From star abyss

boom!

The door of the tavern was kicked open, and the numb man didn't even bother to look up to see the new guests. They keep pouring themselves alcohol, trying to numb their chrome nerves with alcohol, so that they can at least be further away from this fucking reality.

The bartender raised his rough electronic eyes and glanced at the 'garbage guy' who was carrying a homemade firearm and had chains wrapped around his arms. The latter came to the bar with his female companion. He dropped a fluorescent bottle cap and said skillfully:

"Put vodka in a bullet glass, add ice, and mix it with coke. Give this lady a glass of hot water."

“It’s a shame we don’t have that great wine.”

The bartender shrugged and gave Li Aozi a glass of warm beer and a glass of hot water:

"You know David, I dare say that you have the best taste among all the trash guys. This is what I asked you to do."

Qiu Ran looked at the white scale floating at the bottom of the wooden cup and hesitated for a moment. The environment here made her hesitate about the source of the water quality.

"Thanks, man."

Li Aozi picked up the wine glass, but was not in a hurry to drink. Through his mask, he glanced at the old man adjusting the revolver beside him, stared at the silver-gray revolver in his hand, and asked:

"Best Life Vic - was it produced in 1999?"

"Hyberon Ordnance Factory."

The old man was unshaven and looked decadent. He said casually:

"Trash guys like you guys shouldn't be interested in gadgets that are less than thirty years old, right?"

"With the exception of weapons, only fire and Kalashnikov can bring a little warmth to people in this cold era."

Li Ozi smiled faintly:

"The Zhengxu Democratic Republic is the most peaceful existence among the four countries, but the weapons produced by its Hyperion Ordnance Factory kill nearly 200 million people every year. This is the best advertisement."

Snap.

The old man opened the magazine and filled it with a bullet. He raised his head and stared at Li Ozi with his bright yellow eyes. There were more wrinkles on his face than the lines on the floor. Only these eyes seemed to penetrate time and space, bright and clear. There is a spirit, reflecting Li Ozi's face.

"I'll give you a piece of advice," the old man said: "Enjoy life to the fullest, you don't have much time left."

As soon as he said these words, the atmosphere in the entire bar immediately solidified.

"Did old Dimitri have a stupid chip implanted in his brain?"

Someone muttered:

"That's a trash guy. In the blink of an eye, Robben, Yuri and Zhao Ming were all dead. Does he think he has lived long enough?"

"Shh, don't say anything. Old Dimitri will curse. Those who he said have only a short time to live have already..."

"Ahem, um, let's keep drinking."

Li Ozi twirled the glass and looked at the old man named Dimitri through the dark yellow beer.

This is an indispensable part for him to complete the Blood Demon Flow, and Li Aozi can guarantee that during the entire early stage of frost plating, only this old man can make jewelry equipment.

For jewelry equipment, if you give up equipping weapons, you can theoretically equip up to 14 pieces, even more if you include totem tattoos and the like.

This type of equipment has no equipment threshold, and there will be no shortage of attributes that will lead to the inability to use all attributes. It is very suitable for professions with low attributes such as [Mutants].

Because the [Charm] attribute is high enough, plus I understand some plots. He directly skipped the cumbersome authentication and chat process and immediately entered the task triggering stage.

If it were anyone else, you would have spent at least two days here, first to find out the origin of the weapon, and then to keep chatting with the old man, before Dimitri would remind you that your lifespan is short.

Now, there's just one thing to do.

"Can you see through my short lifespan?"

Li Ozi asked calmly.

"My personal ability, for me, it's a curse as well."

Old Dimitri picked up the revolver, quickly rotated the revolver magazine, and after a clattering sound, pushed the revolver in front of Li Ozi:

"Death is not terrible, but it would be a pity not to be able to witness it."

"What is this going to do?" Qiu Ran asked confused.

"Lucia Roulette, you have also seen that there is only one bullet in this gun. Every time the trigger of the revolver is pulled, if it encounters an empty position, it will rotate the magazine until the last bullet is fired."

Old Dimitri stared at Li Ozi:

"If you have the awareness to transcend death, I will guarantee that you will be able to see the most beautiful scroll - it was written and painted by Benihu, the goddess of death herself."

"Wait a minute! Do you mean to let him use this gun to fire on himself?"

Qiu Ran anxiously pulled Li Aozi's arm:

"You, don't be stupid, this is too dangerous."

"rest assured."

Li Ozi patted the other party's shoulder and said gently:

"I am a person who loves life."

The next moment, he picked up the revolver on the table, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Snapped!

"Ah!" Qiu Ran closed her eyes and screamed.

The bullet was not fired and was empty.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Li Ozi took off his mask and hood, revealing a pale face. He raised the revolver, pressed it tightly against his temple, and smiled slightly:

"This will be open and transparent."

With that said, he pulled the trigger again.

Snapped!

The bullet still didn't fire.

"Hey, that's it, don't continue..." Qiu Ran's voice was trembling.

Everyone in the bar was watching this rare scene. A trash guy, so young and promising, with extraordinary fighting power, could still face roulette so calmly, which made people respect him. .

"Don't worry."

Li Ozi smiled and pulled the trigger again.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound of the firing pin hitting the air, and another empty gun.

After three consecutive empty shots, the revolver only had 6 bullets in total, which meant that the probability that the next shot would be a bullet increased to one-third.

"Don't try again, it's too dangerous."

Qiu Ran was about to cry:

"If you were in front of me and I watched you die without doing anything to stop it, I would blame myself for the rest of my life."

"No one can control my life except myself."

Li Ozi calmly pulled the trigger again.

Click!

Hearing an unusual sound, Qiu Ran's heart froze. She quickly closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and held Li Ozi's left hand tightly:

"Don't die, please, please, don't die..."

"Ouch?"

Li Ozi's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of amusement:

"Old man, your gun has not been properly maintained. The air-tight structure has become loose."

Dimitri looked at Li Ozi:

"There are still two rounds left. Due to a malfunction of the firearm, you have passed——"

Uh-huh!

Li Ozi suddenly turned the magazine.

"don't want."

Li Ozi's gray eyes were filled with a crazy smile:

“I’m not a sore loser—let’s recalculate!”

Dimitri's pupils shrank, even he didn't expect that someone could be so crazy.

"you--"

Click.

Li Ozi raised the gun to his temple and showed a relaxed smile.

"Let me tell you the truth, the goddess of death is nothing."

Li Ozi said:

"He's just an old maid wearing her breasts."

As he spoke, Li Ozi pulled the trigger continuously.

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

Six shots were fired in a row, all of which were empty shots.

The eyes of everyone in the bar were dull. They stared at Li Ozi intently, as if they were witnessing a god.

Li Ozi slowly raised the revolver, pointed it at the ceiling, and fired again.

boom!

This time, the gun rang out, and the bullet hit the beam of the bar, denting deeply. Li Ozi waved, and the bullet fell into his glass of beer.

puff……

The fully metal-jacketed warhead roiled and settled in the wine, allowing the cold beer to regain its temperature.

Li Ozi pushed the glass of bullet beer in front of old Dimitri, and the golden halo in his dark gray eyes gradually faded away.

"Bou Ming Vic has 7 bullets. The first six bullets were given to me by you. The last six bullets were given to me by Destiny who was frightened."

"Although I won't die soon, but——"

Li Ozi picked up the bullet beer and drank it in one gulp.

Gulu gulu - bah!

He spit out the bullet that was still filled with flames and smoke, slapped the revolver on the table, and showed a hearty and confident smile:

"Until then, this life is only decided by me."

Dang, dang, rang, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding—

The steel-core warhead was spinning on the table, like a top of fate, and finally stopped. The warhead slowly stabilized, still pointing at Li Ozi.

Snap.

Old Dimitri took a deep breath, put away the revolver in front of him, and looked at Li Ozi solemnly:

"You are the one who truly controls your destiny. I admire you very much. Come with me. I want to give you something. No one is more suitable for it than you."

[You triggered the career mission: "Death Craftsman Dimitri\