The highlight of the gambling week every night is randomly arranged by the club, and the participants have no right to know the information in advance.
Su Mu and the other three changed their clothes, walked out of the dressing room, and walked along a long corridor to the end.
The two bodyguards standing at the door immediately reached out and pushed open the heavy door.
What appeared in front of the three people was a circular hall with a diameter of fifty meters.
In the middle of the hall is a round platform ten meters in diameter and half a meter high.
On the right is a salon bar, where many people have gathered.
The masks and black robes worn by everyone are all exactly the same.
Sophia and Diana held Su Mu's arm the whole time, fearing that they would not be able to find him if they let go.
Don't make the wrong move, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble.
And it's big trouble.
After Su Mu came in, people came in one after another.
Finally, a man wearing a white robe and a mask came in.
He walked directly to the middle stage and slowly said:
"Good evening everyone, I am the host of tonight's gambling game."
The man in white robe spoke with his original accent, obviously he didn't need to change his voice.
It's just that his tone of voice is a little weird.
"According to the rules, the gambling games every night are determined by random drawing. There are three gambling games tonight. The following is the first game, Russian Roulette."
When Su Mu heard this, he frowned slightly.
Russian roulette?
I didn't expect that it would be such a bloody gamble from the beginning.
The so-called Russian roulette is an extremely bloody gambling game.
Unlike other forms of gambling, this game is simple.
There are only two types of props.
Revolver, man.
The rules are also very simple, that is, put a bullet into the revolver, then rotate the wheel according to the rules, and then close it. The participants take turns pointing the gun at their own heads and shooting.
The one who gets shot is the loser.
The last one alive is the winner.
The loser loses his life.
After the man in white robe finished speaking, he gently raised his hand.
Soon, a light curtain hung down in the middle, which detailed the rules of tonight's gambling game.
Thirty-three guests each need to bet at least 5 billion US dollars, with no upper limit.
The betting method is also very simple. You can bet on who wins and who loses between two people participating in roulette.
If we only talk about winning or losing, then the bet is one-for-one.
However, there are many ways to play.
You can bet on which shot each player will hit, and you can bet repeatedly.
In order to prevent the betting disparity from being too large, once this happens, the organizer will make up for the insufficient share.
In the same way, if the player who bets less wins more, then the extra part will also belong to the club.
After everyone was familiar with the rules, the man in white robe waved his hand again.
Soon, three men in white robes walked up.
One of them held a tray in his hand, containing a bullet and a golden revolver.
Behind the other two men in white robes were two men in gray robes.
They are the gunmen participating in the roulette game tonight.
No one knows their identities, and no one cares about them.
This is White's Club, a secretly recruited gunman.
If you were given a chance, there was a half chance that you would die, and a half chance that you would get $100 million. How would you choose?
If a person is terminally ill and poor, he will definitely choose to take risks.
There will never be a shortage of people like this in this world.
There are even outlaws who are willing to take risks.
There is a movie called Thirteen, which tells this kind of game.
When the two men in gray robes stood in the center of the round platform, the man in white robes put the bullet into the gun in front of everyone and started turning the wheel several times.
Bada.
He closed the wheel, put the pistol back on the tray, and then said to the thirty-three guests:
"Everyone, the person on the left is number one, and the person on the right is number two. Please place your bets."
There was no one present to communicate with, and there was no need to communicate.
Su Mu was the first to take action and directly bet all the chips in his hand.
"One hundred billion, I choose number one."
Almost all the masked men present turned to look at him.
One hundred billion?
Damn it.
Who is this guy?
Could it be the popular coin-throwing guy?
It's very possible.
But among the thirty-three people, many of them are pretending to be pigs and eating tigers. Maybe they are not him?
Sure enough, someone shouted next:
"I also bet 100 billion, but I bet number 2."
boom!!
Nowadays, electronic sounds are constantly playing, and the scene is very weird and funny.
The electronic sound has no ups and downs in pitch, but the speech speed can vary from fast to slow, which sounds extremely funny.
But no one can laugh.
Someone takes the lead, and others follow suit.
Originally, the minimum was five billion. Unexpectedly, many people actually bet tens of billions, and only a small number of people bet five billion.
When all the bets were collected, the number of chips that appeared on the screen behind number one was as high as 320 billion.
The chips behind No. 2 are also 245 billion.
Everyone held their breath and stared at the two people on the round platform with all their attention.
The man in white robe walked up to the two gunmen, stretched out a hand and clenched his fist.
He has a coin in his hand and guesses the absolute order of heads.
This is really a game of luck.
Whoever guesses the head has the right to decide.
He can decide who fires the first shot.
Number 2 guessed the head, so he had the right to decide.
Not surprisingly, he wanted to fire the first shot on the 1st.
These two gunmen were obviously real desperadoes, the kind of people who got into desperate situations and wanted to survive by fighting for their lives.
Gunman No. 1 took the revolver from the man in white robes, pointed it at his temple without hesitation, and pulled the trigger hard.
boom!!
The souls of the people at the scene were hanging in the air.
A crisp click sound was heard.
The people who bet on number 1 suddenly became excited and applauded one after another.
The pistol was handed over to No. 2.
Number 2 obviously hesitated for a moment, put the muzzle of the gun against Zhi's temple, and did not make a move.
It was obvious that the hand holding the gun was trembling slightly.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became extremely solemn.
Finally, No. 2 gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger with his index finger.
Click!
He also had a bye.
A sound of relief suddenly came out of No. 2's mouth, and he even trembled with excitement.
He handed the gun to No. 1. At this time, No. 1 no longer had the decisiveness before, and his movements became a little stiff.
With such bad luck, who is really not afraid of death?
Even if such a person existed, death would be easy. Torture like this is simply more terrifying than death.
This is tantamount to jumping on the head of the King of Hell.
Another click was heard, and number 1 had a bye again.
Now he became excited.
No. 2 began to sift through chaff all over his body.
After the man in white robe reminded him twice, No. 2 finally gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.