Chapter 1379 Black Fist

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Legend has it that this brutal suicide 'game' originated in nineteenth-century Russia and was forced by prison guards to be carried out by prisoners as a form of gambling. It is also said that this is a method derived from duels. It is also said that it is used as a competition for courage between outlaws.

But in any case, it can't hide the brutality of this kind of game.

"Guys, now it's time to place your bets!"

Under the greeting of the organizers of the on-site gambling game, outside the bulletproof space, gamblers who had been impatient for a long time took out their chips one after another. And then in less than 10 minutes, the stacks on the table had exceeded $20 million!

"Alright, the second round of Russian roulette, begin!"

Seeing that enough money had been received, the organizers gave the order to start the game. As the bronze bell next to him rang, I saw that the two Indians trapped on the high platform by bulletproof glass immediately turned pale and trembled slightly.

That kind of scared to the extreme, you can see it very clearly without guessing.

But their fear did not win the sympathy of almost everyone present. Because almost all the onlookers except for the two only cared about whether they won or lost the game, and didn't care whether there was a killing or not.

Or rather, killing is also a pleasure for them.

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Next, I saw the Indian strong man who took the revolver in, with a cruel smile on his face, took out two dice, and put them in front of the two of them.

"The big number of points starts first!"

Sen's cold and cruel voice was clearly transmitted to the outside along the circuit installed inside the bulletproof glass space, causing the adrenaline hormones of the surrounding gamblers to soar, stretching their necks one by one, widening their eyes, and longing for the bloody scene to appear.

Under the coercion of the strong Indian man with the gun, two slightly thin Indian men, with obvious fear on their faces, helplessly picked up the dice on the table, as if they had prayed to God and worshiped the Buddha, and then shook each other.

After about four or five seconds, the results were revealed!

The Indian man standing on the left side of the Indian strong man, with a thin face and towering cheekbones, shook only three points, while his opponent, the Indian man with a scar on his forehead, had a six!

Comparing the two, everyone's eyes were focused on the face of the Indian man with towering cheekbones. Faced with this result, the Indian man's face instantly turned pale, and his expression was full of despair.

"Hurry up, I'm going to have to go this way sooner or later!"

Under the threat of the strong Indian man with the gun next to him, the Indian man with towering cheekbones raised his right hand tremblingly, picked up the revolver placed in the center of the table, and then aimed it at his temple tremblingly.

After hesitating and struggling for nearly a minute, under the coercion of the strong man with a gun next to him, he closed his eyes in despair and clasped his right index finger!

"Click......!"

A crisp sound was heard outside through a loudspeaker.

"Damn, this guy is in good luck!"

"Boy, I knew you could do it, come on!" ......

Because of the different bets, people outside the field are now consciously divided into two factions.

"Great!"

Regardless of the people on the sidelines, the Indian man with towering cheekbones opened his eyes and recognized the fact that he was still alive, and his face unsurprisingly showed the ecstasy of the rest of his life.

Corresponding to his joy, the Indian man sitting opposite him at the moment, with a scar on his forehead, suddenly turned pale, and his expression was the same as his opponent's before.

Joy and despair shifted between two different people in less than ten seconds. The speed and realism of the expression are enough to surpass any actor-level actor in the world.

Liu Dong outside looked at all this, as if he had the feeling of watching a Broadway musical and dance! Absurd and yet so real!

The Indian man with towering cheekbones had a very limited time to rejoice, and after about a dozen seconds, the scarred man, who had also escaped death like him, took possession of the joy on his face.

Russian roulette, a suicidal game, has always been more stressful the further you go. Because every time he pulls the trigger, his chances of surviving are one in six smaller!

This feeling of gradually approaching death is enough to drive any person with average mental quality crazy.

Just like now, when the man with towering cheekbones trembled again and aimed the muzzle of the gun at his temple, his face was already pale without the slightest blood, and even his whole body was trembling, how could he not have the courage to pull the trigger again.

"No, no, I don't want to die! Please, I really don't want to die, let me go, give me some time, I will pay you back, I will pay it back!"

The Indian man with towering cheekbones threw down his gun in fear, pleading at the strong man with the gun and the host of the off-court gambling game, and pleaded with a sad speech.

The voice was like the wailing of a beast before it died, but it was destined not to elicit the slightest sympathy.

"Now give you one last chance, do you dare to shoot?" said the strong man with the gun indifferently.

"No, I don't want to open it anymore! I don't want to die!"

The Indian man with towering cheekbones waved his hand repeatedly, even if the shouting from outside the arena was enough to tear down the roof, but it could not change the truest decision in his heart.

He was really freaked out!

"Then you will die!"

The Indian strong man quickly pulled out the M9 pistol inserted in his waist, aimed at the opponent, and pulled the trigger with a 'bang'.

In an instant, a small finger-like blood hole appeared in the center of the Indian man's eyebrows with towering cheekbones, making the look of fear, fear, anxiety, and pleading on his face forever fixed at this moment!

"Bang!"

As the corpse ended, blood trickled down the skin, and the Russian roulette suicide game was finally frozen at this moment.

"Whew!"

Seeing this, Liu Dong also let out a long breath.

Looking at all this in front of him, he felt a little complicated in his heart. He considered himself not a good person, and hundreds of people had died at his hands in the past five years, but he really didn't like what he saw.

But even if Liu Dong doesn't like it, he doesn't plan to meddle in things. Each place has its own rules, and from Karina's account, these people who are forced to participate in Russian roulette are not good people.

Rapists, murderers and other criminals, as well as gamblers who owe huge debts to the casino and cannot pay back, each of them has a way to die.

These people don't deserve pity!

And Liu Dong is just not used to this kind of game of suicide for fun.

It's too wretched!

As a man, even death should be in the midst of a fight, or the fulfillment of some strong demand (such as a better life), rather than leaving everything to luck.

"Let's go to the next place!"

"Sir, why don't we go up, there doesn't seem to be a gambling method you like here!" Karina said duly.

"Whoever said that, I like that very much!"

Following the direction of Liu Dong's finger, Karina saw the last high platform full of people not far away, where two majestic black men were fighting to the death!

"Black City Fist!" Karina said in surprise.

"That's right!"

Liu Dong's eyes showed a hint of heat.

As a warrior, as a strong man, he is not used to the pure suicidal ****** of Russian roulette, but he has a soft spot for the black * fist that dies in battle.

Looking at Liu Dong who strode over, Karina frowned and looked at his back and shook her head gently, originally he thought that Liu Dong was weak and couldn't see death, but he thought that this guy was so fanatical about black * city boxing.

"It's all a bloody game, I really don't know what the difference is!"

After muttering a word, Karina hurriedly followed.

"Warren, go on, kill him!"

"Delson, kick his balls, gouge out his eyes, bite his throat!"

"Warren, I've weighed two million on you, you damn guy must win!"

Before Liu Dong walked in, many mixed screams had already entered his ears. Moreover, to Liu Dong's surprise, he actually heard a familiar voice in it, and soon he followed the direction from which the voice came to see the bloated black man who came with the car before.

Of course, now he seems to have lost the humor he had in the Buick business car. The hideous look looks more like a mad beast.

Because it was no longer possible to bet, Liu Dong stood quietly to the side, admiring the most primitive, bloody, and cruel fighting on the high platform!

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Black market fighting means that you can use your body parts, any means you can think of, to hit and kill enemies.

It doesn't have as many rules and restrictions as ordinary fighting matches, so it is also destined for the cruelty of black market fighting.

At this moment, two strong black men with an average height of about 1.9 meters left clearly visible bruises on each other's bodies.

The red blood was mixed with sweat droplets, forming tragic traces all over the two of them, rendering bloody colors!

And the blood-colored footprints and messy blood droplets on the floor of the high platform added to the tragic atmosphere of this fight.

But at this moment, no one cares about the outcome of this martial arts fight, the gains and losses of their own interests, even Liu Dong.

His main thing is to analyze who of the two will be able to win in the end.

"That guy with a bald head is going to win!" Liu Dong said suddenly.

"How do you know ......!"

As soon as Karina's words fell, she saw the bald black man Liu Dong said, suddenly took two steps forward, and a lightning-like heavy leg kicked on the waist of the short-haired black man opposite.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… (To be continued.) )