Qiao Ying froze, but was speechless.
The man continued to look at Xue Jing.
"As you can see, it's Russian roulette, play or not."
At this time, countless footsteps were heard, the crowd was separated, and security director Chen Liang walked in with a group of people.
He looked at the field and saw Xue Jing's figure. He was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly:
"Mr. Xue?"
Xue Jing didn't look at him, but waved to him sideways.
Chen Liang understood that this meant that he should not interfere.
He nodded silently, restrained his men, and joined the crowd of onlookers.
Xue Jing picked up the revolver from the ground.
The silver gun body has extremely beautiful lines and is much larger than ordinary pistols. The barrel is very long and looks like a large-caliber revolver.
Xue Jing was not a military fan and had basically never paid attention to the types of firearms in this world. He could not recognize what this revolver was, but just by looking at its appearance, he could tell that its firepower was definitely powerful and it was not an ordinary pistol.
'It's like a Hong Kong gambling movie. Things are getting interesting...'
Xue Jing became interested. He put the revolver on the table, stood up, looked directly into the man's eyes, and said with interest:
"Okay, let's play it. What's the stakes?"
When Qiao Ying, who was standing next to him, heard this, she suddenly became anxious.
"Brother, this is not a joke. It can really kill people! This guy is a lunatic. Just ignore him. Let's go play something else, okay?"
Qiao Ying pulled Xue Jing's sleeve and looked at him pleadingly.
How could he die before having sex with this guy
Qiao Ying had a strong premonition that if she couldn't get this person, she would be left with a lifetime of regret.
Do you want her to be killed
The tall man looked at Xue Jing deeply and said, "It's rare. You have guts."
He picked up the revolver on the table, took out the cylinder, then took a brass bullet from his pocket and stuffed it into one of the bullet holes.
The cylinder closed and he moved it with his hand, causing it to spin inside the gun and then stop.
"The rules are simple. The first move is decided by rock-paper-scissors. The winner can designate himself or the other party to shoot first."
"The designated person puts a gun to his own head and can fire as many times as he wants, but he must fire at least once."
"There is only one bullet in the gun, and the other five are blanks, which means that one of the six bullets must be a real bullet."
The man paused here.
"As for the bet... If you can survive, I will give you 10 million Zhuxia coins."
"Your death... requires no other price."
The man said calmly.
His goal was to stop Qiao Ying from messing around and disrupting his work, so killing the boy would be enough, and there was no need for any other stakes.
He knew exactly which shot would fire the bullet in the revolver. As long as he won the rock-paper-scissors game and designated himself as the first to fire, the boy would be dead...
And rock-paper-scissors... haha.
"You're talking as if you've already won..."
"But, it was interesting, and I agreed."
Xue Jing smiled slightly and spoke.
Qiao Ying grabbed Xue Jing's sleeve and shook her head frantically, anxiously:
"No, don't agree to it. You will lose. You will definitely lose. You will really die!"
The people around were very excited and talked about it:
"They actually want to play Russian roulette. That revolver is a real gun!"
"I didn't expect to see such a scene on a cruise. The money was well spent!"
“I’m a little scared to watch it, but I really want to watch it!”
Ignoring Qiao Ying's dissuasion and the noise around him, Xue Jing chuckled and said:
"Shall we get started?"
The man looked at him deeply and said, "Interesting boy... I will remember you."
He stretched out his arm, and Xue Jing did the same.
"Rock, Scissors...Paper!"
They both raised their arms at the same time and swung them downwards.
The tall man's eyes focused, and a blue light emerged from his left eye. Countless invisible data kept jumping and flowing in it.
From the inclination of Xue Jing's eyes, to the squirming of his arm muscles, to the possibility of his palm stretching...
He continuously analyzed all the data and finally came to a conclusion.
Stone: 12%
Scissors: 57%
Fabric: 31%
Most likely it's scissors...
It doesn't matter, no matter what you choose, at the last moment, I will change my gestures at a speed you can't see, and you will lose no matter what...
The man was thinking so, and at the moment when their hands stopped, he saw Xue Jing's gesture.
It turned out to be cloth... The data analysis is not very accurate.
The man quickly changed his palm into a scissors gesture at a speed that was imperceptible to the human eye.
Finally, it came out.
The man took out the scissors.
Xue Jing took out the stone.
"It seems that I am lucky. I won."
Xue Jing raised his clenched fist and chuckled.
The man's pupils suddenly contracted.
This... How is it possible!
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Chapter 114 I am a true feminist, this guy is practicing traditional martial arts! ? (4K)
"That good-looking boy won. That's great... I don't want to see him die. What a waste."
"I just won the game of rock-paper-scissors... I'm not sure what will happen next."
"Next he can choose to go first or second. He will probably choose to go first. The chance of the first shot having a real bullet is only one in six. Going first is definitely in his favor in terms of probability."
"This young man is really lucky. He has a great advantage in taking the initiative."
The tall man heard the discussions around him and his expression became uncertain.
Luck? Luck
How the hell could this be luck
At the last moment of the game of rock, paper, scissors, he changed his gesture at a speed that ordinary people could never react to or see clearly, and played scissors.
However, the final result was that he lost.
[Since the inspection was completed, the operation status is good and no abnormalities were found]
A message in green font appeared in Yi's eyes.
There was no mistake, which meant that he indeed saw that the opponent played 'cloth' at the last moment.
In this case, there is only one possibility.
'This guy... his reaction speed and action speed are both faster than mine.'
The tall man's heart sank.
At the last moment, the boy first made the "paper" gesture, and then when he saw the "paper", he made the "scissors" gesture, but the other party quickly replaced the cloth with rock.
The total reaction time and action time is estimated to be less than 0.01 seconds.
But this guy did it, how could it be possible...
Qiao Ying finally realized that something was wrong. This handsome boy who made people salivate... was not simple.
She looked at Xue Jing with complicated eyes and said nothing more.
"Then let's start with me."
Xue Jing, with a smile in his eyes, reached out and picked up the revolver on the table.
"..." The man didn't say anything, just watched Xue Jing's actions.
Logically speaking, this kid shouldn't know which shot the real bullet will be fired.
He was the one who loaded the bullets and rotated the cylinder, and only he knew which shot he was on.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel fortunate.
Out of caution, he moved the real bullets to a very far back position...
In the fifth round.
If only this guy had been a little less courageous and shot himself less than four times, he would still have won.
"Speaking of which, this... May I ask what your name is?"
Xue Jing asked casually as if he was taking snacks in his own living room, he casually opened the safety on his revolver.
“… My last name is Wei.”
The tall man named Wei spoke calmly.
Xue Jing raised his revolver and shot himself in the head.
“Click—”
The magazine rotated and made a sound, but no bullet was fired. However, the crowd around let out a low cry, and some people even covered their eyes, not daring to watch.
"Oh? It's Mr. Wei." Xue Jing said with a smile.
Although I don’t know which wei it is, it doesn’t matter.
As he spoke, Xue Jing turned the safety of his revolver on and off, then picked it up and shot himself in the head.
“Click—”
There was a low gasp from all around, and the security director Chen Liang who was watching also began to get nervous and couldn't help swallowing.
Mr. Xue... is indeed a master who can escape unscathed from facing dozens of gunmen.
If you don’t know, you might think he is holding a toy gun and is just playing with it.
The movements were too casual, too easy.
"I have a question for Mr. Wei."
Xue Jing said this without any change in expression, not looking like someone who was going through a life-or-death crisis at all.
The man surnamed Wei narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Speak."
“Click—”
Xue Jing fired a third shot at his own head.
"The third shot!"