Chapter 75 Russian Roulette
"Boss!" Daofeng called Zhao Ziyang.
"Shut up!" Zhao Ziyang shouted, gently pressed the trigger with his right index finger, and a cruel and ferocious smile appeared on his face.
In the eyes of others, he was gambling with his own life, and the object of this gamble was very unequal to him. It was simply a ridiculous gamble between a lion and an ant.
But Zhao Ziyang knew that he was actually making a huge bet with himself, and it had nothing to do with the little character in front of him. If he won the bet, he would immediately find Angel who was waiting for him in the hotel; if he lost the bet, it would not matter, he would still turn around even if there were fewer lurkers. As for revenge for his comrades, he did not think much about it. If he could not win the bet, how could he avenge his comrades?
Zhao Ziyang didn't know that he had become a complete madman. Just as he thought when he first joined the Lurkers, he had to become a madman, otherwise it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold.
The lurking mercenaries around watched Zhao Ziyang slowly pull the trigger. Their hearts stopped beating instantly. They held their breath and watched Zhao Ziyang shoot them.
The bar fell into deathly silence. The atmosphere was extremely tense. Even the female bodyguards stopped breathing and looked at Zhao Ziyang with strange eyes.
"Hmm..." Zhao Changzheng couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, but immediately covered his mouth with both hands to suppress his discordant tone.
"Hehehe..." Zhao Ziyang let out a sinister smile.
This smile made the prisoner sitting opposite him feel numb and horrified. The man in front of him was no longer a human being, but a mentally ill patient with severe schizophrenia. Russian roulette had lost its meaning. The oriental man in front of him was playing alone, and he was just a supporting player.
As the index finger slowly pulls the trigger, the pistol's needle device slowly moves backwards until it reaches the top, and then rushes forward at an extremely fast speed, allowing the separated needle to get enough distance to exert force and then hit the bullet primer hard.
Everyone's heart twitched violently at the moment the needle hit the target, their eyes widened, and they prayed frantically in their hearts.
"Snap..." A crisp sound was heard and the needle missed the target.
"Huh..." A nearly exhausted breathing sound came from inside the house: No bullets!
Omo opened his clenched fists and rubbed his palms vigorously on his combat uniform pants, wiping away the sweat that was soaked with nervousness.
"Go on." Zhao Ziyang turned the beer bottle without blinking and started the next round of Russian roulette.
The lurker mercenaries who had just relaxed became nervous again, staring at the spinning beer bottle, watching the bottle mouth slow down in circles until it came to a complete stop.
The mouth of the bottle pointed at Zhao Ziyang again, it seemed that today's luck was not on Zhao Ziyang's side.
"It's you again! It's you again!" the felon shouted nervously and happily, reaching out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
The fierceness and arrogance on his face were no longer there, replaced by the fear of death. He met a more ruthless one, so ruthless that he was frightened.
Zhao Ziyang put the pistol to his head again and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Snapped……"
"Ugh..." Omo let out a long groan from his throat, which he himself was not even aware of, and his two elephant-like legs felt sore and weak.
He was an old hand at playing Russian roulette, and he knew better than anyone what it was like to actually sit down and play this game. It was a kind of fear and tension that was hard to suppress, and the excitement rising in his heart would expand the fear to the greatest extent, and then the expanded fear would increase the excitement that could not be replaced by any game.
Omo clearly remembered that he almost peed his pants the first time he played it, and after that he was in a state of severe exhaustion, and it took him several days to recover. Now he is in awe of this Chinese special forces soldier, and his boss is like nothing happened.
As for Zhao Changzheng, he could no longer bear it and squatted on the ground, staring at Zhao Ziyang with a pair of terrified eyes, who was betting his life, fearing that a bullet would blow Zhao Ziyang's head off.
The little wild cat looked at Zhao Ziyang sitting there in disbelief. She didn't expect things to turn out like this. She held a copper coin in her hand, wanting to knock Zhao Ziyang's gun away, but she was not sure whether she should do so. She was sure that if she knocked Zhao Ziyang's gun away at this moment, Zhao Ziyang would definitely jump up and kill her without hesitation.
"Go on." Zhao Ziyang put down the gun, grinned, and spun the Russian roulette again.
The tension rose again, and the atmosphere in the bar was completely replaced by this extreme tension, even the bloody smell of the corpse disappeared.
Ding ding ding... The beer bottle started spinning rapidly again, and when it stopped, it finally pointed to the tattooed criminal as Omo and the others wished.
The serious criminal looked at the bottle mouth facing him, his face changed. He knew he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of this kind of mental torture before death.
A person walking on the street and being shot in the head by a bullet may not be afraid even if he is fighting and dying at the hands of others, because he has no time to be afraid. But a prisoner on death row in prison knows that he will die, and he becomes more and more afraid during the long wait. When he is taken to the execution ground, he will be incontinent and paralyzed because of the fear of death.
Two different deaths, two different reactions. Death is not scary. What is scary is the mental torture of knowing that you are going to die.
The revolver was pointed at the felon's head, causing his body to twitch uncontrollably.
"Bang!" A ball of fire burst out from the gun barrel, and a bullet shot towards the serious criminal, penetrating his right chest, and a stream of blood spurted out.
Zhao Ziyang moved the muzzle of the gun a little. He didn't intend to kill this guy with one shot.
"Hehe..." Zhao Ziyang laughed, licked his lips and said to the serious criminal: "There are still four bullets, let's continue."
Ding ding ding...the beer bottle started spinning again, and a new round began.
"Madman...Madman..." Blade muttered to himself when he saw this scene.
"That's right, special forces are crazy, crazier than all of us." Pandora, who had been silent since the fight, spoke now, affirming that Zhao Ziyang was crazier than all of them.
The winning or losing of Russian roulette depends only on the round that withstands the live bullet. It is either you or me, and it will never be dragged on. But Zhao Ziyang did not kill the opponent and continued to play. The more chances the opponent has to survive, the more chances he has to die. Even a fool can see this.
Zhao Ziyang is naturally not stupid. If he is not stupid, then he is a complete schizophrenic, a madman, a madman whose thinking is different from that of other madmen.
"Bang!" Zhao Ziyang raised his hand and fired another shot, shooting through the left chest of the serious criminal.
The scales of luck began to tilt towards Zhao Ziyang, as if God knew that he could not afford to offend this madman and would rather let him stay in the world and go crazy.
“Bang!” “Bang!”
The legs of the serious criminal were shot through by Zhao Ziyang again, and he fell to the ground limply, his eyes emitting fear and pleading. This torture made him overwhelmed, and he would rather be shot dead.
"There is still one bullet left." Zhao Ziyang removed the shell so that the serious criminal could see clearly the last bullet in the revolver.
“Wow…” “Crack!”
The wheel was buckled again after spinning rapidly, and the beer bottle spun close to the ground again.
One circle, two circles, three circles...
All eyes are on the final inning; perhaps the life of one of them will end in this inning.
"Sizzle, sizzle..." The sound of the beer bottle rubbing against the floor is so harsh that it makes people feel indescribable irritation.
After the last turn, the mouth of the bottle was facing Zhao Ziyang, and the scales of luck tilted again.
"Hahahaha... It's your turn, it's your turn, hahahaha..." The serious criminal burst into laughter, and a unique blush appeared on his painful face.
Zhao Ziyang, holding the pistol, pondered for a moment, then stood up and stretched.
After stretching, Zhao Ziyang suddenly stepped on the chest of the serious criminal, stuffed the revolver in his right hand into the other's laughing mouth like lightning, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"boom!"
A stream of blood spurted out from behind the occipital bone of the serious criminal. The deformed bullet pierced through the skull and shot onto the ground, then bounced into the air and became a stray bullet.
Blood flowed out of the criminal's mouth and the bullet hole behind his head like a fountain. His eyes were wide open with unwillingness, as if he was accusing Zhao Ziyang of breaking the rules and destroying the rules of the game.
"Sorry." Zhao Ziyang laughed disdainfully, moved his feet away and said to the corpse: "I set the rules. Just now - just now whoever the bottle mouth was facing will die."
Robber! Shameless! Too shameless!
Everyone in the room had this thought in their mind, but it didn't matter, they were shameless. Do mercenaries need morality? Obviously, no, if killing morality can get money, they will wipe out morality without hesitation.
“Pah pah pah…” Zhao Ziyang patted the dust off his butt, waved at Dao Feng and said, “Bring the Angel’s Heart here and deliver it to the hotel in ten minutes.”
"Understood!" Blade jumped into a car and returned to the base to get the Angel's Heart.
Angel's Heart is a diamond necklace, which was inlaid by the best craftsman of Tiffany Jewelry Company, who is also the best jeweler in the world. The diamond used is the blood diamond obtained from Sierra Leone, and the surrounding is dotted with dazzling small transparent diamonds to show purity. The whole diamond necklace presents a heart shape, and is named after Angel: Angel's Heart.
"Don't disturb me no matter what happens within 24 hours." Zhao Ziyang reminded Pandora.
Pandora smiled, a very bright smile. She walked to a corner of the bar, pulled out a flower from the vase, took out a saber and swiftly cut off the stem, then took out a thin silk rope from the little wild cat, tied it up and handed it to Zhao Ziyang.
"Thank you!" Zhao Ziyang holding flowers jumped into the car and drove towards Angel who was waiting for him. He won the bet, he is the winner, and the winner will not be bound by anything.
Gaddafi's female bodyguards had quietly retreated. The scene just now made them completely realize what kind of people they were. No beast could compare to them. They were a group of lunatics without directional thinking, especially the Oriental leader, whose command made people feel boundless fear.
"Idiot, what are you still standing there for?" Omo glared and shouted to his teammates, "Go back and find Seth, find Seth, let Seth invade the satellite, quick! Quick! Quick!"
The mercenaries reacted immediately, and they jumped into the car and returned to the base to look for Seth. Damn, the leader and the boss are so sexy, ha ha ha ha…
