Ember Gun

  Chapter 20 The Bloody Bull

   "Death Wheel?"

  Sabo looked at the silver revolver, and only one of the six bullet slots was filled with bullets.

   "You should know the rules of the game, right, you, me... In fact, I think the probability of this thing has always been only one-half, either die or live."

  Lorenzo muttered, the revolver was placed in the middle of the table, facing the playing cards Sabo laid down, like a solo rider facing thousands of horses.

   "Actually, I don't have to play with you."

  Sabo suddenly shook his head. This is his kingdom. He has an absolute advantage. Lorenzo is just a small **** and can be easily pinched to death.

   "No, you have to."

  That is another gun. The wooden gun body is carved with delicate texture, and the silver part is carved with patterns, and a line of verse is written in it.

  Eve looked at the gun almost in a dazed manner. She believed that the bottom of her skirt did not have such a large space to hide the gun, so where did Lorenzo get it?

  But Lorenzo didn't seem to intend to explain this. Dear Winchester pointed to Sabo, so close, as long as Lorenzo pulls the trigger, Sabo's head will explode into blood in front of him.

   "Is this your original idea?"

"Yes, I found you and put the gun on your head, but this is very risky. You are the boss of Green Shark, I am not sure to go out alive, but you don't want your business for so long to stop here, right? ?"

  Lorenzo's eyes were cold.

   "So don't let us waste time, Sabo, I won, tell me everything, if you win, I will leave."

  Sabo’s expression gradually became cold, and it was not fun to have people pointing a gun at his head on his own territory, but after a short pause, he smiled confidently again.

   "No, not enough chips."

   "What about adding these?"

  Lorenzo's elbows are on the table, with extraordinary confidence.

  "Are you pressing your hands?"

  The hands are very ordinary, the black cuffs are lined with white shirts, and the scars of injuries can be seen on the slightly bare skin.

   "The gambling table is full of chips."

  He replied.

  Sabo finally looked squarely at the man in front of him this time. He was different from many people he met. He was strange like a pearl in the sand, with boiling blood under the black coat.

   Without saying more, Sabo knew that he had only entered 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 someone who is so persistent like you."

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 response, but there was no wave in his eyes under the brass mask, which reminded Sabo of Northern Ji The sea, where the sea is always as calm as dead water, but the bone-chilling cooling when you touch it is more daunting than any storm.

  "I have played this many times. The essence of this game is not luck, but just fear of death. If you are afraid, you will lose."

  Sabo said, pulling the trigger, nothing happened, cold sweat ran down the gap in the mask, Sabo was still calm, and then placed the revolver in the center of the table.

   "I know that this is a psychological battle. The winners are always those who are determined and the madmen who are not afraid of death."

  Lorenzo took the revolver and put the gun on his head almost without any pause.

  "What kind of person do you think you are? A determined person or a lunatic?" Sabo asked.

   "You will know."

   Pulled the trigger, it was an empty bullet slot, and Lorenzo dropped the gun to the center again.

  Two shots had been fired at this moment, and the deadly bullet was hidden in the next four times.

The atmosphere has become hot and dry at some point, and the music has become agitated, like the military music of war, pushing the heavy enthusiasm like a wave. Looking at the relief on the bullet nest, the ghosts and gods seem to come to life. They fought each other and roared, and finally fell into ashes in the fire.

   "You are very courageous."

  Sabo applauded and raised the revolver again, but this time the revolver was a lot heavier, he had to use his best to hold it, and at this moment Lorenzo's voice faintly sounded.

"You know, all gamblers are desperadoes. We rely on that ruthlessness. We can't show any timidity. Once you show it... even when you have that trace of fear in your heart, you have already lost. Like a swordsman wielding a sword, even if he hesitates a little, his head will be chopped off by the enemy."

   "Do you think I am afraid?"

  Sabo felt like he was being ridiculed, and said angrily. He tried to pull the trigger, but under the cold touch, no matter how hard he exerted the trigger, the trigger remained motionless.

  I should have been fearless, but at this moment countless emotions flooded my heart. Looking at the opposite side of the gaming table, Lorenzo’s gray-blue eyes were still cold, like the familiar northern sea of ​​silence.

   was an empty bullet slot again, and finally Sabo pulled the trigger. Fortunately, the bullet was not in it.

"It's your turn."

  He pretended to be calm.

  There are three bullets left. According to the order, even if there are no bullets in the next round, Lorenzo will still be the last bullet in the final round, and he will undoubtedly die.

   Raised the gun slowly, Lorenzo seemed to be aware of the problem, and he did not pull the trigger for a long time.

   "Are you afraid? It's too late for you to stop now. I will take your hands, but you are still alive."

Sabo advised, as he said at the beginning, this is a psychological war, as long as he defeats the enemy's heart, he will lose. He has already thought of Lorenzo giving up his dignity and begging for mercy next, his other hand He also held the gun firmly under the table.

  Desperados are always crazy, Sabo has to prevent Lorenzo from finally unwilling to fulfill the gambling contract and fires instead.

  Eve's face was pale on the side, and she took Lorenzo in her hand and hoped that this guy could stop this crazy behavior, and the probability of death would increase infinitely. She knew that the so-called half was just bullshit.

"Are you crazy?"

Lorenzo turned his head to look at her. The girl is really beautiful, she is indeed the princess of Phoenix. Even the mask can't hide her sparkle. This reminds Lorenzo of taking the steam tram to the edge of the city. It is an open green field and blue sky, no steam tower or dark clouds, it is beautiful like heaven, it is comforting, and so is the girl in front of me.

  "Today is my lucky day, so it is today, and it will be the same after tonight."

  He said, there was no begging for mercy. Lorenzo didn't know when his face was crazy excited. The frantic feeling could feel that hideous even through the mask. It was like a gambler, desperately crazy.

   Severely pinched the girl's white cheeks, and Lorenzo looked at Sabodao in front of him.

   "You have already lost."

"I lost?"

  Sabo thought that Lorenzo would report the shrike’s name to intercede, but he didn’t expect him to say such a word?

   "Yes. This is a psychological warfare, you said. But when you try to shake my mind, does it mean you are not sure that you can win?"

  Lorenzo said and pulled the trigger. It was an empty bullet slot.

  It’s a weird feeling. The gambler can’t admit defeat. You can’t even have an idea. When you surrender, it’s dead.

  Sabo suddenly felt a kind of shocking chill. This man had made all the preparations since he came here. He is a pure-willed person, who does not scrutinize any means for his purpose.

   "Saab, I won."

He issued a declaration of victory, pulled the trigger again, and the bullet nest violently rotated forward one space. The complex machinery intertwined with each other and caused a faint spark, but in the end there was nothing. The dead bullet still stayed in the bullet slot. The goddess of luck did not give up on him.

  This was a mortal game, but Lorenzo seemed to know where the bullet was. He passed the two empty slots and left the final death to Sabo.

  The last chance, there was a bullet inside, and the muzzle was pointed at Sabo.

The bull’s mask is already covered with cold sweat, and this **** game is under his control from beginning to end. This is the reason why he chose this game. A determined person can’t win at all, and no one thought about it. Only by pulling the trigger continuously can the madman be the final winner in this game.

  "Practice the bet, Sabo."

  The gun was pointed at him, and Lorenzo didn't even sweat. For this man, the edge of death had become accustomed to him.

  "Aren't you afraid of me going back?"

  Sabo cold road.

   "As long as you are willing to give up your dignity, you can naturally go back."

  This is the price, the dignity that varies from person to person, for some people can die for it, for some people it has never existed.

  Sabo is a Viking. Even with the development of science and technology, they still have nostalgia for the old faith. Abandoning dignity can only make him permanently rejected by the Hall of Valor.

  Four eyes are facing each other, like a swordsman holding the hilt, they meet in a narrow path, and only one side can leave alive.

  Eve looked at the bull's mask. Big drops of sweat dripped from the edge of the mask, like blood. It was a very difficult decision to dye the tablecloth. Dignity still told Lorenzo everything.

   "Damn it!"

Sabo cursed and pulled the gun under the table, but Lorenzo was faster than him, and the silver death knell was on his head in the next second, but he was still hesitating. Once he pulled the trigger, he couldn't get any information. , He would still die here, but just then there was a faster sword passing by.

  It was an arm in the sky, holding a pistol that had not yet fired, blood splashed, staining the entire tabletop red, and Sabo cut his throat before he even screamed with the sword blade.

He died, without making a sound from beginning to end, so he was killed by the ghostly sword, and he leaned on the edge of the table and finally fell. Then the man took his place and sat in Luo. Opposite Renzo, the blood-stained stabbing sword was gently placed on the table, the edge of the blade cracked, and I don't know how many people had been killed.

   "Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, nice to meet you."

  The facial features on the man’s face were squashed into a distorted appearance. He was deformed. With a penetrating smile, he picked up the mask on 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. Under the soaking of blood, the mask seemed to come alive. Behind the mask, there seemed to be a man-eater.

   "So... nice to meet you, Mr. Sabo."

  Lorenzo was stunned for a while, and the smile on his face was more prosperous, then said.

  The air seemed to freeze, pressing like a cloud of lead in my heart.

  Tonight’s gambling game is far from over.

  (End of this chapter)