Super Live System

Chapter 288 Revolver Game

Whenever a casino walked into such a room, Fan Yan would follow and watch, watching each gambler go from a glimmer of hope to despair, and then fall into the final madness.

But Fan Yan didn't expect that there would be a day when he would sit at the gambling table.

But it's okay, there is still a chance.

Fan Yan licked his lips. When he was playing these games, he also left loopholes early on.

"How about it, Young Master Chen, do you still want to gamble?" Fan Yan said oppressively.

Chen Zhen didn't answer, but turned his head, looked at Hashimoto Yui, and said with a chuckle, "You'd better be worth 100 billion."

This is the default!
"Yes, Master!"

Hashimoto Yui quickly adapted to his new identity, stood up, and sat next to Chen Zhen.

Fan Yan picked up the brass bullets and the revolver, and said with a smirk, "Young Master Chen, are you here to release the bullets?"

Chen Zhen pursed his lips and smiled, "No, I can trust you."

Yui Hashimoto's expression froze.

"Then I'm welcome!"

As Fan Yan said, he directly loaded the bullet into the clip, and then swiped the clip with five fingers.

The magazine spins very quickly.

"Clap!"

After turning the clip for a few seconds, Fan Yan closed it skillfully and pulled the safety off.

"Who goes first?"

Fan Yan turned his attention to Yui Hashimoto this time.

Hashimoto Yui said in a deep voice, "Please, Mr. Fan!"

Without further ado, Fan Yan picked up the revolver and aimed it at his temple.

"Click!"

Empty bomb!

Fan Yan exhaled slowly, then looked at Chen Zhen with a smile: "Young Master Chen, you only have 300 billion left."

Chen Zhen shrugged, with an indifferent expression on his face.

Yui Hashimoto took the revolver silently, and also pointed it at his temple:

"Click!"

"Mr. Fan, you still have 100 billion left."

"Humph!"

Fan Yan snorted coldly, then took the revolver:
"Click!"

Another blank.

Fan Yan handed the gun to Hashimoto Yui, and sneered, "It's your turn!"

Hashimoto Yui took the revolver, his eyes flickered, and after a long silence, he aimed at his temple again:
"Click!"

Another empty bomb!

This revolver has a total of six rounds, that is to say, one of the next two rounds must be live!
50.00% chance of survival!

Hashimoto Yui stared fixedly at Zuolun, his hands were intertwined, his nails were deeply buried in the flesh, and thin and bright red blood slowly flowed down the back of his hand.

Fan Yan took out the revolver, watched it carefully for a while, and suddenly said: "Young Master Chen, it's boring to play like this, why don't we bet big on the last two shots, all betting 400 billion. In addition, I can promise you a condition, As long as your bombs are empty, even if I die, I will still pay you 400 billion."

"Yes!" Chen Zhen readily agreed.

Fan Yan was taken aback. Although he had made a big concession, if Chen Zhen lost, he would just lose a slave girl who was not warmed up. He came empty-handed and returned empty-handed.

But Fan Yan was different, if he lost, not only would he have to lose his life, but he would also have to add another 400 billion.

The purpose of doing this, of course, is to win Chen Zhenfinger's chips.

But Chen Zhen agreed too quickly, and his intuition told Fan Yan that something bad was about to happen.

However, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.

The loss of 400 billion, plus the gift of a gold medal gambler's female slave, he said even if he had ten lives, it would not be enough to pay.

"Then I'll start!"

Fan Yan picked up the revolver, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger:

"Click!"

Empty bomb!

"Young Master Chen, it's your turn!" Fan Yan smiled grimly and put the revolver on the glass table.

The last shot must be live ammunition.

Even with a peerless appearance and style, how powerful and calculating, but facing the moment of death, everything that has nothing to do with strength will be as thin as a piece of window paper.

Hashimoto Yui picked up the revolver, his face pale.

It's called destiny.

Hashimoto Yui's mouth revealed a hint of sarcasm.

But when she brought the muzzle of the revolver to her temple and was about to pull the trigger, a strong hand took the revolver out.

"Such a pretty face is too ugly when it blooms." Chen Zhen played with the revolver and smiled lightly.

Hashimoto Yui blinked, his eyes full of doubts, astonishment and trance.

Fan Yan said coldly: "Young Master Chen, could it be that you want to quit?"

There is no such thing as quitting in the middle of a gamble. This is the rule of the Fortune Casino. If Chen Zhen breaks the rules, Fan Yan doesn't mind calling hundreds of thugs over to tidy him up and hang him at the gate to dry.

Chen Zhen smiled and said, "If I shoot this shot myself, does the game still count?"

"Of course!" Fan Yan replied, and at the same time, he thought to himself, this man surnamed Chen couldn't be really crazy, the last shot must have been a live ammunition, and he actually took his own life to play.

However, Fan Yan didn't mind, because with Chen Zhen's shot, the entertainment city didn't even have to lose the gold medal gambler.

But then, Fan Yan was completely dumbfounded.

Chen Zhen pointed the gun at his temple and pulled the trigger:
"Clap!"

Empty bomb!

Fan Yan suddenly stood up and roared loudly: "This is impossible!"

"You are allowed to cheat, but I am not allowed to cheat?"

Chen Zhen twitched the corner of his mouth, opened the magazine of the revolver, and poured out the brass bullet, only to see that the bullet had already transformed into a twist.

In this case, pulling the trigger is also the end of the jam.

Fan Yan's eyes widened.

Of course he cheated, but the way he cheated was to make a special mark on the magazine of the revolver. This mark is invisible to the naked eye and requires special props.

And Fan Yan ordered such props from abroad at a high price, and made them look like contact lenses.

He had put on the contact lens since he returned to the gaming table outside and set the trap.

But for some reason, Chen Zhen saw that Fan Yan was cheating at a glance.

But that's not the point.

The point is, Chen Zhen also cheated, and the cheating method was almost barbaric. He directly used Hua Qijue to knead the bullets in the revolver into twists.

Fan Yan sat back on the sofa chair, his face was pale, his eyes were straight and expressionless, as if he was half dead.

"800 billion, tell your bosses, I'll pick it up tomorrow!" Chen Zhen stood up and said calmly.

"who are you?"

Fan Yan suddenly realized that this was the trap. From the moment Chen Zhen entered the entertainment city, what they thought were fat sheep became butchers, and instead slaughtered them like fat sheep!
Chen Zhen patted his forehead and sighed, "My surname is Chen, and my single name is Zhen. How many times do you want me to say it?"

Fan Yan stared fixedly at Chen Zhen.

"Okay, if I have to go into more detail, I'll tell your boss, a swordsman who sees injustice, a benevolent person, a kind southerner——Chen Zhen, visit everywhere!"

Chen Zhen grinned and snapped his fingers at Yui Hashimoto.

The latter obediently followed behind him and walked out of the small room.

When Chen Zhen's figure returned to the hall, the noisy hall instantly became dead silent, and everyone watched the three of them as if they were watching a ghost.

(End of this chapter)