Pirate’s Infinite Wings

This is a small room with a low table in the middle of the room, and three single sofas beside the low table. Among them, Fang Lang and Pist are sitting on the adjacent two.

The final game will be played here.

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

Stacks of bills, fifty bundles.

"Can you tell me? What are you playing this time?" Fang Lang said lightly.

Quietly smoking a cigar, Pister snorted softly, and whispered to the men beside him: "Go and get rid 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."

With that, he clapped his hands, and for a moment, a bald man with his hands in shackles walked in.

Fang Lang looked at each other unexpectedly. There was a deep scar on the man's face, which looked like a knife wound. The wound had been scabbed and looked very hideous.

As soon as he entered the door, he stared at Fang Lang grinningly, and then sat on the opposite sofa.

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

"His name is Long Aotian, a funny name, right?" Pister showed a mocking expression on his face.

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

"Cut." Pister frowned, it was like a punch to the cotton, no energy at all.

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

"Well, since you are so anxious to find death, let me introduce the next game." Pister snorted coldly, took a revolver from the man behind him, and said: "The name of the game is called ' 'Death Runner', the tool is this revolver."

Hearing this, Fang Lang stared at the pistol on the table. The appearance 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 into the magazine of a revolver with six bullet holes, and then randomly rotate the magazine. You two pick up the gun by yourself and shoot your temple." One side said Then, Pister laughed cruelly, "If there is no bullet shot, give the pistol to the other side, and the other side 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. You can take it away. How about, am I very kind? Hahahaha!"

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

This is the most popular game to execute offenders in dark casinos.

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

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

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

Fang Lang quickly picked up the pistol and bullets on the table, and filled the bullets into the magazine, then suddenly turned the magazine to shoot.

However, at the moment he acted, the men behind Pister had pointed their guns at Fang Lang's head.

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

As soon as the voice fell, he pulled the trigger to the floor and hit three times in a row.

Empty gun.

Empty gun.

boom!

Sure enough, as he said, real bullets appeared in the third shot.

This shock shocked everyone present, especially the shackled bald man opposite, a flash of panic on his face.

Fang Lang secretly noticed this person's expression.

"Pi Hutte, your game is too boring for me. I can completely know in advance which shots will appear real bullets." Fang Lang put on a look of disdain, staring at the bald man and said: "You are so pitiful. , Want to play this game of death with me."

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, it was just a coincidence just now. You thought that would scare me? That would be 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 have to use the only power to'not shoot' to give up the real bullet. Me? But don’t forget, I also have this kind of power."

The bald man sneered, but did not take the conversation.

Fang Lang understood in an instant.

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

"Ah...oh, let's start!" The fat man wiped his cold sweat with a guilty conscience, and Fang Lang's behavior did scare him.

Unexpectedly, someone could predict in advance which shots will appear real bullets. This is absolutely a coincidence. Some mechanism or method he doesn't know must be used! Absolutely!

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

"You first." The other party seemed to have a winning formula, and replied very humbly.

"Then I'm welcome."

Fang Lang shrugged and turned the magazine, while silently thinking in his heart: physical acceleration.

After three seconds, the magazine stopped.

The real bullet is in the fifth shot!

With Superman's consciousness, Fang Lang read out the location of the real bullet in advance.

"The first shot was an empty bullet." With a light laugh, Fang Lang pointed the muzzle at his temple, and immediately pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

Snapped.

Empty gun.

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

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

"Huh, 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 kind of behavior, whoever uses it first is a kind of fool!"

Is it a booger?

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

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

but.

"It's the third shot. Should I use power?" Fang Lang said calmly. For a moment, everyone present was in a trance.

Then he saw Fang Lang pull the trigger at his temple.

Snapped.

Empty gun.

"Alala, good luck, not dead. Haha." Fang Lang smiled briskly, "You have a one-third chance of getting a headshot, don't you really use it? I won't look down on you, face All people are equal to death."

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

Snapped.

Still empty gun.

The bald man smiled, looked at Fang Lang as if he was a dead person, and mocked: "Boy, you go to die."

"Fifth shot..." Fang Lang shook his head, took the revolver, and said with a sigh: "Is it really going to die here? 50% chance I will die, 50% chance you will die. Before I die, I ask you a question."

"Yes. But begging for mercy is useless!"

"Are you a pirate?"

"Huh?" The bald man was taken aback for a moment, and then whispered: "I used to be a pirate, but I have quit. That kind of career with no future, only fools can do it! The era of pirates dreams is over Now! I came to this island voluntarily to be baptized. As long as you die, I will meet the conditions and be able to get rid of the identity of a pirate and be officially accepted as a resident of the island! The beginning of my Albert's new life!!!"

It turned out that this person was called Albert.

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

Piste, who was watching the play, smiled triumphantly. It was an honor for the other party to die in the game he prepared carefully.

"What are you waiting for, shoot! Or do you want to use the power of'not shooting'?" he urged from the side.

Fang Lang opened his eyes and ignored the fat man. He looked directly at Albert on the opposite side and slowly raised the revolver.

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

In the voice, Fang Lang pulled the trigger.

Snapped.

Empty gun! ! !

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