"Death Wheel?"

Saab looked at the silver-white revolver, only one of the six magazines was filled with bullets.

"You should know the rules of the game, right, you and I...... In fact, I think the probability of this thing has always been only one in two, either dead or alive. ”

Lorenzo thought in pieces, the revolver placed in the middle of the table, facing the playing cards placed by Sabo, as if he were a lone rider facing an army of thousands of horses.

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

Sabo shook his head suddenly, this is his kingdom, he has an absolute advantage, Lorenzo is just a pawn, he can be easily pinched to death.

"No, you have to. ”

It was another gun, the wooden body of which was delicately textured, and the silver part was carved with a pattern, and a line of poetry was written on it.

Eve looked at the gun almost in a dazed way, believing that there wasn't such a lot of room under her skirt to hide it, so where did Lorenzo get it?

However, Lorenzo didn't seem to be about to explain this, and Dear Winchester pointed at Saab, so close that if Lorenzo pulled the trigger, Sabo's head would explode in front of his eyes.

"Is that what you had in mind?"

"Yes, find you and put a gun to your head, but it's very risky, you're the boss of the green shark, I'm not sure to get out alive, but you don't want the industry you've been running for so long to stop, do you?"

Lorenzo's eyes were cold.

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

Sabo's expression grew cold, and it wasn't fun to have people point a gun at their head on their own turf, but after a pause, he smiled confidently.

"No, the chips aren't enough. ”

"And what about adding these?"

Lorenzo rested his elbows on the table with great confidence.

"Did you press your hands?"

The hands were ordinary, the black cuffs were lined with white shirts, and the scars of the injuries could be seen from the slightly bare skin.

"The table is full of chips. ”

He replied.

This time, Sabo finally looked at the man in front of him, he was different from many people he had met, he was strange like a pearl in the sand, and under his black coat was boiling blood.

Without further words, Sabo knew very well that he had to enter the game, otherwise the man in front of him would definitely pull the trigger, he wouldn't care if he could leave alive, he would definitely do it.

"I hate people like you. ”

Picking up the revolver, Sabo stared at the man in front of him, his fingers already on the trigger, he was waiting for his reaction, but the eyes under the brass mask were unwavering, which reminded Sabo of the northern seas, where the sea is always as calm as stagnant water, but when you touch it, the bone-chilling cold is more terrifying than any storm.

"I've played this many times, and the essence of this game is not luck, it's just the fear of death, and if you're scared, you're losing. ”

Sabo said and pulled the trigger, nothing happened, cold sweat ran down the slit of the mask, Sabo remained calm, and then placed the revolver in the center of the table.

"I know that this is a psychological war, and the winners are always those who are strong-willed, and the madmen who are not afraid of death. ”

Lorenzo took the revolver and put it to his head without a pause.

"What kind of person do you think you are, a strong-willed person, or a madman?" asked Sabo.

"You'll know. ”

Pulling the trigger, it was an empty slot, and Lorenzo threw the gun in the center again.

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

The atmosphere has become hot and hot at some point, and the music has become excited, like the military music of war, pushing a lot of enthusiasm like a wave, looking at the relief on the bullet nest, the ghosts and gods seem to come to life, they fight and roar with each other, and finally they are reduced to ashes in the fire of the sky.

"You have a lot of courage. ”

Sabo praised it and raised it again, but this time it was so heavy that he had to use all his strength to hold it, and Lorenzo's voice sounded faintly.

"You know, all gamblers are outlaws, we rely on that ruthlessness, and we can't show any timidity, once you show ...... Even when you have that little fear in your heart, you have already lost, just like a swordsman wielding a sword, even half a minute of hesitation will cause his head to be cut off by the enemy. ”

"You think I'm scared?"

Sabo felt as if he was being ridiculed, and he tried to pull the trigger, but no matter how hard he tried to touch it, the trigger wouldn't move.

He should have been fearless, but at this moment, countless emotions welled up in his heart, looking at the opposite side of the gaming table, Lorenzo's gray-blue eyes were still cold, just like the familiar northern seas.

It was an empty slot again, and in the end Saab pulled the trigger, but luckily the bullet wasn't there.

"It's your turn. ”

He pretended to be calm.

There are three shots left, and even if there are no bullets in the next round, then the last bullet in the third round will still be Lorenzo, and he will definitely die.

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

"Are you scared? It's too late for you to stop, I'll take your hands, but you're still alive. ”

Sabo advised, as he had said at the beginning, that this was a psychological warfare, and that he would lose if he had crushed the enemy's heart, and he had already thought of Lorenzo's next act of giving up his dignity and begging for mercy, and his other hand was under the table and clenched his gun.

Outlaws are always crazy, and Sabo had to prevent Lorenzo from finally refusing to fulfill his bet and instead firing fire.

Eve's face was already pale on the side, and she grabbed Lorenzo with her hand in the hope that this guy would stop this crazy move, and the probability of death would increase infinitely if she continued, she knew very well that the so-called half was just.

"Are you crazy?"

Lorenzo turned his head to look at her, the girl was really beautiful, worthy of the princess of Phoenix, even the mask could not hide her sparkle, which reminded Lorenzo of taking the steam tram to the edge of the city, where there was empty green fields and blue sky, no steam towers and no dark clouds, beautiful as heaven, comforting, and the same was true of the girl in front of him.

"Today is my lucky day, today and after tonight. ”

As he spoke, the expected begging for mercy was gone, and Lorenzo had a crazy excitement on his face, and the feeling of madness could be felt even through the mask, which was the appearance of a gambler, the madness of the mountains.

Pinching the girl's fair cheeks fiercely, Lorenzo looked at Sabo Dao in front of him.

"You've already lost. ”

"I lost?"

Sabo thought that Lorenzo would intercede with the name of the Shrike, but he didn't think he would say such a thing?

"yes. It's psychological warfare, you say. But when you try to shake my mind, does that mean you're not sure you'll win?"

Lorenzo said and pulled the trigger, which was empty.

That's a weird feeling, gamblers can't admit defeat, they can't even have ideas, and when you admit defeat, it's a dead end.

Sabo suddenly felt a chill of surprise, this man had made all the preparations since he came here, this is a pure-willed man who will do whatever it takes to achieve an end.

"Saab, I won. ”

He made a declaration of victory, pulled the trigger again, and the nest of the bullet turned violently forward one square, and the complex machinery bit into each other with a faint spark, but in the end there was nothing, the death bullet remained in the magazine, and Lady Luck did not give up on him.

It was supposed to be a mortal game, but Lorenzo seemed to know where the bullet was, and crossed the two empty slots, leaving the final death to Sabo.

One last chance, with a bullet in it, and the muzzle pointed at Saab.

The bull's mask was already dripping with cold sweat, and this damn game was under this man's control from beginning to end, which was why he chose this game, a strong-willed person couldn't win at all, and no one thought that a madman could be the final winner of this game by pulling the trigger continuously.

"Make the bet, Saab. ”

Lorenzo didn't even sweat when the gun was pointed at him, for this man was accustomed to the brink of death.

"Aren't you afraid that I will regret it?"

Saab said coldly.

"As long as you are willing to give up your dignity, you can naturally regret it. ”

This is the price, the dignity that varies from person to person, for some people it can die for it, for others it does not exist at all.

Saab is a Viking, and even with the development of technology, they still have nostalgia for the old beliefs, and abandoning their dignity can only keep him from Valhalla forever.

The four eyes met, like swordsmen holding the hilt of a sword, they met in a narrow way, and only one of them could leave alive.

Eve looked at the bull's mask, big drops of sweat dripping from the edge of the mask, like blood, staining the tablecloth dark, it was a very difficult decision, dignity still told Lorenzo everything.

"Damn it!"

Sabo scolded angrily and pulled out the gun under the table, but Lorenzo was faster than him, and the silver death knell was already fixed on his head in the next second, but he was still hesitating, once he pulled the trigger and could not get information, he would still die here, but at this moment there was a faster sword slashing.

It was a free-flying arm, holding a pistol that hadn't yet fired, blood splattering, staining the entire table red, and Sabo slit his throat before he could scream.

He died, not making a sound from beginning to end, and was killed by the ghostly sword, and finally collapsed on the edge of the table, and then the man took his place, and sat opposite Lorenzo, the blood-stained sword gently resting on the table, the edge of the blade cracked, and I don't know how many people he had killed.

"Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

The man's face seemed to be distorted and deformed by the squashed features, and with an oozing smile, he picked up the mask from 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, soaked in blood, the mask seemed to come to life, and behind the mask seemed to hide a man-eating demon.

"So...... It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Saab. ”

Lorenzo paused for a moment, and then said with a smile on his face.

The air seemed to freeze, like a cloud of lead.

Tonight's gamble is far from over.