After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

In underground gambling, if there is still basic order in the upper space, you can gamble until you lose all your pants, but you can still walk out with two legs.

Then in the lower space, the bottom line of order is completely different.

It is a "slaughterhouse" for human beings, where everything can be clearly marked with a price.

An eyeball, a kidney, a pair of hands, even a life

As long as you have the final say on something, you can use it as a bargaining chip to gain a chance to change your life.

In front of a gaming table in the lower space, a man and a woman sat facing each other, with a thick stack of 1000 monthly banknotes in front of them.

The man held a revolver in his hand and slowly put the barrel into his mouth. His face, which had not been washed for a long time and was stained with dirt, twisted unconsciously. His bloodshot eyes were wide open and his breathing was as heavy as a cow.

"Click." The trigger was pulled.

Nothing happened.

The man's breathing became obviously slower, and his eyes began to fill with provocation. He threw the revolver in front of the woman with his backhand: "It's your turn. If you don't dare to play, just admit defeat."

The woman picked up the revolver without any delay, pointed it directly at her temple and pulled the trigger, so fast that no one around her could react.

"despair."

Still nothing happened.

"It's your turn." The woman threw the revolver back.

It was obvious that the man's eyes began to wander and he hesitated.

Seeing this, the surrounding audience began to boo:

"Hurry up! Don't be a coward and kill this dog farm!"

"There are only three shots left, just a one-third chance. If your gun misfires, the pressure will be on her side. What is there to be afraid of?"

"It's so funny that you can't even play with women? You're such a loser."

Perhaps the phrase "turtle man" stimulated the man. With a grimace on his face, he grabbed the revolver and stuffed it into his mouth, then pulled the trigger hard.

"Bang!" The impact from the muzzle of the gun directly shook his cheek into a wave shape. The bullet penetrated the oral structure and flew out from the back of his head. Blood sprinkled a radial trace on the back wall.

"Plop." He fell into a pool of blood, trembling and motionless for a moment.

After a brief silence, the audience sighed at the man's body:

"It's a pity that Gouzhuang won again."

"It's really just a close call. This kid is unlucky."

"It's pretty good. In middle age, you still have to rely on gambling to make money, and you don't have much hope for life. Let's reopen it as soon as possible."

The woman took the smoking revolver from the man's corpse, wiped the blood and saliva from the gun barrel on his clothes, threw the thick banknotes to her companion, turned and left, without looking at him again. .

At the main counter, the boss of this underground gambling venue nodded with satisfaction.

No money was won, the atmosphere was still in place, and today was another lively night.

"Throw the body into the incinerator and wipe away the blood." The leader ordered his companions, and then shouted to everyone at the top of his lungs, "Is there anything else you want to play? Win once and you will be happy for a lifetime. Luxurious cars and beautiful women are waiting for you guys. Scumbag!"

A desperate gambler had just died, and everyone was afraid to step in for a while, so they were all waiting and watching.

At this time, a voice sounded: "Yes, I want to play."

Su Mo took Qi Ling and squeezed out from the crowd.

Their bright clothes were incompatible with their surroundings, and they instantly became the focus of discussion:

"Where did this young boy come from? He's still holding a girl's hand."

"Hey kid, are you tired of living and want to die? Just go ahead and I'll help you raise your girlfriend, haha."

"This girl's white silk stockings are really strong. I can't even imagine how fragrant it is when I put it on and take a sip."

The leader looked up and down at Su Mo, who was dressed in youthful clothes, and said mockingly: "You are still a student, right? Why are you taking a big gamble here after borrowing a campus loan and not being able to pay it back?"

Su Mo choked back: "There's so much nonsense, are you allowed to play?"

"Hey, you have quite a temper." The leader crossed his arms and said casually, "Hey, anyone can come and play with me. What do you want to play?"

Su Mo closed his fingers and made a shooting gesture to his temple: "Roulette, bet on your life."

The audience whistled all around, and the leader also shouted happily: "Okay, I have the guts!"

He slapped a revolver on the table, turned on the screen behind him and said, "Here's the price, 3 apiece. The more bullets you put in it, the higher the price. How many do you want?"

Su Mo smiled briefly and slapped the revolver away from the table: "I don't want this one."

He pointed to a strange, sci-fi-style revolver on the wall and said, "I want the 36-round one."

The audience immediately booed, and the leader rolled his eyes at him.

Ordinary revolvers have a 6-round magazine. Even if only one bullet is inserted, there is a one-sixth chance of "winning", which is very exciting.

The revolver on the wall is a high-tech firearm that came out in recent years. It uses needle-shaped bullets and the bullet body is very small, so the magazine wheel can only accommodate such an outrageous number of 36 rounds.

If only one needle-shaped bullet is inserted into this kind of revolver, the probability of winning is less than 3%.

This is for the most useless cowards.

The leader took off the revolver and put it on the table. He looked at Su Mo with disdain and said, "Why do you come here to me if you care so much about your life? You only get 2000 bullets for this gun, so hurry up and get out."

Su Mo: "When did I say I only wanted one bullet?"

The leader was puzzled: "How many do you want?"

A sharp light flashed in Su Mo's eyes, and his voice suddenly echoed throughout the audience: "I want 35!"

In an instant, it was as if a sharp blade had cut through him, cutting off all sounds.

Gradually, the noise started again, and the horrified voices were like a wave, almost overturning the ceiling.

"Fuck, did I hear that right? 35?!"

"I'm not good at math. Can anyone calculate the probability of getting shot in the head?!"

"Awesome, brother! Come on! Beat this dog farm to death!"

Since the establishment of this gambling venue, and even the development of the entire Yadong to this day, the revolver game has been famous for its cruelty and efficiency.

This game doesn’t have that many bells and whistles, nor does it have any technical content.

Just load bullets into it. The more bullets you load, the higher the price.

Then just shoot him in the head.

When you die, your life begins again.

The money that is not dead is yours.

It's that simple.

The leader has seen this coward with one bullet in a 36-round revolver.

The boss has also seen the madman with 6 bullets in 5 revolvers.

36 bullets in 35 rounds of revolver? Could it be that he couldn't afford a coffin and asked someone to collect his body?

The leader couldn't sit still, he slapped the table and angrily shouted: "You are just taking advantage of me for fun, right? Believe it or not, someone will destroy you!"

Su Mo glared and poked the leader's shoulder with his finger: "You talk a lot of nonsense. In one sentence, do you want to play or not?"

The surrounding audience were shouting crazy:

"Let's play, Dog Village, play with him!"

"People who risk their lives are not cowards. Why are you, the one who pays for it, so cowardly?"

"If you don't play with him today, I will scold you for a year, and my brothers and I will never come here again!"

There is a special algorithm between the number of bullets and the bonus in the Revolver game.