Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 537
Qi Lin turned his head and saw that it was a very young officer, maybe less than 20 years old, but the military rank on his shoulders was already a major. Most of the buttons were unbuttoned, exposing most of his chest.

To be honest, this sloppy look doesn't look like a soldier at all, but rather looks like those gangsters who used to pass the time in the billiard hall in the old days.

As soon as the major finished speaking, the officers who were sitting around surrounded him. Many interested eyes looked back and forth at Qi Lin, and among these unkind eyes, Qi Lin was even more Feeling provocative.

He finally understood what was going on—these officers should be a small group, and they turned this obsidian billiards club into an "officer's club", but today, Qi Lin, an "outsider", suddenly broke into After coming in, these guys naturally want him to show off.

"I understand, I understand, it's all a routine to pretend to be aggressive." Qi Lin touched his nose, said with a wry smile, and patted the major on the shoulder.

Facing Qi Lin who played cards completely unreasonably, the red-haired major was obviously a little dazed, he was stunned for two seconds before reacting, forced a narrow expression, and sneered: "What are you talking about? ——Why, don’t you dare?”

As if to cooperate with the red hair, there was a suppressed booing among the officers onlookers. At this time, even the few officers who were still playing over there put down their clubs and joined the queue of onlookers.

"What are you afraid of?" Qi Lin shrugged, let alone billiards, even if it was a fight, it would probably be no problem for him to deal with all the officers of the club alone.

"Well, you go first or I go first, you choose, save me saying that I'm bullying the newcomer." A cue was immediately thrown from the side, and the red hair reached out to catch it, and then took one out of his pocket " Chocolate," rubbing the tip of the cue lightly a few times.

"Let me go first." Qi Lin chose to go first. For this kind of guy who came to the door by himself, he didn't need to let the other party.

However, just when Qi Lin was about to kick off, Hongmao stopped him again.

"Wait a minute, according to the rules here, every billiard game has to be played at least for a lottery, otherwise it would be meaningless to fight, everyone thinks?" Red-haired Qilin said, and the crowd of onlookers also echoed.

"Gambling, right? How do you play it?" Naturally, Qi Lin would not refuse to take advantage of someone who offered to send money to his door.

"Well, it's divided into internal and external games. The external game is played by them, and the club is the banker, while the internal game is played by the two of us."

Qi Lin immediately understood that the external market is similar to the general gambling method. Players see who has the best chance of winning, so they bet on who. As for the meaning of the internal market, it means a bet between two people. The next amount, once the winner is determined, the loser will have to pay the winner this amount of resource points.

The Obsidian Club apparently often held such events. A billiard table was quickly emptied and turned into a gambling table for betting. The waiter took out a large box of plastic chips from the backstage.

Qi Lin glanced at the gambling table, and saw that the odds of the two sides were one to five, betting Qi Lin was [-] for [-], and betting for Hongmao was [-] for [-].

Although the odds were so disparate, the chips on Hong Mao's side were piled up like a hill, while Qi Lin only had a few pitiful blue chips on his side.

The blue chip is the chip with the lowest face value, and the value of one chip is only ten resource points.

If Qi Lin couldn't participate in the external market, he really planned to bet on himself a hundred golden chips-the face value of the golden chips was [-] resource points.

"The amount of the internal disk is set at 1000 points. What do you think? Don't tell me that people who come to play in Obsidian can't even get [-] points?" Hong Mao looked at Qi Lin and said with narrowed eyes.

"One thousand points is too little, one hundred thousand." Qi Lin said expressionlessly.

"What did you say?" Hongmao was taken aback for a moment. The moment Qi Lin said one hundred thousand, he almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"One hundred thousand." Qi Lin repeated.

"Gudong." Hongmao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face was beating wildly, he hesitated for a long time, and then he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! It's refreshing enough, one hundred thousand is one hundred thousand! But let me say first, if you lose, you can't get it then If you have a lot of money, it will not be so easy to leave here."

"Understood, why do you talk so much bullshit?"

After Qi Lin finished speaking, he ignored the distorted expression on the red hair, leaned directly on the table, and hit the center of the white ball accurately with the cue.

"Boom-"

The power was transmitted from the club to the white ball, and the white ball immediately moved and hit the fifteen balls arranged in a triangle.

They play the very common eight-ball American pool, and as long as the side can be the first to pocket its own seven balls and "black eight", it can win.

Accompanied by a clear and pleasant collision sound, the fifteen balls immediately scattered, and the number nine ball rolled to the corner first, and rolled into the bottom pocket crisply and neatly.

"Number [-], it's a suit ball, good luck." Hong Mao said on the side, but his face was not good-looking - the tee shot pocketed, this is not such a surprising thing, even for beginners, as long as luck It is good enough, and there is a high chance that it will "work hard to create a miracle", but when the billiard ball is marked with a price tag of [-] resource points, every ball that falls into the bag seems to have hit the little red-haired ball heavily. on the heart.

However, this is not over yet. No.11, which is also a suit ball, bounced back after hitting the edge of the table. Although there was not much kinetic energy on the No.11 ball at this time, it still rolled over slowly. It fell into the middle bag with a plop.

"Your luck... is really good..." The corner of Hongmao's mouth has already started to twitch. If it is a normal operation to pocket two kickoffs, it is already a rare situation, let alone this Both balls are of the same suit.

In an instant, Qi Lin's remaining balls were reduced by a quarter.

Qi Lin continued to hit the ball, the white ball rolled close to the edge of the table, and directly hit the NO. , and fell into the bottom pocket on the opposite side without any mistakes.

"Flipping the bag" is also a common technique in billiards, but the angle of this ball is very tricky. The white ball almost passes through the edge of the second ball and the fourth ball. It was the fourth ball, and Qi Lin fouled.

(End of this chapter)