The heavy bets every night of the gambling week are arranged randomly by the club, and those participating have no right to know the news in advance.
Su Mu and the other two changed their clothes, walked out of the locker 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.
The one that appeared in front of the three people was a rotunda with a diameter of fifty meters.
In the middle of the hall is a round platform with a diameter of ten meters and a half meter high.
There is a salon on the right, and there are already many people gathering together.
The masks and black robes on everyone were exactly the same.
Sofia and Diana carried Su Mu's arms all the way, fearing that they would not be able to find him after they let go.
Never make the wrong move. If you make the wrong move, it will cause unnecessary trouble.
And it's a big trouble.
After Su Mu came in, people came in one after another.
Finally, a man in a white robe and also wearing a mask walked in.
He walked directly to the middle table and spoke slowly:
"Good evening everyone, I'm the host of this bet tonight."
The man in white robe spoke in his original accent, and obviously he did not need to change his voice.
But his tone of speaking was a bit strange.
"According to the rules, the bets every night are randomly drawn. There are three bets tonight. Here is the first one, Russian roulette."
When Su Mu heard this, his brows frowned slightly.
Russian roulette?
I didn't expect that it would be such a bloody gambling right away.
The so-called Russian roulette is an extremely bloody gambling game.
Unlike other gambling methods, this kind of game is very simple.
There are only two types of props.
Rotary pistol, man.
The rules are also very simple, which is to put a bullet in the rotating pistol, then turn the rotating wheel regularly, and then close it. Participants take turns pointing the muzzle at their heads and shoot.
Those who are shot will naturally be losers.
The winner is the last one to live.
Loser loses his life.
After the man in white robe finished speaking, he raised his hand gently.
Soon, a light curtain hangs down in the middle, which details the rules of this gambling game tonight.
For thirty-three guests, each of them needs to bet at least 5 billion US dollars, and the top will not be capped.
The method of betting is also very simple. You can bet on two people participating in roulette, and whoever loses wins.
If you only talk about winning or losing, then the bet is to lose one.
However, there are many ways to play.
You can bet on which shots both sides will be shot and you can repeat the bets.
In order to prevent the bets from being too large, once this happens, the organizer will make up for the insufficient share.
Similarly, if those who have fewer bets win more, then the extra part will also belong to the club.
After everyone became familiar with the rules, the man in white waved his hand again.
Soon, three men in white robes walked up.
One of them held a tray in his hand, which contained a bullet and a golden rotary pistol.
Behind the other two men in white robes were two men in gray robes.
They are the gunmen who will participate in roulette tonight.
No one knows their identities, and no one cares about their identities.
This is the White Club, the secretly recruited gunmen.
If you are given a chance, half of the chance will die, and half of the chance you will get 100 million US dollars. How do you choose?
If he is a terminally ill and poor person, he will definitely choose to take risks.
There is never a shortage of such people in this world.
There are even those outlaws who are willing to take risks.
There is a movie called Thirteen, which tells this kind of game.
When two gray-robed men stood in the center of the round platform, the white-robed men put the bullet into the gun in front of everyone and began to thrust the wheel several times in a row.
Tag.
He closed the wheel, then put the pistol back on the tray, and then said to the thirty-three guests:
"Everyone, the one on the left is number one, and the one on the right is number two, please place a bet."
There is no one to communicate with those present, and there is no need to communicate.
Su Mu was the first to take action and directly bet on all the chips in his hands.
"One hundred billion, I will choose one number."
Almost all the masked men present turned their heads and looked at him.
One hundred billion?
Damn it.
Who is this guy?
Could it be that popular guy who spreads money?
There is a great possibility.
But the thirty-three, many of them pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, maybe not him?
Sure enough, someone shouted:
"I also bet 100 billion, but I bet 2."
boom!!
Now the electronic sounds keep ringing, and the scene is very strange and funny.
Electronic sounds have no ups and downs in tone, but the speed of speech is fast and slow, which sounds so funny.
But no one can laugh.
Some people took the lead, others followed.
The original minimum was 5 billion, but I didn’t expect that many people had bet hundreds of billions, and only a small number of people bet five billion.
When all the bets gathered, the chips appeared on the display behind No. 1, which were as high as 320 billion.
And the bargaining chips behind No. 2 are also 245 billion.
Everyone closed their breath and stared at the two people on the round platform with all their concentration.
The man in white robe walked up to the two gunmen, stretched out one hand, and clenched his fists.
He has a coin in his hand, guessing the order of heads.
This is really a game of luck that is left to fate.
Whoever guesses the head will have the right to decide.
He can decide who fires the first shot first.
No. 2 guessed the man, so he had the right to decide.
Without surprise, he wanted No. 1 to fire the first shot.
These two gunmen are obviously real outlaws, and they are still the kind of guy who is in desperate situations, wanting to make a comeback by fighting for his life.
The No. 1 Gunner took the rotating pistol from the white-robed man, pointed it at his temple without hesitation, and pulled the trigger hard.
boom!!
The people at the scene were all hanging.
I heard a crisp click.
The people who bet on the No. 1 suddenly felt excited and applauded.
The pistol was handed over to the second hand.
No. 2 obviously hesitated for a moment, and pressed his muzzle against his temple, without taking action.
Obviously, he was holding the gun's hand and trembling slightly.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became extremely serious.
Finally, No. 2 gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger with his index finger.
Click!
He also took a bye.
No. 2 suddenly made a sound of relief from his mouth, and he was even trembling with excitement.
He handed the gun to No. 1, and at this time, No. 1 lost its previous decisiveness and its movements became a little stiff.
How unlucky, who is really not afraid of death?
Even if there is such a person, it will be better to die. Torture like this is simply more terrifying than death.
This is equivalent to dancing on the head of the King of Hell.
Hearing another click, No. 1 took the bye again.
He was excited now.
No. 2 started sifting all over his body.
After reminding the man in white twice, No. 2 finally gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.