Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 362 361. Be careful when they say you can get rich overnight
Under everyone's admiring gazes, Seifer, still dressed in that shabby outfit, followed the other party up to the second floor. As soon as they entered the soundproof door, the four people in the technical department opened their eyes wide!
This is a bar with blasting music, bright lights and dazzling spotlights. For a moment, even Sefer wondered if he had opened the door and returned to the world of his previous life.

It was similar, too similar, with all the furnishings, the soft booths, and the bar design, except for the girl on the main stage posing coquettishly, wearing as many clothes as she could, and swaying as much as she could to the rhythm of the music...

It’s no wonder that some of the drinkers below were swaying to the music, while others were enjoying themselves by hugging girls who also met their aesthetic standards.

After all, this kind of atmosphere and environment, which is obviously open but seems a bit dark, with people's shadows visible around but not clearly visible, is indeed very suitable for satisfying some special preferences.

Anyway, from Sefer's perspective, the curtain of the soft box against the wall was drawn, and some hazy outlines could still be seen in the box, which should be where a fierce battle was going on.

When Sefer entered the venue in such a dirty appearance, many people frowned. They were also employees of the entertainment company, but with the improvement of living standards and wages, they could still spend time here and change the people in their arms.

I no longer feel that I am the same kind of person as these peasants.

It didn't matter if they felt disgusted, but the so-called manager who led the way didn't feel the same way! He attentively led Seifer to an empty private room. After he sat down, he even snapped his fingers, and a waiter immediately brought up a bottle of expensive-looking wine.

Seifer didn't refuse. He picked up the wine glass and poured it into his mouth. After drinking it all, he made a smacking sound. "So where is the opportunity to make a lot of money?"

The man asked Seifer to wait for a moment, then looked at his watch and pointed above the box.

A screen slowly descended from above, revealing a neat-looking table with a green fur mat.

There were two people sitting on both sides of the table, one of them was wearing an entertainment company uniform and a somewhat strange mask.

The other person seemed determined as he signed the contract in front of him and put it in the box.

The box stowed away under the table, which then split open in the middle, and a pump-action shotgun rose from beneath it, with ammunition tumbling out from the other side.

There was something rather complicated on one side of the table... something that looked like a medical aid device. Seifer paused as he looked at the screen, then suddenly turned his head.

"Is this the so-called way to make a lot of money? It looks like gambling with your life to me."

"Haha, you don't understand. What the audience loves to watch most is gambling with their lives - what live gambling can be more exciting than betting your own meaningless life?"

The method of the game is very simple. After agreeing, there will be three rounds of betting. The dealer and the challenger will pick up the shotgun in turn, aim at each other or pull the trigger themselves.

Four shotgun shells were pulled out from the table: two real bullets and two blanks that didn't fire at all. After the display, the shotgun was loaded from the loading port in the middle of the table.

"Do you understand? The gameplay is simple... Just aim at the opponent, or at yourself, and shoot."

"Everyone gets two chances in the first round. Don't worry, our company has a very complete medical rescue device. Even if you're hit by a shotgun shell, you can be rescued intact."

Wow, there is such a way to play.

"However... I still have to explain the risks here. If you win, you will be able to take away the 10 million jackpot, but if you don't win."

As he spoke, the challenger had already raised his shotgun and fired at his opponent without hesitation.

The trigger was pulled, but there was no sound. The man angrily reloaded the gun, and after a fake bullet popped out, he sat down again.

You have no choice but to do this. There are weapons aimed at you from all sides. If you don't play by the rules, you will be shot into a sieve by these weapons.

The employee picked up his gun, pointed it at the challenger, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. 'Bang!'

The sound and movement of shotgun fire at close range were beyond the imagination of normal people. The man was hit in the face by the sand bullet without any preparation, and even the blood spurting out of his torn shoulders and neck was extremely eye-catching.

Sefer immediately turned his head away, letting the four people from the technical department watch the blonde model posing on the stage.

In the communication, everyone was making dissatisfied noises, only Xiao Tao covered her mouth, turned her head and retched on the ground beside her... This was not acceptable. What happened to being the strongest independent mercenary?
In the picture, a man lying on the ground and about to die is pierced into his body by several needles. His broken flesh and blood are immediately repaired, and even his skin is intact.

Accompanied by the sharp beeping of the pacemaker, the man immediately woke up from his coma, gasping for breath, and even looked dazed but not afraid.

There was an immediate burst of boos in the bar. A guy who lost a chance in the first round didn't seem like he could make it to the end.

"Well, do you want to participate? The prize is exactly as I said, ten million, paid in cash immediately."

Seifer suddenly put on a strange smile. "Indeed, why not? I came from the desert with nothing but my life. I'm willing to take a small risk for a big gain. Don't regret it."

To outsiders, this smile seemed to represent the ecstasy of finally seeing a glimmer of opportunity to change one's life since birth, as well as the indifference to life and the expectation for the future.

It is a kind of uncontrollable state, with only the mouth smiling but the eyes showing the distortion of the dark abyss.

Perhaps the imitation was so good that even the man who brought Sefer in was a little scared. He calmed himself down and pointed to a small staircase in the corner where the dance hall and bar were combined.

After saying this round was over and letting Sefer get ready, he left in a hurry. It seemed like he was letting him go for the time being, but...

There were some gunmen secretly nearby. To be honest, in this place full of lights and partying, with bright and dim lights, these guys who were not participating in primitive entertainment activities were really conspicuous.

Ignoring or ignoring these people, Seifer watched the challenger on screen frantically and chaotically use the props in the second round, which was when each round gave him two special props...

Maybe he's been shot down too many times and it's too much for him to handle. Even the constant messages in the corners of the screen show that the audience is very dissatisfied with this challenger.

He is emotional, desperate, illogical and lacks thinking. He will even yell after shooting. If the bullet is real, it would be fine, but if it is fake, he will fall into an incomprehensible collapse.

Some people like to watch this kind of overly emotional player, but most people hate it - because he takes too much time.

And such a person is doomed to go nowhere. Just as Seifer picked up the bottle and blew into it, the man made a complete mistake in judgment, picked up the shotgun, and pointed it at his jaw.

'boom'

Lead bullets swarmed out, tearing off most of his head. The scene was bloody and bloody, and it could even be said that his blood was splattered all over the place. Seifer did not show the scene to the four people, but continued to calmly pour the bottle of wine, which should not be cheap, into his mouth.

Then I walked up the stairs, pushed the door open, and was surprised to find that this was... a toilet?

It is quite luxurious. There is even half of a woman's face embedded in the wall-mounted urinal in the toilet. It is obvious what it is used for.

...It really looks like the company I saw in the vision.

(End of this chapter)