the boy in handcuffs, after hesitating for a long time, he pushed the gold coin in front of him forward and said, "I quit."

As he spoke, he stood up with a smile.

Mr. Z glanced at him and asked with a smile: "I heard that you have developed a lot of business in India. If you quit now, it will be difficult to maintain it with only this billion US dollars in the future."

The handcuffed boy spread his hands and raised his eyebrows and said: "I don't think that one billion US dollars is a lot of wealth. I believe that my team has the ability to maintain it. This is also the original intention of establishing it."

Mr. Z nodded: "Yes, you are one of the rare people who are willing to spend money and time on such a long-term project. You will succeed."

"Thank you, so... can I leave early now?" Handcuff said, and he took out the player ID like a magic trick.

Mr. Z nodded: "Okay, go downstairs, someone will arrange for you to return to China."

"Thank you very much." The handcuffed boy put down the player ID, then turned around and went downstairs.

Seeing this scene, the mixed-race girl and the black youth also made the same request, and Mr. Z also gave the same reply.

But for some reason, the bald man, the pink-faced man, the young Indian woman, and the black uncle did not move, as if these matters had nothing to do with them.

Mr. Z did not issue an eviction order. He glanced at the girl with smoky makeup and said, "Are you really not planning to leave now?"

The girl with smoky makeup was stunned when she heard this, then smiled coldly and said: "Quiting? Why did you quit? I am the one with the most gold coins in this round, right now, am I not?"

Mr. Z smiled, but without saying anything, the white middle-aged man spoke first: "But as long as Mr. Z and I disagree, you will die here."

The girl with smoky makeup chuckled: "You are right, as long as you are willing, you can kill me at any time, so that the winner of the final game will be determined... My fate has always been at the mercy of others,

Ah……"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and grabbed a handful of gold coins and placed them in front of her. Then she looked at Mr. Z and the middle-aged white man and said, "Okay, if you want to kill me, just be smart."

But the white middle-aged man smiled. He pushed back all the gold coins in front of him, then stood up and said, "I surrender." As he said that, he took out the player ID from his jacket pocket and put it on the table.

Mr. Z took one look at the crystal voucher and sighed: "Hey... I didn't expect you to quit early here..."

After hearing this, the white middle-aged man smiled ashamedly and said: "Mr. Z, I am old. If I were ten years younger, I would definitely try my best. But now I want to use this billion dollars to do what I really want to do."

It's something, so...I'm sorry."

Mr. Z nodded: "Okay, have a nice trip."

"Thank you." The middle-aged white man also left.

The final game suddenly turned into a battle between Mr. Z and the girl with smoky makeup.

Other bystanders also left one after another, and in the end, only the pink-faced man and the bald man were left standing.

The town outside the bar is already on fire!

Explosions and gunshots occurred one after another.

But this didn't seem to be a matter of concern to the people in the bar.

Bob stood in front of the window, his eyes cold.

COC is killing everyone in the small town and has become a bloodthirsty beast.

Looking at the gold coins in front of her, the girl with smoky makeup suddenly smiled.

Mr. Z looked at her with some confusion and said, "What's wrong? Why are you laughing suddenly?"

The girl with smoky makeup said: "I was thinking, if I had not opened the package when I received it, would I still be an escort/dating girl being visited by all kinds of stinky men every day? Would I do it?

How about some resistance, such as killing one of them for the sake of so-called dignity?"

Mr. Z was silent.

The girl with smoky makeup wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, which made her makeup look a little scary.

She continued: "I like the ID of 'Player No.

I love every minute and every second after I became a player, because at that moment, I felt like I was a god in this hopeless world! I could play with the people I tortured at will, and I could also give gifts to people like Santa Claus.

Children all over the building send Christmas presents, anyway... I can do anything... I no longer have to sell my body for a bite to eat, and I don't have to listen to those well-dressed police officers in the police station talking useless nonsense! You can

You understand me, right? Mr. Z?”

Mr. Z remained silent.

The bald man suddenly laughed when he heard this, and the laughter was full of disdain.

The girl with smoky makeup turned her head and looked at him after hearing the laughter and said: "What are you laughing at?"

The bald man lay down on the chair and said: "I'm laughing at you, you idiot! What time is it, and you are still talking about your past sufferings? Why? Do you think everyone likes to hear it?"

The girl with smoky makeup was not angry when she heard this. Instead, she looked at the bald man with some sympathy and said: "Uncle, five years ago, in the months before your mother passed away, you tried to ask everyone to help you, but no one could help you.

People are willing to stay for you for a second! Even the nurses are the same. They all have their own worries, so you can only run into the morgue alone to talk to the corpses. Because of this incident, you were detained for a period of time.

,Is it right?"

The bald man's expression changed when he heard this: "Are you investigating me?!"

The girl with smoky makeup smiled: "Don't be so surprised. I have not only investigated you, but also all the players participating in this game and their respective downlines. You are just one of them."

The bald man suddenly stood up and said: "Mr. Z, you heard me! She violated the biggest taboo by doing this! I can kill her now, right?"

Mr. Z did not express his opinion. He looked at the pink-faced man and said, "Then how much do you know about him?"

This is a question for girls with smoky makeup.

The girl with smoky makeup said: "The last inheritor of the ancient swordsmanship is also the patron saint of girls in the dark night of Osaka. His sister had such makeup on her face when she died. She was made into an ugly doll by that pervert, and then...

"

Before the girl with smoky makeup finished speaking, the knife was already placed across her neck.

The pink-faced man's eyes were sharp, and he said hoarsely: "I don't like how you expose other people's expressions. If you say one more word, I will kill you."

The girl with smoky makeup didn't care. She raised her hand and held the tip of the knife, letting the sharp blade cut her skin.

With blood dripping, the girl continued: "It would be great if I had a brother like you."

The pink-faced man's eyes flickered when he heard this. He quietly took back the long knife and sat back.

But even so, a red line was cut on the girl's neck with smoky makeup, and fine drops of blood seeped out from the wound.

She wiped it with her hand, and her neck instantly turned red.

Mr. Z sighed: "What a fast knife."

The pink-faced man said nothing. He sat back in his seat and closed his eyes.

Beads of sweat appeared on the bald man's forehead. He silently sat back in his seat and clenched his fists, seeming very unwilling to do so.

The girl with smoky makeup looked at the blood on the palm of her hand, then looked at the town that had been devoured by the fire, and then said: "Mr. Z, is it true that every 'player number O' selected is like us and not an ordinary person?

Woolen cloth?"

Mr. Z shook his head: "No, all choices are determined by the calculation program. Players with stories like you are just part of it. There are also many ordinary people who are useless from beginning to end.'o

Player No. has done something illegal and disciplinary."

The girl with smoky makeup was stunned when she heard this. Then she lowered her head and smiled bitterly: "For these one billion, I have done a lot of crazy things and indirectly killed many people. Do you think I still have it?"

Are you qualified to get the ID of 'Player No. 1'?"

Mr. Z smiled: "Since you are 'Player No. O', then all this is just a game to win for you, so why do you have to think too much?"

But the girl with smoky makeup shook her head: "No... It's not like that... This is not a game... Ever since I learned that the first person died because of me, I knew that this was not a game, this was reality, and times have changed.

,The era of algorithms is coming, and no one can escape it, including me."

"Then..." After hearing these words, Mr. Z showed some slight disappointment in his eyes. He paused and said, "Then if I hand over 'Player No. 1' to you, what are you going to do?"

When the bald man heard this, he objected directly before the girl with smoky makeup could say anything: "No, I can't give it to her! Mr. Z, my background is much cleaner than hers! All my billions of dollars came from those gamblers.

I won it here! I am more qualified than her!"

Mr. Z looked up at him and said, "But you already lost the last game."

The bald man's face heated up and he argued: "That's because I was reckless. If you give me another chance, I will definitely win!"
To be continued...