Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 365 364. The so-called pre-reading is itself a psychological deception...

Even though he used strange body movements to dodge the attacks, the counter still had to go down... That was the rule, but the opponent couldn't accept it.

After all, independent mercenaries are only good at their mechanical abilities. Dodging gunfire at close range like this? Are you kidding!
Cypher also thought he was joking. He slowly sat up straight. "Anyway, there are so many guns around. When I run out of chances, they will immediately open fire and kill me here, right?"

"……you're right."

He unloaded the shotgun and placed it on the table. When it was his turn, Seifer raised his hand and aimed at his opponent. The moment he was about to fire, the man suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait a moment, this round... I surrender."

"You still have two chances, and you're just giving up? There are still props on the table, maybe you can turn defeat into victory?"

Seifer advised, but the other party paid no attention and simply pushed back his chair and disappeared into the darkness.

The opponent's chances were exhausted, and Sefer advanced directly to the third round. At this time, there was a brass trumpet above his head congratulating him, and he was only one step away from the grand prize.

What kind of enemy Sefer will face next? The man who just cleverly surrendered didn't know, because he would only need to accept punishment, demotion or deduction of wages. At most, he would have to work as a waiter outside to avoid this time...

However, after walking through the long corridor and seeing the light again, he saw a table, a dirty young man, and a shotgun on the table.

His body suddenly became cold, blood rushed to his head, and the man felt that everything became blurry and hazy. His heart beat faster in this intense emotional change...but his hands and feet were cold.

The numbness, like an electric shock, made him take root under his feet. He didn't dare to move forward. If only he could stay here forever - behind him, behind his shirt and jacket, which were already covered with cold sweat, there was cold metal pressing against it.

"Go in, or get someone else now."

"I……"

"If you bet with him, you have a chance of survival. If you don't bet with him, you will die now."

The man lowered his head in silence. Working in this company, it wasn't uncommon for him to encounter such situations, but he had been lucky before, and with a little bit of skill and brains, he had avoided them.

There is no way around it this time.

He could only bite the bullet, put on the stupid and ugly mask, and slowly walk up to the challenger who had been waiting for a long time (about a minute) and was boredly observing the guns around him aimed at him.

"Sorry for the wait. This is the finals, so the rules have changed."

He sat down, placing his hands on the edge of the table as calmly as possible. "From now on, you will have six chances, but you can only use the healing needle and the pacemaker on four of them."

Two electric drills were aimed at the counter device, and six indicators lit up, with the two indicators at the back appearing a little blurry and broken.

"At the same time, we will provide you with four props in each round."

Seifer nodded, showing his understanding, and motioned for the other party to continue.

"No more rules, complete this bet."

It was that simple. Just as Seifer was about to draw his gun, his opponent suddenly raised his hand: "Whoever starts this round will flip a coin."

An alloy coin popped out from under the table and spun in the air. The opponent said, "I choose the printed side."

"Then I choose the opposite."

The coins fell with a clink on the table.

Finally, on the printed side, Seifer saw his opponent suddenly clench his fists, seemingly excited, so he kindly reminded him, "Why did you suddenly change your personality and become so humane? Did you just win a prize?"

"..."

The opponent sat down in silence, then flipped open the loader. Seven rounds of ammunition, three real and four fake. The four technical staff gathered around the monitors all scratched their heads, especially Momo. After all, Cypher hadn't followed her logic just now, making the calculations a little difficult.

Then the props were distributed, and the props that Sefer received were handcuffs, handcuffs, a magnifying glass, and an eject card.

He looked at his opponent, who was sweating profusely because his props... were of inferior quality to those of Sefer.

You can understand this kind of thing at a glance. You have to know that handcuffs are purely a scam. Once you are handcuffed, you cannot move for two rounds. If the opponent shoots you with a gun at this time and the gun is empty, you have to watch him consume the ammunition.

No matter how you look at it, it's a weak equipment. Even considering that there are other props that can be used in conjunction with it, it's even weaker than the weakest equipment.

Unless the opponent is an idiot who gambles that the ammunition in the gun is fake... otherwise he will definitely lose an opportunity.

After clarifying this relationship, Momo told Sefer not to be afraid, as the probability of real bullets in the first two shots was less than 60%, or even higher.

Well, probability is just a guide, after all. When the probability falls on you, you will get nervous...

Cypher wouldn't, because his current body couldn't be considered human, and even if he was shot, he could dodge it instantly, and the only one who would feel the real pain was his opponent.

The opponent has two stapes, a magnifying glass and an eject card. It can only be said that he is extremely unlucky.

If this were a video game, being able to recover health would mean more opportunities, but this is reality - how many times can you experience the pain and tearing sensation of being shot, the despair of leaving this world with both body and soul?
This is not a kind of pain that you can get used to by "bearing it". If the opponent is a little bit mean and hits the heart directly, the feeling of being hit is really uncomfortable.

This is the process of the game that the audience likes to watch. The moment the gun goes off, they feel as if an indescribable feeling is about to burst out of their heads, and they may even tremble all over and have an intracranial orgasm.

The evaluation is that it was held back for too long.

The game continued, and Cypher crossed his arms. "You take the first shot. How are you going to fire it? At yourself or at me?"

Using props right from the start... Is that appropriate? No, three true and four false...

During the brainstorm, the opponent picked up the gun and shot at Cypher without hesitation.

Empty. Next it was Cypher's turn. He took the gun, aimed at his opponent and pulled the trigger - empty.

The exchange continued. The opponent threw away the magnifying glass without hesitation, picked up the gun and took a look. His face turned pale instantly... This shot was also a fake bullet.

If he shoots himself, then no matter whether the next shot is real or fake, as soon as the other party exchanges the gun, Seifer will take out the handcuffs and shoot him hard.

Similarly, regardless of whether it's true or not, before firing the second shot, Cypher would confirm the authenticity of the first shot. If it's true, he would fire again. If it's false, he would shoot himself in the chin...

This exchange was a dead end, but he had to face it. So he could only shoot himself.

Then, with a deathly pale face, he raised his gun, aimed it at Cypher and pulled the trigger, and once again admired the close distance, extreme speed and the evasive method that was difficult for humans to understand... the posture of dodging shotgun bullets.

If this shot is real, then he will be in trouble no matter whether the next shot is real or fake!

Cypher mercilessly picked up the shotgun and stood behind the table, his gun-holding posture somewhat frightening - then he suddenly spoke before shooting.

"I think you're in a lot of pain, and not just pain, but also pretty desperate, right? There's a gun pointed at your back, and the person in front of you looks like a monster and is hard to deal with."

"How much does this company pay you to work so hard? Back when I was wandering the desert, I often robbed restaurants that served terrible food and beat employers who didn't pay me into a pulp."

This is just a bluff, but the identity was made up in the first place. It's fine as long as it's said that way. Whether the other party can find out or not... Of course they can't find out. This identity was cleared by Feldrich!

(End of this chapter)