Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

The timeline is pushed forward slightly.

Fika stood in front of Fick's door, originally wanted to tell Fick about his trip tonight, but after thinking about it, he thought it was not feasible and would come back soon, so he finally said nothing.

"I hope I can get some money..."

Fika casually took a cotton coat from her room and put it on, and went out, taking her recent work-study and all her pocket money and went to the Sailor Bar with the Iron Nails.

Okay, so let's introduce the introduction, the Sailor Bar with Iron Nails.

If you just listen to this name, many people will probably think that this is probably a bar owned by a Bolivan or even a Dosores, but in fact the owner is a Syracuse.

And it is the most representative race of Syracuse, the wolf, that is, the Ruper.

The shape of this bar is also different from ordinary bars, and its architecture is not an ordinary room, but directly supported by a huge canvas and a large number of logs.

It looks like a huge wilderness tent with a totem like a wolf soul, but it is completely different from the terms iron nails and sailors.

In fact, the name comes entirely from the fact that Martino, the owner of Syracuse, happened to pass by Dosores and saw that there was such a bar business booming there.

Too lazy to think of the name, he copied it, but he didn't expect that this bar business in the semi-wilderness area of Rem Bituo Steel Radish City was really good.

It's not like Syracuse has to watch out every day about whether he can hear news that he shouldn't hear when he eats a pizza, so he has also made his home here in Rembito for more than ten years.

But this Martino is a ruthless character, and he was once an iron-fisted rudder in the family, and later the family was inexplicably bloodbathed, and it took several turns to settle in Rembito.

The bars over there are just side hustles, gambling is the main business, and the regular wrist wrestling contests attract many local Rem Bituan people to participate.

However, ten gambling and nine scams are also fully applicable here, and no matter how the game changes, the dealer is always eat-all, horizontal and vertical can make money, clean, or red.

"It's really my first time in this kind of place.

Fika came to the front of the Iron Nail Sailor's Bar and looked up at the wolf totem at the front of the canvas, a little cringe.

"Hey... Little ghost, did you bring any money?"

asked one of the guards at the front bar who spotted Fika and stepped forward.

"Bring it, not much, can you go in?"

Fika took out all the money and looked at the guy.

"It's really small, but the one who brought the money is the guest, please come in." The

bartender pouted, not even in the mood to ask for an entrance fee, and waved his hand, signaling Fika to quickly leave his sight.

"Thank you. Fika

even politely said thank you and entered the inside of the bar through the doorway.

"This is the Sailor Bar with Iron Nails..."

Fika walked in and looked, only to feel that his brain had become chaotic.

Although it looks like a large canvas tent from the outside, the interior is covered with rich velvet carpets and bar tables and chairs.

Tonight's number one heavy lottery!! Iron-nailed boatswain Troyev has won fourteen straight victories! Oh my God, can anyone put an end to his giant Fidia-like stunt?"

"Now let's reveal... Crazy Moment! Good... Oh my God!! twenty-fold doubling, this is the largest doubling in the history of this tavern, both in debt and in earnings!" Fika

only felt as if his ears were soaked in a large swamp of explosive noise, but he had no choice but to endure, Alice was still waiting for himself to get the money to treat her.

I first went to the front desk, exchanged all my money for a small number of chips that I could hold in the palm of my hand, and then began to look around.

At this time, the bar was already crowded with strong men who were breaking their wrists, and there were red-eyed gamblers everywhere who shouted heartbreakingly, desperate to spit out their tongues and stuff them back.

Betting is actually very simple, nothing more than buying or losing, watching the odds to pay, but there is a huge turntable in the center of the field with four big words written on it for crazy moments.

Basically, I don't know when I will earn once, there are various multiples on it, and what has just turned to is the smallest square, twenty times, whether it is profit or liabilities all twenty times.

But the others are three or five times, the second largest is ten times, think at best, if you get the money and double it, will Alice's illness soon end

?

Fika thought innocently.

......

And at this time, the casino backstage.

"Boss, there is a fatty fish in our factory today!"

a bar guy hurriedly found the boss, Martino, lowered his tone, and said.

"What?"

said Martino, who was now counting the accounts, in a somewhat impatient tone.

"Fica, Fika Logs!"

said the guy to Martino in an excited tone:

"That Lornes family, his family has a mine! Come to our side to gamble money! Although his family's mine has not been doing very well recently, the skinny camel is also bigger than the horse!"

When Martino heard this, he put down the ledger in his hand, the Lornes family is near here, more precisely, the only one in this vicinity who can still be called a family is Lornes.

Since a fatty fish has come, it is not reasonable not to slaughter.

"Show me around.

Martino, led by the guy, looked down the stairs on the second floor of the tavern, and the guy was sharp-eyed, and quickly found Fika in the crowd and pointed with his hand:

"Boss, that's him."

Martino's eyes narrowed, and those who knew him well knew that at this moment there was definitely a fierceness brewing in his heart.

"I'll leave it to you.

Martino patted the guy, said to him, and left without looking back.

"Thank you boss for your appreciation!" the

guy was overjoyed, bending down in a low voice and shouting to Martino's back.

So next, Fika was pitted by one of the simplest innings.

The process of being pitted will not be repeated in words, because it is too simple and boring, simply put, let Fika win money first, and then Fika will naturally continue to increase the stakes.

Then find someone to blow the wind and persuade him to press the stud up, and then directly play a fake match, and then artificially manipulate the turntable of crazy moments to pull Fika's debt to a maximum of twenty times.

It's that simple.

Alas...... Fika, naïve boy, how can you play those elves in the casino?

...

And about ten minutes later, Fick also came to the Iron Nail Sailor Bar, and the guy at the door saw that he was eight points similar to Fica, rubbed his eyes, and asked:

"Didn't you just go in?

Before the guy could speak, Fick staggered his body and walked directly into the interior of the Iron Nail Sailor's Bar.

At this time, as soon as he entered the bar, Fick saw that the other gamblers had all left, and Fika was dragged by two strong men with his hands pressed against the wall.

Martino, the owner, sits in the middle of the bar, sipping a fine glass of whiskey.

“...... Let my brother go first. Around

Fick stood at least dozens of bar watchers, who were also competitors in the wrist-wrestling competition, but he was not daunted at all, and even stepped forward directly and sat opposite the bar owner Martino.

"Who are you?"

asked Martino, frowning.

"Fika's brother, Fick Logs.

Fick replied calmly.

"Boy, do you know how much money your brother owes so far?" and

Martino snorted in his nostrils, and said to Fika in an arrogant tone:

"Three thousand Rembitou gold coins!

Fica, who was held down by two strong men, shouted

: "Don't believe him! Fick! The last game was a fake match! I heard it, and I saw someone behind the wheel of that crazy moment man-made the black box!" Martino

poured himself another glass of whiskey and said to Fick:

"You know?

"The value that a healthy adult can extract is about fifteen hundred rembiton coins.

"In other words, you add Fika and you can just pay off the debt." Hearing

this, Fika yelled at

Fick:

"Run-Fick!!Get home!!"

Fick shrugged, even if he didn't look back, he could know that he was already standing behind him, and the gate must have been blocked to death.

"I think you seem to have made a mistake about something... Mr. Martino.

As a result, Fick's voice made Martino stunned.

"Well, what did I get wrong? Lornes, that's the last name, right?"

Martino propped his right elbow on the table, his index finger against his nose,

and said in a surprised tone:

"Don't worry... I'm not some vicious Sakaz devil.

He even gracefully poured a glass of whiskey for Fick, saying to him:

"Come, bunny, you haven't tasted the pub yet, as I warned Martino, in Syracuse, if you have not drunk spirits before you die, you are the most cowardly man."

Fick gently took the whiskey in his hand, and as it swayed, Fick could see a reflection in the silvery-white liquid—a sharp blade.

It waited for itself to drink, cut open its esophagus, and rolled painfully on the ground in exchange for a burst of amused laughter from Martino and the other helpers.

"I think you misunderstood, Mr. Martino.

Fick gently raised the whiskey, and Martino raised it as well, asking,

"Why do you say that?"

Fick's ghostly speed burst out, and he instantly stuffed the whiskey containing the blade in his hand and the glass directly into Martino's mouth.

"Since my brother Fika wants to come here in exchange for some money to treat my sister.

"Why don't you lowly beasts, lowly reptiles, kneel down and kowtow again, and then offer your money with both hands, acting like harmless animals in front of us, in exchange for a safe end

!!

?"

"Ah——!!!"

Martino suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, his eyes watching Fick change from calm to anger and fear, even everyone around him did not expect things to turn like this.