Catherine looked at her nephew without concealment, her long lanky hands clasped tightly under the countertop, and the air was flowing through the air with bioelectric currents that were impossible for human sight, hearing, smell, touch, and taste, and some sensitive people might feel a "strange wind" passing in front of their eyes, but at this time, probably no one would care about this - those sitting at the table certainly need to be attentive, and the overseers, The bookkeeper and the managers and guards at the top of the staircase were not yet ready to relax or slack off, and as for the onlookers (after Ivan's men took control of the situation, the guards stopped asking them to leave, but did not allow them to get too close), their mood was more exuberant than the six involved in the wheel of death, and some people were already starting to sit in the bank—betting on who would be the first victim, some on Catherine, some on Sasha, the most on Hopkins, almost none on Ivan, His two female companions were also very few, and they were not ordinary people, they knew what was going on here, and no one wanted to show mercy to the prey that had fallen into the snare, let alone raise objections or help them out of obvious danger - the initial shock had passed, and they were thrilled by the predictable bloody scene, the adjacent Baccarat table vacated, and the ashtray representing the position of the six men pressed under the piles of chips and cash. Using the Reader ,!.. 【Shrimp Literature】

They open their eyes wide, their tongues out, their nostrils open, and they eagerly look forward to the death of a man, like a flock of brown hyenas in the savannah or vultures hovering in the hot air, layer upon layer, and the swarm of malice and "pleasure" makes Catherine breathless.

Her gaze fell on Dr. Hopkins's chiseled face, and he quickly noticed it, turned his head, and smiled at her, his small, white teeth "revealed" a ceramic sheen in the bright light.

Beelzebub stood motionless, but the muscles in his legs and shoulders began to tense, and the man standing behind him noticed that the cold weapon against the boy's spine was weighty: "Don't move. "I can make a big hole in your body at once," said the man. Get your stomach running all over the floor - and you don't want to do anything until then. ”

Sasha. Hopkins had already picked up the gun, which was a bit big for him, and he had to lower his elbows and tilt the shaft slightly. In order to ensure that the muzzle of the gun was aimed at his temple, he looked at the other side before firing the shot, and the woman who was said to be the two "color" of Ivan's daughter and mistress at the same time was more panicked than anyone before, her fingers nervously scratching at the green "color" felt countertop, and her lips trembled - she rubbed the rather showy rose "color" lipstick. A thick layer, sprinkled with gold dust - Sasha had long learned from his father how to read lips, and even if she didn't speak the lingua franca, he could understand what he was talking about.

She's saying, "That's him, that's him." It's ...... him."

Sasha looked at her and slowly pulled the trigger, and the area around the table had become eerily silent. "Click". Everyone heard, and after a few seconds of silence, the gamblers shouted, most of them lamenting their bad luck. Only a few people waved the note in their hands and were ecstatic.

Ivan's revolver was of the six-shot type with one bullet in it. And there were six of them, that is, one of them must have been shot in the head, and now Ivan, his dark-haired female companion, Catherine, and Hopkins had all gone under the scythe of death, and she was the only one who hadn't touched the gun.

"Unfortunately, you guessed wrong." Sasha said, placing the gun flat on the table and gently pushing it over, "I guess I didn't get you wrong?" ”

Like Ivan, a young woman with a thin pale yellow "color" of hair stared at Sasha with a vicious look in her eyes.

"It's your turn."

She turned her head sharply, her eyes suddenly became desperate when she realized that it was Ivan, she wanted to say something, but Ivan raised a hand in advance, "Don't say too much, my little darling," the woman instinctively trembled as his palm fell, but this time Ivan didn't beat her, "Pick up the gun," he repeated, "We'll have to go through the procedure." ”

She hesitated, and Ivan gently stroked her neck, "Go, go," he said in a sweet and amiable tone, "We don't have much time - trust me, I'll do what I said before." ”

Ivan's daughter, or mistress, looked at the stack of chips that shrouded Ivan's shadow - Hopkins's 200 million yuan was transferred by Ivan to the casino's vault, and he immediately exchanged 50 million chips and demanded that they be piled up on the table. Ivan did announce the rule - 50 million for a bullet, if the money was Ivan's, she would have a hard time making up her mind, but she quickly thought that this money was obtained by Ivan from the unlucky ghost opposite - if you can give 200 million, you can give more, Ivan will not care about the money, he just wants to make a gesture to prove to people that the gamble is "fair and just", she knows Ivan, he is a lewd villain, but he always wants people to think of him as a hero and a gentleman.

She wiped her wet hands on her skirt, a crack in her fingernails, but she didn't even notice that she grabbed the gun and held it against her skull. She even wanted to smile and act better, but instead, her eyeliner and false eyelashes were melting—excess moisture washing over her cheeks and blurring her eyes and ears.

Ivan walked up behind her, and could be said to hold the pale yellow "colored" head with pity, and the stubby fingers were suddenly incredibly flexible, and he quickly grabbed the little finger that passed through the trigger circle and pressed it hard.

Catherine had seen human bodies and heads exploded by bullets more than once, but this was undoubtedly the most unexpected and disgusting thing she ever felt.

Ivan had enough money, but he never seemed to think of buying this bullet, because the muzzle of the gun was very close, and the bullet did not deform too much before it passed through the head of this young woman who was only about twenty years old, leaving two holes in the left and right temporal bones, the holes were not very large, blood gushed out of them, and her hair was cemented together. Ivan retrieved the gun from her hand, then let go, letting her body fall to the ground.

"Go on." Ivan slowly returned to his seat, he swallowed a mouthful of vodka, his expression relaxed, as if he had just gone to the toilet and drained some of the burden.

"Before we start a new round, maybe we should make the whole game a little fairer." Dr. Hopkins said, "There are only two of you now. ”

Ivan paused for a moment, and then he "revealed" a hideous smile: "You're right," he nodded at his dark-haired female companion, "We should be fair, the game has to be fair to be interesting." He pursed his lips: "So which of you leaves?" ”

"Sasha." Catherine immediately said: "I stay with him." ”

Ivan tilted his head, "What do you say, Mr. Hopkins?" ”

"Sasha leaves." Hopkins said.

"Okay." Ivan hooked the trigger arc and let the whole gun spin in his hand, whirring and whirring, and the man behind Sasha took a step back with the muzzle of the gun, and Sasha stood up, left the table, and stood side by side with Beelzebub, the barrel of which quickly returned to its original position.

Ivan stopped the gun with a whoosh, and with a dexterous stroke of his index finger, the empty chamber popped out, and he 'fumbled' his pocket, and in front of Hopkins and Catherine, he stuffed three bullets into the chamber – instead of the usual one.

"Fair." He said in a wry tone, his lips turning upwards to show off his extraordinarily thick, rubber-red gums.

"What an enjoyable game, don't you think? Catherine? ”

Dr. Hopkins said.

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)