Thriller Trainee

This is an open conspiracy.

If someone else had called out all in, perhaps the people at the gambling table would not have followed suit. But Zong Jiu was only a C-level trainee, and he called him "senior" so sweetly, respectfully placing himself in the position of a junior. Once he said this, it was equivalent to flattery.

If the juniors followed suit, it would be embarrassing if the seniors didn't.

But even so, no one expected that No.1 would choose to give up the game so straightforwardly. Just like everyone didn't expect that this C-level would not show any fear in the face of so many S-level occasions, and even set up a trap in secret.

Just when everyone thought that this adult was going to teach his white-haired C-level a lesson, the scene in front of them shocked everyone again.

Under the golden dome, two figures, one black and one white, confronted each other at the gambling table.

The devil in a black suit rested one hand on the gambling table, with an ambiguous smile on his face, leaning forward slightly, and the surrounding atmosphere was filled with a tacit sense of embarrassment, shrouded in shadows, dangerous and charming.

From the outside, the man looked more like a well-dressed, elegant professor with a heavy bookish atmosphere, but unfortunately, the death and madness attached to his gestures betrayed him.

No.1 This move, let alone facing a C-level newcomer. Even for a famous old man, for those trainees ranked in A-level, it is a huge, unimaginable honor and gift.

The more desperate the environment, the more it can create such a twisted and extreme fanaticism of personal worship, and the more people will hope to draw spiritual strength from faith.

And now, the scene in front of us is the best representative.

The sight of countless people almost burned through Zong Jiu's back.

The wrist under the white glove is bony and full of explosive power, which makes the bouquet of red roses more vivid.

Opposite the rose, the white-haired young man stood tall, his thin lips tightly pursed, and his pupils were heavy.

Now this look in the eyes of others is like the appreciation from the predecessors, the encouragement and support given to the younger generation.

Only Zong Jiu himself knows what kind of dangerous situation he is in now.

The high shadow cast down, mixed with the deep and heavy malice that makes people breathless, the cold murderous aura is like a sharp blade, pressing straight into the skull along the forehead, making people's scalp numb.

It only targets one person, and only covers him in that circle.

Zong Jiu still did not move, and even did not bother to turn his eyes.

No matter how terrible the murderous intention of the person opposite him is, his expression seems calm.

Of course, excluding his already tense muscles and the natural body reaction when facing extreme danger.

The man chuckled, "It's really interesting. I thought it was just two identical cards, but I didn't expect you to have such a surprise in your hand."

"I kind of believe that prophecy."

No.1's voice was low and soft, like a bow on the bass string of a cello: "You are the first one who dares to threaten me in such a long time."

Not only the first one, but also the one that excited him the most, making his cold blood boil.

Like a child who found a new toy, the demon's dark golden cold pupils were full of interest. The boredom and lack of interest in the game were all swept away, and he became eager to try.

Zong Jiu still didn't speak. But he felt the other party's subtext of "If you don't take the rose, I will kill you on the spot."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he finally stretched out a stiff hand and reluctantly took the red rose.

The murderous aura was swept away.

The man showed a satisfied smile.

Even without the intention to kill or evil thoughts, he could still feel the indescribable horrible pressure when confronting this person. Even the air was shrunken, strangling his throat and spinal cord.

His body was using all the stress reactions to tell him how terrible the person in front of him was.

Zong Jiu's eyes were trembling.

It was not because of fear. In fact, he had never experienced the feeling of fear.

The white-haired young man was also excited, unconsciously excited. Because he had met a worthy opponent. And because of the trembling and pleasure he got from walking on the edge of death.

"Today, these are the first meeting gifts."

The devil looked at him with a smile, but his eyes fell on Zong Jiu's hands.

Zong Jiu realized that under the pressure just now, his fingers had already been extremely cold.

Because of his high concentration, he did not notice that the rose stem still had sharp thorns.

The thorns easily cut his fingers that turned white due to the force.

Scarlet blood meandered down from the hideous wound that even the owner had not noticed, and slowly flowed along the protruding blue blood vessels on the pale skin, outlining a strange and beautiful picture like a vine, more gorgeous than the color of petals, with great visual conflict.

The man stepped forward, pointed at the white-haired young man's finger from a high position, and then pulled it away lightly like a feather.

The spotless white gloves were stained with a shocking piece of blood, which slowly spread around.

The devil squinted his eyes and slowly took off the gloves, and suddenly lowered his head to whisper in his ear.

A few strands of black hair fell on the white-haired shoulders, which was extremely abrupt.

"Look forward to more surprises from you in the future."

The skin was smooth and flat at the fingertips touched by the gloves.

The wound was gone.

......

After No. 1 left, the whole Las Vegas was boiling.

Unlike before, this time, the white-haired young man was met with a genuine stream of burning gazes.

I don’t know what No.1 did, and only they could hear the conversation afterwards.

So the whole process was seen by others as the adult personally giving his token to the white-haired newcomer. The newcomer was too excited and didn’t hold the bouquet firmly, which resulted in a cut on his finger. The demon then condescended to treat him, fully expressing his appreciation for him.

“What did that just mean? The adult actually appreciated this newcomer so much…”

People were talking in whispers. The fanatical admirers did not even hide their jealousy, "He is just a C-level, how can he get the adults' favor?"

"But what virtue does a C-level trash have to make the adults look at him?"

"That's right, he did so much before, both Landlord and poker, it turns out that he was thinking about this."

"Think about it carefully, if you can take this opportunity to leave an impression in front of that adult, even if it's just a little bit that slips through your fingers, you will definitely have nothing to worry about in the future."

Originally, in the eyes of the old people, Zong Jiu was just a newcomer with a strong momentum who needed to be beaten. Now after No. 1's actions, many followers regard him as a thorn in their eyes.

No one knows when the devil became a legend. There is no doubt that when any survivor in the infinite loop knew him, he was already an unreachable position on the top of the cloud.

For so many years, he has been so high and mighty, cruel and ruthless, and has never shown any interest in anyone even close to the word "friendly".

But now, it was broken because of a little C-level trainee.

In the eyes of those who worship him as a god, this is tantamount to breaking the boundaries. No one would want a god to step down from the altar, and gods will not make mistakes, so all the hatred caused by jealousy is transferred to Zong Jiu.

It is hard to say that the devil is not intentional. Zong Jiu has always been willing to use the greatest malice to speculate on him. Even if it is not intentional, it is also in the mood of watching the show.

However, in this discussion that is like a whistling wave, the white-haired young man remained motionless and maintained a posture.

He stared at the rose in his hand and smiled in his heart.

The reason why he was so calm before was because Zong Jiu knew very well that No. 1 could not do anything at this moment.

Although the trainees are in a competitive relationship with each other, the main system announced the iron rule of not killing each other as early as the beginning of the game, which is also the confidence of Zong Jiu.

And the other party's subsequent behavior made Zong Jiu confirm that his thinking was correct, otherwise the devil would not even open his trump card and directly choose to withdraw from the gambling. According to this idea, the news that [No. 1 is the mentor] is undoubtedly quite important.

There is no doubt that this time, Zong Jiu won. Not only did he win, but he also won beautifully.

The only thing to say now is the price of this comeback.

The news from the mentor threatened the devil and also exposed Zong Jiu himself.

The most fatal thing is that this secret is obviously extremely important.

As we all know, dead people don't speak. Zong Jiu is not only alive, but also alive and kicking.

It is conceivable what kind of storm he will experience in the future.

But of course, after Zong Jiu knew that the No.1 vest still chose to retaliate and win back, he expected this outcome.

Just because he killed the doctor with a hammer in the mental hospital, the mentor gave him an F grade, and this grudge could not be let go. Anyway, the prophecy said that the two of them would be mortal enemies, and the feud had already been made before, Zong Jiu didn't care about this. He was born with a vengeful character, and he believed that the devil was not a person with magnanimous virtues.

At worst, Zong Jiu still had the tarot cards in his hand, and he was not afraid at all.

The most important thing is that it's all worth it.

Because that's a full million chips!

The chips in Las Vegas are exchanged for survival points at a one-to-one ratio. With these chips, Zong Jiu can not only restore his hands, but also strengthen his hands to the peak level of human physical fitness, surpassing the past.

Zong Jiu had already thought about it when he was in the room.

With a million chips, it's natural to have hands, and the dynamic vision of a magician is also very important. The eyes can be strengthened to the peak level. In addition, his strength and fighting skills can be strengthened. Zong Jiu felt this when he fought with Zhuge An in the toilet of the mental hospital. Strengthening or not strengthening is a world of difference, and he must not suffer a loss in this regard.

The remaining chips, minus the part that Zong Jiu exchanged and mortgaged with his life, can still leave some redemption props.

Some redeemable props in Las Vegas are really interesting, and Zong Jiu has noticed them early.

One of the props is called [Strange Black Dark Box], which is an A-level prop.

This prop is very interesting. As long as the owner wants, he can take out what he wants from it anytime and anywhere.

In fact, the system backpack also has this function. Unfortunately, the system backpack can only hold special items, not other items, so it can only be abandoned.

The items that can be taken out of the dark box are limited to ordinary items, such as ropes, scissors, kitchen knives, candles, etc., and like Zong Jiu's tarot cards, there is a cooling time limit.

Although it is not an offensive prop and its functionality is relatively useless, it can be said to be tailor-made for magicians.

Because the secret box can be opened anytime and anywhere, it is equivalent to having a portable interdimensional space. Zongjiu can take out things from anywhere in the next second.

As we all know, magicians need to prepare before performing magic. With this secret box, it means that Zongjiu can start his performance anytime and anywhere, which is a must-have for home and travel. The magician's gospel.

The second prop is called [Stand-in Doll], which is also an A-level prop.

Compared with the black box that no one cares about, the stand-in doll is almost at the top of the wish list of all horror trainees.

Nothing but the special nature of this prop. It can withstand a fatal crisis for its owner when he encounters life or death danger.

Although the stand-in doll is a one-time consumable prop, it is equivalent to an extra life!

Looking at all the special props that have appeared in the infinite loop, except for the "Book of the Dead" that once appeared in the S-level dungeon "Ramses", there have never been any other props that can protect the lives of survivors.

The "Book of the Dead" is an S-class item. After the death of the former holder dissipated, no one among the tens of millions of survivors has it yet, and only a few words of record remain.

Now that such a precious life-saving tool has appeared, everyone naturally yearns for it.

It's just that the main system intends to support newcomers. The low-level props of F-level and E-level are as cheap as cabbage sold on the street. The higher the level, the chips are a bit scary. Especially the stand-in doll, the treasure of the town's casino.

It is also an A-level item, but its price is more than twice as high as the black box.

According to his original plan, even if he made a huge fortune, he would only have to replace it with a black cassette and put his hands back.

As we all know, body enhancement is the most expensive.

Because of this, Zong Jiu did not include this doll in his must-have range at first.

But he didn't expect that the devil insisted on giving him warmth in the cold winter. Suddenly, one million chips came up, and all the planned and unplanned enhancement exchanges were arranged at once, which was gratifying.

Since the biggest god didn't say anything, it was even less likely that the others would say anything.

After receiving the purple gold card from the purple dealer respectfully, Zong Jiu looked calm but felt happy in his heart.

The blond saint stood up from his seat with a smile without any haze on his face: "Congratulations, little brother."

The exorcist on the side said a few polite words and turned to leave with Azan in black.

Those two A-levels looked at him and almost ate him alive. It's a pity that even though they have emotions, no one dares to hinder them from doing something openly towards Zong Jiu, a guy who has gained favor. So they gave Zong Jiu a last evil look, turned around and left.

Only one person didn't leave.

The man in neat military uniform stood up, his thick cloak raised behind him, and the handle of the knife flashed with a cold light. The shadow from the brim of his military cap casts a rather inhumane look on his chiseled, deep profile.

He walked up to Zong Jiu, his unsmiling face still cold.

"You've changed a lot."

Fan Zhuo took a deep look at the white-haired young man, his gaze paused imperceptibly on the almost dried blood on his fingertips, his dark red eyes dimmed, and he turned and left without looking back.

If it weren't for this expression, Zongjiu would have almost forgotten that No. 2 is a half-vampire.

Thinking of this, he brought his hand back slightly, twirling the roses casually on his fingertips, and then handed them to the dealer in purple.

The barrage exploded directly.

[Wait, it’s not what I thought, is it? ? ? 】

[Those are the devil's roses, the devil's? ? Did he just plan to give it away like this? 】

[No, no, no, no, no, I can guarantee that even if I couldn’t anger No. 1 before, I will definitely be able to do so now. This white-haired newcomer is really a master at seeking death, absolutely amazing]

[What are you thinking upstairs? It must be impossible. How could he be so brave to fight against the devil? 】

However, it turns out that Zongjiu is really courageous.

"Beautiful lady."

The white-haired young man smiled and said: "It was your lucky deal that allowed me to win. I think you deserve it more than me."

It's so delicious to fight against the devil, one million chips at a time, I even wish I could do it a few more times, gkd!