【Lucky Boy】.
Although the District 1 Research Institute is a top-secret institution, there are still some strange products developed by some researchers in their spare time that are circulated to the outside. As an area where ability users gather, Vice City's research on abilities is also very advanced.
This silver revolver was born from the hands of a researcher who studies the relationship between "ability" and "luck." It can be fired without loading bullets. Once fired, one of the six possibilities will be randomly selected. to produce results.
Shoot the shooter, empty the gun, shoot the person who is looking at the shooter, cheer from unknown sources, shoot anyone within ten meters of the center of the shooter, and lock up for ten minutes.
After the researcher shot himself to death with the first shot, the working principle of this gun became a mystery. However, this special attribute is quite popular among collectors. As a very famous collector in his ability, Rothers Finally got this gun in my pocket.
Nowadays, when Zhao Xihua raised the gun, no one noticed the specialness of this gun. But as the trigger was pulled, a bang came from the barrel, and the masked man standing closest to the audience suddenly sprayed out a stream of fire from his head. A spurt of blood came and he fell down on his back.
Death - this is not a rare thing here, but no one expected that someone would do it without asking.
"Good morning, everyone."
Zhao Xihua put down his gun, looked away from the fallen man, and took the microphone from Chang Zibin next to him. His voice immediately spread throughout the hall.
"You...Rosers! Who is she!" someone shouted loudly.
"My friends, why do I dare to sit here and watch her play? Don't you have the guts?" Rothers patted his belly and grinned, "It's almost ten o'clock, it seems it's time to release the third episode. Two gambling questions."
At this moment, a row of red typing words suddenly appeared on the big screen.
[Today, can you leave here alive? 】
There are also two options: "Yes" and "No".
"Where are the people at the casino? What's going on?"
"We are here to have fun, not to risk our lives!"
Zhao Xihua heard the sound below and let out a chuckle.
"You can have fun in so many places downstairs, right? Those of you who came to the top floor really didn't come here with the purpose of plundering? Then why do you still conduct ordinary gambling projects in such a pretentious manner?"
She raised the silver pistol in her hand and fired into the sky.
This time there was no gunfire, but instead there was a burst of warm applause like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, but obviously no one present did so.
"It's...that pistol!"
If the first shot was still unresponsive, the second shot was enough for some knowledgeable people to recognize this malicious and funny pistol. At the same time, the crowd slowly retreated, trying to leave Zhao Xihua. A range of ten meters.
"The door is locked!" Someone shouted. Lu Ning turned around and saw that, as he said, the door he had just entered had been closed, and the indicator light on the door turned red.
At this time, everyone realized that this could no longer be achieved through raids or the like. Zhao Xihua has either taken control of the casino, or has reached some kind of agreement with the casino.
"What do you want to do?" After people found out that they could not escape, they immediately looked in the direction of Zhao Xihua again.
"A game, a bet, just like what you do every day." Zhao Xihua walked down the steps on the side of the high platform step by step, and slowly came to a round table filled with food at the front.
Yang Qingyu pushed a black iron box from behind and placed it next to Zhao Xihua. The box was half a person tall and had a metal bracket underneath. Except for a narrow exit that could only accommodate poker-sized cards, there was nothing visible. Say something else.
"You have three choices." Zhao Xihua raised three fingers. "The first choice is to start a bet with me. I will choose the betting method. If you win, you can leave. The second choice is to find someone by yourself. The two of them looked at each other and fired a shot with this [Lucky Boy]. If both of them are fine, they can leave together. The third option... I have a pair of D100 here. If I can throw 1 at a time, I can also leave. .”
After hearing these three choices, Lu Ning raised her eyebrows slightly.
There is no doubt that Zhao Xihua has set a "filtering condition" here, and the conditions are hidden in the three choices. However, she cannot guess what the other party's conditions are based on the current situation.
Also, why did she dare to shoot like this?
From the whispers of people around her, Lu Ning already knew what the effect of that gun was. She thought about it a little bit. If she had obtained this gun, she would definitely seal it up permanently. She would definitely not block her life in that six-month period. One-in-one mortality rate.
The other party must have received some assistance, or even become an agent.
Just as Lu Ning was thinking about it, a couple had already walked to the front hand in hand.
"I hope you can abide by the agreement." The man held the woman's hand and took the pistol from Zhao Xihua.
"Of course, I wish you happiness." Zhao Xihua smiled and took a step back.
The man took the pistol, looked at it carefully, and then smiled at Zhao Xihua: "Then the result of shooting you will be the same."
"Huh?" Zhao Xihua was still smiling.
The man suddenly raised his gun towards Zhao Xihua and pulled the trigger. Gunshots rang out, but neither of them fell down.
"Courageous decision, but why not do it in a better way?"
Zhao Xihua said with a slightly mocking tone.
The man's face turned pale. He heard the sound of falling to the ground next to him, and he knew what happened without saying anything. And just when he was dazed, Zhao Xihua took the pistol out of his hand and pointed it at him: "In this case, please live or die together."
boom!
After another shot, blood spurted out from the man's forehead and he fell next to the woman.
"Then, please come next." Zhao Xihua opened his arms slightly with a sarcastic look on his face.
After someone becomes an example, no one else dares to challenge him anymore.
Luke and Lu Ning, on the other hand, were in no rush to step forward now.
"Zhao Xihua... I have heard of her name. There is no doubt that she has some abilities this time, right?" Luke tasted his wine calmly, "I don't believe there is anyone in this world who can shoot so many guns with such confidence."
"The most likely thing is to predict the future." Lu Ning nodded. "She is fully aware of the effect of the next shot, so the probability is not one-sixth, but one hundred percent."
"Then what is her purpose for doing this?" Luke scratched his head, "I don't understand..."
--agent.
This is the direction Lu Ning can consider.
Although the war has not officially started yet, the proxy war has already begun. Assuming that Zhao Xihua has obtained part of the manager's ability like himself, and that it is really predicting the future, if he thinks about it in a more powerful direction, the other party will probably know that there must be other agents here today.
"Maybe he has his own purpose. Let's wait and see what happens." Of course, this Lu Ning would not discuss it with others.
There are nearly three hundred people in the entire exhibition hall on the 18th floor, and out of caution, people come forward to make choices very slowly. Even if they don't move now, it is not abnormal.
Most people chose the second option. After all, if it is the first option, in case Zhao Xihua intends to kill people, he can just make rules that are beneficial to the other party. And the third option... which one is one percent or one sixth? Everyone knows that the probability is relatively high.
At this moment, a man pulled the trigger, and there was a click from the pistol.
"Congratulations, you survived."
Zhao Xihua reached for the back of the black metal box and pressed it, and a small magnetic card came out from the exit. The man hurriedly grabbed the magnetic card in his hand and hurried to the door. Zhao Xihua took back the pistol on the table, clicked it twice, and showed a disappointed expression.
"Locked for ten minutes, then the next person will only have two choices: first and third."
"What? Wait, we can wait ten minutes!"
"Ten minutes? I can't afford to wait so long..." Zhao Xihua narrowed his eyes and turned to look out the window, "After all, there are uninvited guests today..."
Boom.
Before he finished speaking, there was a knocking sound from the window.
The height of the eighteenth floor, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, what could be knocking on the windows besides birds?
Everyone's eyes turned away.
Boom, boom.
The next two sounds were accompanied by a pair of leather shoes stepping on the glass, appearing from the first floor downstairs.
It was a man, a tall man wearing a black leather jacket and a fierce look. He walked upstairs from the outside perpendicular to the glass curtain wall, put his hands in the pockets of his coat, and "looked down" at everyone in the hall with a condescending gaze.
"The Sacrifice Club."
The corners of Lu Ning's mouth curved slightly.
"They came here just as expected."
Compared to her and Luke, more people in the hall looked frightened.
It is impossible for people living in this city not to know things related to abilities, but no matter what, ordinary people are still the majority, just like there are not many ability users among today's gamblers. Everyone felt frightened when they suddenly saw a person with abilities who clearly had malicious intent towards them.
At this moment, cracks appeared on the solid glass curtain wall. Spider-web-shaped cracks formed under the man's feet and expanded rapidly. Then with an explosion, the man fell into the room together with countless broken glass.
"Who are you?"
Someone asked a question that many people wanted to ask, but the man ignored it. He took his right hand out of his pocket, took out a black metal cigarette case, opened it, and then turned it over.
"Hehehe, it seems we came at the right time?"
A hand stretched out from the cigarette box, followed by his head, body... A young man with a crew cut climbed out of the palm-sized cigarette box, and then looked around with a surprised look on his face.
"Boss, did you directly enter their base camp?"
"Give me a hand..."
A gloomy female voice came from the cigarette case, and then the owner of the voice jumped out directly. It was a fair-skinned woman wearing a white shroud, and carrying a thick-backed broadsword stained with red rust. She looked exactly like It's a costume from a ghost movie.
Immediately afterwards, people came out of the cigarette boxes one after another, and the malice exuded by these people was completely undisguised. Each of them looked forward to the death of everyone in this hall.
Thirteen people in total.
"Don't worry, it seems like something happened here before we came here." The man who came over first spoke. His voice was not as ferocious as it appeared. It was low and slow, with a slight sense of oppression.
"Welcome, Sacrifice Club." Zhao Xihua directly revealed their identities, "Action Team, am I right?"
"The manager's dog has no right to talk to us!" the shroud woman snarled, "What kind of threat do you think you can pose to us with the scraps you got!"
Zhao Xihua's face suddenly darkened.
"Well, there are two types of people I hate the most. One is the idiot who only knows how to do one thing, and the other is the autistic person who ignores human kindness and etiquette and disdains it."
"Boss! Can I kill her? I want her head to be buried in front of my parents' tombstone!"
A young man with red hair turned to look at the leader standing in the middle.
"She shouldn't be your enemy, right?"
"But at first glance, she looks like a woman from the upper class. She is hypocritical and artificial. I will never mistake that look of contempt!" The young man kept rubbing his fingers. "She is very weak! I can easily break her neck, boss." ,us……"
"We have to complete today's mission first. She can't escape." The man in black turned his eyes slightly, "Keane?"
"Already found..."
A man in a suit and leather tie, holding a notebook in his hand, slightly pushed up his glasses and smiled.
"Do it."
Following the leader's order, several screams suddenly came from the hall. The shadows of some people suddenly became active and spread along their legs to their whole bodies. Soon, the faces of these people were covered by shadows. Shrouded in it, it completely turned into a black shadow, gradually getting closer to the ground and turning into a black human-shaped mark.
"As you can see, we are a club of victims, an action team." The man's voice sounded again after those people disappeared, "I personally have no grudges against you. My enemies have died miserably in a way that satisfies me. I came here just to help other members fulfill their expectations. If you are lucky enough to survive this time, you can tell the outside world the truth about what happened here, and the Victim Club will take full responsibility for this."
"That woman! Why don't you let us go? You are going to die here too!"
Suddenly someone yelled at Zhao Xihua, but the only response was the black barrel of the gun.
"Have you never thought in your stupid heads that everything is still expected?"
Zhao Xihua curled up his mouth and pulled the trigger. Amidst the roar of gunfire, blood spurted out from the forehead of the yelling man, and it splashed on the middle between Zhao Xihua and the thirteen people.
Neither party moved their eyelids.
"A lot of blood will be shed here today." Zhao Xihua blew on the non-existent smoke from the muzzle, "but red is my lucky color."
