This card...
It's 10...
His current cards are 2, 3, 8, and 10.
So that adds up to 23.
It's already past the stipulated 21 o'clock...
Mr. Zai was at a loss at this time and didn't know what to do.
His deck of cards was also seen by the audience in the live broadcast room, and they all praised him as the living god of gambling.
Then I bought a bunch of gifts and paid for this live broadcast.
In their view, this was intentional by the anchor.
But this is not a complete job!
Zai Zong was about to cry, but he never expected that the card he called would be a 10.
Directly changed from 13 to 23!
Failed on the spot!
Then the result of failure is...
Mr. Zai swallowed his saliva and looked at his opponent.
After Hoffman hesitated for a while, he gave an answer that made him even more heartbroken.
[I don’t want cards anymore...]
"Grass!"
Mr. Zai cursed loudly and saw the option of whether to ask for a card appeared in front of him.
"It's over!"
"I want something else! All my cards are busted! This hand is already lost!"
He immediately chose 2.
[I don’t want the cards anymore. ]
Mr. Zai has already prepared for the fate of losing his finger.
It's just a game anyway, no big deal.
It's not me who's injured, I'm just playing games.
Cut off someone's finger and do my shit.
Mr. Zai thought this in his mind, and then waited for the result.
Soon, because no one was calling cards on the stage, it was time to announce the results.
The masked man's voice sounded from the speaker at the right moment.
[Okay, gentlemen, now let’s reveal the results. ]
[The winner is...]
The masked man stopped suddenly, and the surroundings became dead silent at this moment.
Mr. Zai's heart suddenly jumped inexplicably, and a strange sense of depression came from all around, making him feel uncomfortable and nervous.
Opposite me, Hoffman was also panting constantly, adding a touch of uneasiness to the depressing environment.
Because it was so real, Mr. Zai was completely drawn into it, as if he was immersed in it.
One second...
Two seconds...
At this moment, the masked man's voice sounded loudly like the judgment of hell.
[...Hoffman! ]
The trump card on the stage was immediately revealed.
Mr. Zai saw the number of cards on the opposite side at a glance.
7, 1, 9.
Added up, 17 points.
At the same time, he saw Hoffman's body softening, as if he thought he was alive, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
But on his side...
It's different.
At this moment, the masked man's voice suddenly became deeper, more sinister, and more ruthless.
[Now, the loser pays the bet...]
Then, Mr. Zai saw that the guillotine on his little finger began to shake violently as if it had been activated by something.
Clancy, the protagonist he controlled, also became panicked and spoke urgently.
[What! ? etc! ! Wait a moment! ! ]
But the sharp and cold guillotine gave him no chance.
Under the traction of the mechanism, the violently shaking blade cut instantly at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye!
Chi——
Blood splattered.
It stained the sleeves and spread around.
The broken little finger was bounced to the table, and then fell to the ground.
What followed was Clancy's heart-rending scream.
[Ahhhh——! ! ! Ahhhhh——! ! ! ]
Seeing this scene, Mr. Zai was dumbfounded!
His two handles were vibrating wildly.
There were also blood stains in front of his eyes, and there were bursts of scarlet that blurred his vision.
He saw Clancy, the protagonist he controlled, bending over in pain, his hand twitching in pain, and his eyes in pain were scarlet and blurry.
For some reason, Mr. Zai obviously didn't feel anything, but under the VR experience, the blurred scarlet color in front of his eyes was as if a certain nerve sense in his brain had been stimulated, which had a slight effect.
In this visual expression method, he unconsciously thought of the torture and pain that Clancy suffered.
Imagine the pain of having your fingers connected to your heart and your nerves being cut!
So much so that he couldn't help but tremble all over.
[Oh, this must hurt. ]
The masked man's voice sounded at an inappropriate time, with obvious schadenfreude in his tone.
This also caused Clancy to roar in pain.
[ah! You madman! Why do you want to do this? ! ! ]
Mr. Zai was brought back to reality by these two voices.
His eyes looked at the severed finger. The bloody flesh there was so shocking that he couldn't help but feel chills running down his back.
To be honest, the enemies he has killed in the game could probably circle around Blue Star.
At the same time, he has also experienced various deaths in the game, and has long been used to it, and even feels bored.
But these are all from across a computer screen.
So no matter what, there is no nausea of killing or fear of death.
Now, in this VR game that is as realistic as reality, the indifferent mentality that once existed on the computer no longer exists.
VR’s powerful first-person experience and pain expression techniques allowed him to experience the unbearable pain just by looking at it.
How true!
This game is already better than that of major foreign players!
At this time, this bloody scene also caused the viewers in the live broadcast room to comment one after another.
"Damn, it looks like it hurts!"
"Is this... such a big deal...?"
"Brother Zai is so miserable. He gave me blood when he came up."
"Is this game purely based on luck? Then there is no skill at all."
"Yes, the cards are randomly drawn, and whoever has the best card wins."
"If you cut off someone's fingers, even if you get out alive, what's the use..."
"I suddenly don't dare to play this game anymore..."
"It's okay, it's just a broken finger. I think I can accept it."
As more and more people commented, Mr. Zai turned his attention to the game again.
At this time, the masked man's voice sounded from the speaker with an excited and evil smile.
[Hahaha! Great game, right? ]
[But this seems to be meaningless. Do you think so too? so...]
As soon as he finished speaking, the guillotine with four remaining fingers suddenly bounced up.
Mr. Zai was immediately stunned.
"Holy shit, are you going to cut them all at once?"
Then, he looked at Hoffman opposite.
At this time, when the hooded man saw all the guillotines standing up, he was so frightened that he lost his mind.
His severed finger torture instrument also included the little finger.
This means that if Hoffman loses, he will cut off all his fingers at once!
[The second game begins! ]
The masked man's voice sounded mercilessly.
The card dealer immediately dealt cards to the two of them.
Each person still has a hole card and an up card.
This time, Mr. Zai’s trump card is 1 and his open card is 6.
Added up, that's 7 points.
I don't know the hole card of the opponent Hoffman, but the up card is 9.
So...
He is still some distance away from 21, and the chance of increasing the number is still relatively high!
Mr. Zai chose to ask for another card.
[Give me...one more card...]
At this time, Clancy, because of the huge pain, could no longer speak as smoothly and neatly as before.
This also made Mr. Zai feel the professionalism and dedication of the voice actors.
Soon, the card machine dealt out a bright card.
The number is...11!
His points have reached 18 points!
On the opposite side, Hoffman also opened his mouth to bid.
[I also want...a card. ]
brush--
An open card was dealt to him, which was 4.
Then Hoffman's points are 13 points plus the unknown trump card.
Seeing this, Mr. Zai started to think.
Now, the cards on the field are 1, 4, 6, 9, 11 and an unknown number.
Except for this unknown hole card, there are six cards in the deck, 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, and 10.
At this time, Zai's total points are already 18, which is still 3 points short of 21.
If he bids again, only 2 and 3 will be useful to him.
But compared to the other four cards, the probability of drawing these two cards is too low!
And it cannot be ruled out that Hoffman's trump card may be 2 or 3.
Therefore, the probability of drawing 2 or 3 has to be reduced again.
So the risk of bidding is simply too great to be worth it.
Thinking of this, Zai Zong chose not to bid.
[I...don’t want cards anymore...]
Clancy said weakly, his voice making Mr. Zai feel worried.
On the opposite side, Hoffman, after staring at the cards and thinking for a while, also chose not to take the cards.
The masked man's voice immediately sounded.
[Results now public. ]
[The winner is...]
After a two-second pause, he laughed darkly.
[...Clancy! ]
Suddenly, all the trump cards on the stage were revealed.
Hoffman's cards are 9, 4, and 3, a total of 16 points.
After seeing his trump card, Mr. Zai felt frightened.
The hooded man’s trump card is actually 3!
fortunately!
Fortunately he didn't bid!
Otherwise this time, he will lose again!
At this time, after seeing that he had lost, Hoffman began to struggle frantically, trying to get rid of the torture device imprisoning his left hand.
At the same time, he was wailing for mercy, and his voice revealed very clear fear.
[don't want...! don't want...! ! what did I do! ? what did I do! ? why treat me like this! ? What on earth did I do! ? ]
However, what he received in response was ruthless cutting.
The guillotine cut instantly, and all five of Hoffman's fingers were severed.
[Ahhhhhhhhhh——! ! ! ]
The screams were endless, and you could even feel the pain he suffered from them.
And along with the screams was splattered blood.
The scarlet filth was everywhere, even a few drops on Mr. Zai’s face.
Soon, Hoffman's voice trailed off.
His body seemed to have lost all strength and began to collapse.
Finally, with Mr. Zai's eyes widening, he fell down on the table.
it's over...
The environment became deathly silent again.
Until Clancy spoke.
[He is dead...can I...leave...? ]
Mr. Zai clearly heard the protagonist Clancy breathing heavily, and he seemed to be very afraid of this murderous maniac.
After hearing this, the masked man smiled.
[Well...in that case, then...]
[No...I can't lose...I want to go home...I want...to see my daughter...]
Mr. Zai was stunned, and so were the audience in the live broadcast room.
In front of them, Hoffman, who had five fingers cut off, struggled to support himself with his only movable right hand.
His voice became extremely weak, and even with the hood on, you could still imagine how pale his face was.
[I want to... support the family... I am the... only... income earner in the family... The family... can't... be without me... my daughter... can't be... without me ...]
Soon, Hoffman sat up again and took a deep breath.
[One more game...! ]
Mr. Zai was shocked.
What kind of man is this!
For the sake of my family, I have to go there even though I have to drag myself half my life away!
What a perfect role model!
Not only him, but Clancy, the protagonist he controlled, was also shocked.
[Are you joking...! ? ]
However, the masked man seemed to have no conscience and shouted loudly.
[Yo ho! What a surprise you are, Hoffman! ]
After a pause, he continued.
[Since you like playing games so much, I can’t refuse because of your persistence. ]
[In order for our next game to be more exciting and fun, I would like to invite a good friend to appear. ]
Suddenly, all light sources went out in an instant.
The surroundings became invisible.
You can always say that you can't see anything.
But fortunately, this darkness did not last long, and the light source of the TV soon came back on.
But this time, something slowly descended and came to the two of them.
The moment he saw this thing, Mr. Zai was dumbfounded. As a player, he felt sincerely afraid of the next game.
Because this is an irregular circular electric saw with dozens of kitchen knives welded on it!
The height was right in front of their faces!
