Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 366 365. It feels like it was designed...

It was a strange conversation. At first, the other party thought that Cypher just wanted to shake his mind, but in fact, Cypher really wanted to persuade him to change his ways.

After all, he has been in the entertainment company for so long. What kind of thoughts would he have when he was sent to a table where he could only watch himself being bombarded by a shotgun?

Perhaps this person could be turned against him, provided he survived. So Cypher's current thought was how to make this person survive, rather than end up like the unlucky guy who first fought against him...

After being kicked out, he was dragged away like a corpse and nothing happened next.

As for whether he really turned into a corpse, it is better not to delve too deeply into this matter. It will not be good for everyone.

After a long silence, this person suddenly pointed at the table and said, "No other communication during the gambling game."

Language is also a strategy, so it can't be considered "another form of communication", right?
Cypher shrugged, noncommittal. He grabbed the gun, threw the handcuffs, and pulled the trigger—boom, boom.

This one was a real bullet. The opponent, along with the chair, fell into the darkness, dragging it back slowly after a long moment. The pain from the injection and the pacemaker pierced his nerves like a violin...

He was silent for a while, and his trembling movement to pick up the gun froze, because Seifer picked up the shotgun again, checked the magazine, and fired another shot!
After being subjected to such brutal bombardment continuously, any ordinary resident would have probably suffered a mental breakdown, but the man in front of him had obviously endured similar shocks. After pulling back the chair, he was able to grab the corner of the table and hold back his screams!

But in this way, all three live rounds had been fired, so this round was forced to end.

Sefer pointed at the table, signaling the other party to look carefully at the props on the table... The handcuffs really made the other party extremely frightened.

After the live ammunition was fired, there was no need to continue the rest, so the organizer immediately and considerately entered the next round and started by distributing props.

Two ampules and two muzzle devices (to increase damage) appeared on Cypher's table, while his opponent's table had a pair of handcuffs, two unload cards, and a magnifying glass.

Theoretically, the opponent is much luckier than Saiful. Perhaps this is because the casino arranges unequal conditions for both parties. In this case, only by seeing the prepared ammunition can the calculation result be given.

The ammunition compartment opened, and Seifer just said "Oh", but his opponent's head was covered with sweat.

Eight bullets, two are fake!

At present, Sefer still has 5 chances, and his opponent has 4, but strictly speaking, there are only 3... This pain, as if someone was grabbing his heart and squeezing the blood throughout his body, made him a little hesitant.

So he took a deep breath and let the coin flip.

The previous round of games ended, and the first and second players had to be chosen again. The coin spun in the air, and he opened his eyes: "I choose the printed side!"

"Whatever you want, I'll choose the other side."

The coin spun and landed on the ground, and finally the printed side was facing up again - how to say it, twice in a row, Sefer thought it was probably a matter of luck.

I hope so.

The other party immediately took out the injection and injected it into his arm without hesitation. During the communication, Xiang suddenly reminded him that the medicine was not something gentle and suitable for use.

It's like a supplement used by independent mercenaries who drive machines to stabilize their spirits. It works quickly but also has severe side effects. There's no precise amount of time to rest after each battle.

Regardless of how Xiang knew about this thing, the other party's mental state and appearance now seem to be much better than before.

"Ugh..."

He muttered something through his teeth, then gave himself a second shot. When all six indicators lit up, he handed the handcuffs to Sever, confirmed that he had handcuffed himself, and picked up the gun.

Eight bullets, six real and two fake!
Without hesitation, he pulled out his magnifying glass, tossed it behind him, pulled back the bolt slightly, confirmed the bullet in the ejection port, and turned the gun around to aim at himself. With a click, he ejected the dummy ammunition, then, with exceptional excitement, aimed at Cypher and pulled the trigger.

Cypher dodged the bullet aimed at his head again with an expressionless face... This guy is really a little mentally unstable.

Eject the chamber, and the next shot is still real, so Cypher now has four chances left - actually three.

Then another shot rang out, and this time it was real, and another opportunity disappeared.

Casually tearing off the handcuffs, Seifer took the still warm gun, pondered for a moment, inserted the needle into his wrist, and watched the rippling liquid being injected under the push of compressed air.

Not to mention where he was actually hit, after the opportunity was restored, Cypher picked up the gun and wondered how many bullets were left - oh, four real and one fake.

The other party no longer had handcuffs, but Seifer still had one in his hand. He threw it on the table without hesitation. He threw away the magnifying glass, opened the sliding window and took a look, and suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

"My smile really turned out like this. I have to say it's quite cleverly controlled."

Without hesitation, Seifer installed the damage enhancer and pulled the trigger at the opponent. Amid the roar of gunfire, the opponent fell over without any chance to react.

When he got up, he saw the man stuff two ejector clips into the table, then pulled the bolt, a real bullet and a dummy bullet were ejected, and the last two bullets left in the gun body were only two real bullets!

Then he doubled it up again and blasted it out the moment the opponent just got up, blasting the masked man and the person into the small room without lights.

All the normal points on his indicator disappeared, and then the drill bit drilled into the picture tube, destroying it directly.

...and there are performances like this. Wonderful.

Under Sefer's gaze, the man opposite took a long time to return to the table with a sad face, as if he was hanging by a rope.

The face that should have been handsome was completely bloodless, and his eyeballs, which looked like cheap plastic, rolled around. He reached out and picked up the shotgun shell with the last bullet in it from the table.

Looking at his deathly pale expression, it wouldn't be surprising if he pointed the gun at himself and pulled the trigger in the next second, but after a brief pause...

A creepy smile suddenly appeared on that lifeless face. He raised his gun without hesitation and fired at Seifer in a not-so-standard posture. The gushing lead bullets hit the iron gate again.

At the same time, the counter representing Sefer was also destroyed by the drill, and the guns around him instantly made a series of loading sounds.

"Now, if either of us gets shot again, this bet will end."

He smiled creepily, his eyes were bloodshot, and his out-of-control facial expression made his face, which should have been handsome, look like human skin stuck to bones under his messy seaweed-like hair.

That was true. Cypher tapped the table, signaling the next round.

Not to mention how excited the audience outside was, the four technical staff in charge of liaison on Sefer's side were already huddled together and trembling. Even Leica didn't speak for a long time, and when he spoke again, his tone was no longer as calm as usual.

...Isn't it a little too early for these students to see what the outside world is like? But thinking about the people in the Yorozuya, it looks like the oldest one should be graduating soon.

Adapting to the external social environment in advance is also a good choice, so Sefer recorded the current scene and prepared to share it with them later.

(End of this chapter)