Pirate’s Infinite Wings

This is a small room. There is a low table in the center of the room. There are three single sofas beside the low table, and Fang Lang and Pist are sitting next to each other.

The final game will be played here.

On the low table, the agreed 50 million yuan had been put aside early, as if in order to tempt Fang Lang to play this game, the box containing the money was opened facing him.

A stack of big bills, a full fifty bundles.

"Can you say it? What are you playing this time?" Fang Lang said lightly.

Silently took a cigar, Pister snorted softly, and whispered to the men beside him: "Go and dispose of those corpses."

After a pause, he smiled at Fang Lang and said, "Since you are in such a hurry, let's start. Come in."

After saying that, he clapped his hands, and after a while, a bald man with shackles on his hands walked in.

Fang Lang glanced at the other side unexpectedly. There was a deep scar on the man's face, which looked like a knife wound.

As soon as he entered the door, he stared at Fang Lang with a grin, and then sat down on the sofa opposite.

"Boss, is he the opponent this time?" He asked Pister with a smile.

"His name is Long Aotian, isn't it a funny name?" Pister's face showed a mocking expression.

Fang Lang also smiled at this, "It's a really funny name."

"Cut." Pister frowned, it was as if a punch had hit the cotton, and it didn't work at all.

"Don't tell me what game it is first? Don't tell me how to start? My time is precious, and I don't have time to waste it in this kind of place."

"Okay, since you're in such a hurry to find death, let's first introduce the next game." Pister snorted coldly, took a revolver gun from his man behind him, and said, "The name of the game is ' Death Wheel', the tool is this revolver gun."

Hearing this, Fang Lang stared at the pistol on the table for a few times. The 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 in the magazine of a revolver gun with six bullet holes, then rotate the magazine randomly, and you two pick up the gun and shoot your temples." Then, Pister laughed cruelly, "If no bullets are fired, hand the pistol to the other party, and the other party will shoot. Until one of you 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, and the fifty million on the table You can take it. What, am I being kind? Hahahaha!"

This is a death game with a 50% survival rate.

This is one of the most popular games of executing offenders in dark casinos.

When he said these words, Pister felt the anger accumulated in his heart vented at once. In his eyes, Fang Lang was already half dead.

"Haha... Pete, you have disappointed me too much." Fang Lang also laughed.

"You, what do you want to do!?"

I saw Fang Lang quickly picked up the pistol and bullets on the table, and loaded the bullets into the magazine, and then turned the magazine suddenly, and was about to shoot.

However, the moment he made his move, the men behind Pister had already aimed their guns at Fang Lang's head.

"Don't be nervous, I can't do anything." Fang Lang chuckled lightly, then said calmly, "Third shot."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger against the floor and hit it 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, a look of panic flashed across his face.

Fang Lang secretly paid attention to this man's expression.

"Piwhat, your game is too boring for me. I can fully know in advance that the real bullet will appear in the first few shots." Fang Lang put on a disdainful look, stared at the bald man and said, "You are so pitiful. , to play this game of death with me."

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, it was just a coincidence just now, do you think this will scare me? That's a big mistake!" The bald man laughed wildly and said.

"Oh? Can you also guess which shot will be the real bullet?" Fang Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Or, you should use the only power of 'no shooting' to give the real bullet to Me? But don't forget, I also have this power."

The bald man sneered and didn't take the conversation.

Fang Lang understood in an instant.

"In that case. That Pete, can we begin?"

"Ah... oh oh, start, start!" Fatty wiped his cold sweat with a guilty conscience. Fang Lang's previous behavior really scared him.

Unexpectedly, someone could predict in advance how many shots will appear. This is definitely a coincidence. There must be some mechanism or means that he does not know! Absolutely!

"You come first, or I come first." Fang Lang loaded a bullet again, and then said to the bald man.

"You go first." The other party seemed to have a certain way to win, and replied very humbly.

"Then I'm welcome."

Fang Lang shrugged and turned the magazine while meditating in his heart: Physical acceleration.

After three seconds,

The clip stopped.

It's the fifth shot!

With superhuman consciousness, Fang Lang read out the location of the real bullet in advance.

"The first shot was an empty bullet." Fang Lang aimed the muzzle at his temple and pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

Snapped.

Empty gun.

"Hmph, don't be arrogant!" The bald man sneered and took the revolver gun without hesitation. He aimed the muzzle at his temple and pulled the trigger—

Suddenly, Fang Lang said, "Don't you need the right to 'not shoot'? You have a one-fifth chance of dying."

"Hmph, no need!"

Snapped.

Empty gun.

The bald man looked at Fang Lang contemptuously and said, "'Don't shoot'? This kind of power is just a cowardly act, whoever uses it first is a coward!"

Coward?

If this continues, Fang Lang will really become a coward.

The third shot was him, and the fifth shot was also him.

but.

"The third shot. Do I want to use power?" Fang Lang said calmly, and for a moment, everyone present was in a trance.

Then, I saw Fang Lang pulling the trigger on his temple.

Snapped.

Empty gun.

"Alara, you're lucky, you're not dead. Haha." Fang Lang laughed briskly, "You have a one-third chance of getting a headshot, don't you really need it? I won't look down on you, Mian All men are equal to death."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The bald man seemed a little nervous. He took the revolver and hesitated for nearly half a minute before pulling the trigger at his temple.

Snapped.

Still empty.

The bald man smiled, looked at Fang Lang like a dead man, and mocked: "Boy, go to hell."

"The fifth shot..." Fang Lang shook his head, took the revolver gun, and sighed: "Do you really want to die here? There is a 50% chance that I will die, and a 50% chance that you will die. Before I die, let me ask you a question."

"Okay. But begging for mercy is useless!"

"Are you a pirate?"

"Eh?" The bald man was stunned for a moment, then replied in a low voice: "I used to be a pirate, but I quit it. That kind of job with no future, only a fool would do it! The era of pirates dreaming is over. Now! I came to this island voluntarily and accepted baptism. As long as you die, I will meet the conditions, I can get rid of the identity of a pirate and be officially accepted as a resident of the island! Tomorrow, it will be The beginning of my new life as Albert!!"

It turned out that the man's name was Albert.

"Is it a pirate before..." Fang Lang closed his eyes and sat on the sofa without moving.

Pister, who was watching the play on the side, showed a smug smile. It was an honor for the other party to die in the game he carefully prepared.

"What are you waiting for, shoot! Or are you using the power of 'no shooting'?" he urged.

Fang Lang opened his eyes and ignored Fatty. He looked directly at Albert, who was facing him, and slowly raised the revolver.

"The era of pirates dreaming is over? You haven't woken up! The era of pirates has just begun!!!"

As he spoke, Fang Lang pulled the trigger.

Snapped.

Empty gun! ! !

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