Reborn in the end of the world, I scavenged in the empty city and bought for free

512 chapter

Even if someone pushed the door open, it would not attract other people's attention at this time. Everyone in the hall was completely focused on the man on the roulette wheel in the center of the field.

Yes, just as Gu Tongwan saw, the round table that was previously thought to be a huge roulette wheel was actually found to be standing up, and the man had his mouth covered and his limbs were tied at four angles. From the terrified expression on the man's face, it was not difficult to guess that this man was definitely not willing to become a clown in this hall.

"Liu Si, you can't blame us for this. It was you who had problems with the goods you traded, and now you can't pay compensation. Our boss gave you a chance to make it up. If you can survive later, then the matter of the goods will be written off. If you can't survive..."

The man who spoke smiled sinisterly, then raised his hand and gestured slightly. Then two tall and strong men came out carrying a box covered with black cloth.

"If you don't survive, you can only blame your bad luck. Remember to be more careful in your next life."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he walked to the box himself and pulled open the black cloth, revealing a butterfly burning with blue flames.

"Netherworld Butterfly! It's the Netherworld Butterfly!"

Someone in the crowd shouted in surprise, and then the crowd began to become agitated.

Gu Tongwan had never seen this kind of creature, so he turned his head to look at Chen Yanxi.

"The Nether Butterfly is a Class B mutant creature that can burn endless flames. Its flames are extremely difficult to extinguish and can burn for several years or even more than ten years. It lives in extremely cold areas with extremely harsh conditions. It is a mutant creature that only appears after extreme cold. However, if there are only a few Nether Butterflies, it is not enough to cause devastating harm. But if there are tens of thousands of Nether Butterflies, it can even directly destroy an entire village or a small tribe."

Chen Yanxi's voice sounded a little cold even amid the noisy crowd.

Gu Tongwan's gaze still lingered on the glass box, where there were five Nether Butterflies, whose wings were spread out with a layer of blue flames burning on them, which looked extremely beautiful. However, beneath this beauty was a terrifying death.

The man who spoke earlier had one hand on the glass box and the other hand knocking on the glass lid. "People say that the Nether Butterfly doesn't like the smell of humans and instinctively hates humans. I don't know if this is true. Someone happened to bring a few to our store today, so we can do an experiment."

Liu Si was obviously frightened silly, his face was full of fear, the cloth wrapped around him was stained with water, every part of his body was shaking violently from the cold, and he couldn't control his tears.

However, the people watching the fun around did not care about Liu Si's life or death at all. In their eyes, Liu Si was no different from an animal. He was just a part of today's live game.

Perhaps even Liu Si himself understood that he was doomed, so he looked desperately through the crowd, trying to find the last straw.

"Don't worry. Didn't I tell you this is just a game? Your life or death depends on luck." The man turned around, took a few throwing knives from the person next to him and handed them to one of the middle-aged men in suits.

"Boss Zhang, you just paid 10,000 points. Here are three flying knives. If a flying knife hits the red area, it means Liu Si is safe. If it hits the blue area, it means Liu Si needs to stay and work for our bank. If it hits the black area, then Liu Si can only blame his bad luck."

The man in the suit nodded repeatedly, and suddenly a sinister smile appeared on his face: "Oh, that's hard to say. This is my first time throwing knives. What if I accidentally kill someone?"

"Don't worry, our bank is fully responsible for handling this matter, and we will never let the news leak to the higher-ups." As he spoke, the man pointed his finger upwards. The "upward" here should refer to the ground base.

After listening to this, the middle-aged man smiled, obviously very satisfied with the way the man handled the matter.

The middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, and was about seven or eight meters away from the turntable. This was not too far, but if the turntable started to spin, the flying knife might not hit there after being shot out. If it hit the man's aorta directly, the man might die on the spot.

But if the man is a little luckier and the bullet hits other areas outside the man's body, such as the red or blue area, then the man will be lucky enough to survive, but if it is the black area, then what is waiting for the man may be the Nether Butterfly in the glass box.

"How on earth did this man offend this bank? It seems that they are unwilling to let him go."

People nearby who were equally unaware of the situation began to talk. After all, most of the people here had just come in, just like Gu Tongwan.

"He traded with fake goods, saying he would exchange an A-grade crystal core for 200L of gasoline. But after he exchanged the gasoline, the bank discovered that the so-called A-grade crystal core was defective, with signs of wear and tear on the surface, and not much energy inside. It was even inferior to an ordinary C-grade crystal core. This guy was found up there and brought down. He was lucky enough to think he would be fine on the ground, but he didn't think about the fact that this bank is backed by the Hawks, so how could it be so easily deceived?"

"Hawk faction? No wonder I said this bank was so grand. There was no one guarding outside, yet they dared to open the door to do business. And after entering, the decoration didn't look like an ordinary store. It turned out that people from two major factions were backing them. I can only say that the guy on the turntable was really bold. He better hope for the best this time."

Indeed, just as the people in the background were discussing, the decoration of the bank where this transaction was conducted had many hawkish features. For example, there were many eagle-related decorations on the walls, as well as vases with feathers and mutant eagle specimens, which were in line with the hawkish style of high-profile behavior.

There was a sudden cry of surprise from the crowd in front. It turned out that the middle-aged man's first flying knife had entered the red area under the high-speed spinning roulette wheel.

"What good luck! This kid could walk out of here safe and sound today! That would be awesome!"

"There are still two chances. Let's finish watching first."

"Hey, brother, can you practice your knife throwing skills? Your skills are too poor."

"Aim directly at the black area, we are still waiting to see the Nether Butterfly!"

"If it were you, I would just kill that guy. You didn't hurt such a big person. Did you do it on purpose?"

There were all kinds of ridicule and criticism from the crowd. These people just wanted to watch the fun and some even wanted to go up and play a game themselves.

An impatient look appeared on the middle-aged man's face. He waved the throwing knife in the direction of the man opposite him several times, and finally nodded to the staff who was turning the turntable.

The flying knife flew over for the second time. Maybe it was because he was nervous this time, but the man threw the knife with a little more force than before.

"what!"

With a scream, when the turntable stopped, it was discovered that the flying knife had pierced into the arm of the man on the turntable, but it was probably not deep enough, and the flying knife fell to the ground again, with a lot of blood gushing out of the man's arm.

The third time, the middle-aged man took a deep breath, adjusted his direction, and aimed in the direction amid everyone's cheering.

This time the man on the turntable was not so lucky, because everyone could see clearly that a flying knife had been inserted into the turntable, and the moment the turntable stopped, they would know what fate awaited the man.

The speed of the turntable slowed down the last time. I don’t know if it was intentional by the staff. You can even clearly see each color range during the rotation of the turntable, which seems to be for the middle-aged man to have a more accurate hit rate.

The middle-aged man coughed lightly, then refocused his attention and the flying knife shot out in a straight line.

This time, even though the turntable did not stop, everyone could clearly see that the location where the flying knife was inserted was the black area.

Voices of celebration broke out in the crowd. In the last days, some people's values ​​and emotions have been distorted due to long-term stress and the increasing invasion of the external environment. The moment they saw the man being sentenced to death, what they thought of was not sympathy or pity, but rather they were glad that they were about to witness the process of a person's death with their own eyes.

In his previous life, Gu Tongwan had also seen this kind of scene. When he saw it again after his rebirth this time, his stomach still felt uncomfortable, especially the smiling faces of the people around him, which were actually more terrifying than any mutant creatures.

Chen Yanxi had been paying attention to her, so he quickly noticed the change in her mood and whispered, "If you can't stand it, we can go out."

Gu Tongwan shook her head. “No, if I go out now, I will attract other people’s attention. There are people monitoring the scene from several directions. Don’t worry, I’m not so weak that I can’t stand this, and I don’t plan to take action.” Although the man on the field was innocent, she would not put herself and Chen Yanxi in danger because of a stranger in the apocalypse.

When the man on the roulette wheel was carried down, he was already very weak and could barely walk steadily. He did not care about his bleeding arm. Two people pushed him into a huge glass cabinet, and then the staff opened the glass box containing the Nether Butterfly.

The sleeping Nether Butterfly was awakened by the sound of knocking on the glass and began to flap its wings, instinctively flying towards the exit.

In less than a moment, all the Nether Butterflies had entered a glass cabinet that was about two meters wide.

The Nether Butterfly is actually not sensitive to the smell of blood. This type of butterfly is not a bloodthirsty creature. In fact, they are most interested in warm and moving objects.

In other words, if the man in the glass cabinet had not lost his mind and acted recklessly, he might have had a chance to survive.

However, the man was now desperately banging on the glass cabinet, trying to break the glass and escape. The stains on his face could no longer be told whether they were tears or snot, and the cloth around his lower body had fallen to the ground. The scene was ridiculous, terrifying and dirty.

Many women at the scene moaned and said words like ugly, shameful, and eye-catching, but they couldn't help but continue looking down.

Chen Yanxi had a cold expression throughout the whole process, his black pupils were like a pool of stagnant water, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking at all.

As people exclaimed excitedly, the movement of the glass cabinet went from violent vibrations at the beginning to gradually calm down. The whole process probably lasted less than five minutes.

At this time, there was only a charred corpse left in the glass cabinet, and the black eye sockets seemed a little unwilling.

The people at the scene included those who were sneering, those who were shouting, and those who were afraid enough to complain. Here one could see a very small and compressed picture of all aspects of human life.

Chen Yanxi pulled Gu Tongwan's sleeve slightly, motioning him to follow him.

He came up to the man who had just hosted the farce.

The man thought Chen Yanxi was trying to establish a relationship with him again. Although he still had a smile on his face, there was some impatience in his eyes. However, when he saw Chen Yanxi take out a black business card, he frowned, and then the smile on his face became more flattering.

"Is he alive or dead?" the man asked curiously.

"Dead." Chen Yanxi's voice was deep and powerful.

The man asked again: "Is it hard or soft?"

Chen Yanxi replied again: "Hard."

Fortunately, on the way here, Chen Yanxi still explained to Gu Tongwan the secret code that might be used after entering. If they wanted to get rid of this batch of goods quickly, it would be best to find someone who has a say here to act as a go-between. This way, the whole transaction would be smoother. Secondly, because the items they wanted to trade were too special, it was not appropriate to operate under the eyes of other people.

The so-called hard and soft also have their own rules. Hard refers to ordinary solid problems, while soft may refer to liquid, usually referring to materials such as diesel or gasoline.

The man whispered, "Please follow me, both of you."

The man waved his hand, and the staff on the scene were responsible for cleaning up the mess, while he led them to the office on the second floor.

The man's attitude changed so quickly because of the black card that Chen Yanxi just showed. It is said that in the underground, there are no more than fifty people holding black cards, and anyone who possesses a black card must be from a prominent background.

As soon as he entered the office, the man got straight to the point and asked, "What goods are you two going to trade this time?"

"Firearms and some ammunition."

This time it was Gu Tongwan who spoke first, but this also successfully attracted the man's attention.

The man couldn't help but complain in his heart, these two people, one tall and one short, are really interesting. Although the tall man looks a bit old, he gives people a very strong sense of oppression, and there is a sinister look in his eyes. Even when their boss stood in front of him, he never gave him this feeling.

The other short man was a little unsightly in comparison. Not to mention his small stature, his appearance was even smaller than that of the employees working in their store. Moreover, his eyes looked cunning and his face looked like it hadn't been washed for several days. He looked greasy and wretched. Moreover, when going upstairs just now, he noticed that the tall man deliberately slowed down his pace so that the short man could keep up.

Damn, could this Shoumalou be the boss of this tall guy?