Psychics don't die from gunfire

At first, the middle-aged man didn't say anything.

But then, realizing that the man in front of him had no intention of joking, he stopped hesitating, stood up, and clapped his hands vigorously.

"Everyone - everyone! We're temporarily closed today, come back tomorrow!"

There are many gamblers in this casino who make a living by force, and they became agitated instantly after hearing this.

"What's going on? Can't you see that I'm about to win!"

"A big deal worth hundreds of thousands, you plan to hide it and enjoy it yourself? Hey! Rand, it's too mean!"

But these commotions gradually disappeared with the appearance of several bulging strong men. The attitude of these few people was quite good, and they picked up a handful of money from the gambling table and threw it to the crowd.

They pushed everyone back while saying sorry - the latter was just complaining and didn't intend to really fight.

In less than a moment, the originally crowded casino became quiet.

A strong man closed the door and guarded the door. The others returned to the gambling table and surrounded Song Shi and the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man winked and asked one of them to take the boy away.

But the hand that was about to grab the boy was suddenly grabbed tightly by someone.

Without looking at the sturdy man with an ugly expression, Song Shi looked at the middle-aged man: "Why, do you want to run away with the 'bet' first?"

". I didn't say I wanted to bet with you."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man suppressed his anger and planned to test again: "And I don't understand, since you can easily take out 400,000 yuan, this kid is just a waiter, what do you like about him?"

"It turned out to be a simple waiter. I thought he was a tool that you illegally detained and used to make money by adjusting the gambling results with psychic skills." Song Shi smiled: "But it doesn't matter, I just need a waiter, don't you think it's a coincidence?"

"Of course it's okay for you to hire a waiter, but this also depends on personal wishes, right?" The middle-aged man seemed to have not heard the previous sentence: "This kid has also worked for me for many years. I We have a good relationship. I plan to wait until he is older and send him to college in Paloser!"

"So, why don't you ask this guy if he is willing first? If he is willing, I will definitely..."

"You talk too much nonsense."

Song Shi stretched his body and knocked on the table: "If he says he is willing, you will not let him go. If he says he is not willing, I will definitely not let him go. This guy's willingness is insignificant."

He said lightly: "Don't say this nonsense anymore. In one sentence, do you want to bet?"

The middle-aged man's expression completely turned cold. Listening to the communication in the headset "Boss! Ready!", he sneered twice: "Okay! Let's bet!"

He snapped his fingers, and a strong man brought a plate with an old-fashioned revolver on it. The upper limit of the cylinder capacity is six.

"Just as you said, roulette!"

The middle-aged man grabbed a handful of bullets and threw them hard on the copper plate, making a crisp metal collision sound.

"Come on, the stuff is already here." He sneered, "I want to see how many bullets you dare to put on--"

As he spoke, Song Shi took the revolver, stuffed a bullet in it, then fired five shots at his temple, and then threw the revolver back.

"It seems that my luck is not bad."

Song Shi said:

"- It's your turn."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

Then, in the next moment when the other strong men were still immersed in a daze, he lifted the gambling table without hesitation and shouted: "Do it!"

"Isn't this still going to see blood?"

At this moment, Song Shi sighed and laughed again: "But, it's just what I want--"

Facing the gambling table that was smashing in front of him, the scorching flames surged from his five fingers, and in less than one tenth of a second, it turned into a dark green long blade.

He had already completed the heavy killing rotation of "refining weapons into the body", cut a gap in the gambling table, and then wrapped up the long flowing flames, covering all the strong men including the middle-aged man!

"——Boy, get down!"

The boy reacted very quickly and got down the moment he heard Song Shi speak.

Then.

The red-gold flames were like surging waves, with Song Shi as the dividing line. While engulfing the "man", it also engulfed half of the casino in front!

So, the dust settled.

This one strike.

"Okay, you can stand up now."

Song Shi changed the heavy killing from slashing to hanging, snapped his fingers, and the surrounding flames temporarily stopped spreading and became quietly burning.

He pulled over a relatively intact chair and sat down, looking at the boy who slowly stood up and was still stunned.

——The boy looked very embarrassed.

It was obviously just a "get down" action, and no one paid attention to him or attacked him just now, but at this moment he looked like a bloody head.

The flying dice hit his head, leaving several wounds. There were also fragments of prosthetic parts that were broken and burst by the strong men just now, which cut through his shirt and even cut the skin inside.

Even the chairs that fell after everyone stood up, one of them hit his forearm directly, leaving a large and obvious bruise - this boy had almost no implants, and his whole body was almost the same as a natural person.

"Ask in advance." Song Shi looked at the boy and suddenly said: "What is the prefix of your 'lucky'?"

The boy was also observing Song Shi.

In the corner of his eye, the surroundings were in a mess. The middle-aged man who used to dominate everything and found it difficult to resist was rolling crazily on the ground, turning into ashes at a speed that was visible to the naked eye and shocking. Even the casino, which had given up all hope and thought it would be bound for the rest of its life, has fallen into flames.

The young man took a deep breath.

He raised his head, looked directly at Song Shi, and said, "One third."

——Psychic Skills·[One-third of Luck].

"One third? That's okay."

Song Shi nodded slightly: "Even for the path of [Revelation], the psychic skill of 'lucky' is quite rare, and the prefix of 'one-third' is considered a more appropriate number."

"But with this psychic skill alone, you can't meet the daily needs of the casino. What is your other psychic skill?"

This time, the boy answered quickly: "It's 'delay'."

"I see, that makes sense." Song Shi nodded.

Use [Delay] to advance [one-third of the luck] and postpone the remaining [two-thirds of the misfortune] - this allows the user to accumulate "luck" in a short period of time and then pay it back slowly afterwards. of matching.

There is no need to completely follow the order of "lucky" once, "unlucky" twice, and so on.

"That's enough. We'll discuss the remaining issues later. There's no rush now."

Song Shi stood up and walked towards the door.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he stopped and turned his head: "What's your name?"

The young man was stunned, silent for a moment, and whispered: ".Agalemal."

"Then it's time to go, Agalemal."

Song Shi raised his right hand again, preparing to let the bound flames bloom again and burn this place to the ground.

Perhaps it was the premonition of being a psyker and [revelation] that allowed him to vaguely guess what the person in front of him wanted to do. He suddenly spoke and spoke quickly: "Sir! Please wait a moment!"

He suddenly pulled out the dagger from the waist of the strong man lying on the ground, then with quick eyes and quick hands, he suddenly cut off the middle-aged man's index finger that was about to turn into ashes, and ran towards the small room behind the casino.

After a while, he ran out again, holding a black plastic bag and handed it to Song Shi: "These are part of Lant's savings. He hid the safe in the casino. I saw him open it before, so I know the location." ”

Song Shi's eyes moved between the plastic bag and the boy for a while. The latter's face was tense, but he tried his best to show a serious expression.

Are you trying to prove your "worth" as much as possible?

Song Shixin said.

He didn't say anything else, he just motioned for the other person to hold the bag and follow him.

The heavy murderer passed by in an instant and opened the door of the casino.

A lot of people have gathered behind the door.

Song Shi stepped out and looked around at everyone. The latter saw the scene in the casino from the broken gate, looked at each other, and gradually parted like the tide, slowly making way.