COS Jae-Ryu-Sui accidentally came to Beika-Cho

"Isn't the lady coming along?"

The brown-haired man fixed his eyes on the motionless woman in the car of Gin, the boss. Seeing that she had no intention of getting out, he had no choice but to invite her in person.

Maybe it was because Tsushima was sitting in the back seat of Gin's car that the brown-haired man misunderstood something, but neither Gin nor Tsushima wanted to explain for the enemy.

"come out"

Gin glanced at someone in the car who was not taking it seriously and gave the order.

Tsushima snorted and got out of the car reluctantly. Chianti was so angry at his state that he almost gave up.

Chianti: What a pretentious attitude!

The code name members and Tsushima's group were surrounded by the enemy and invited into the enemy camp.

The brown-haired man led them into the hall. After they entered, he didn't offer them a seat or a cup of tea. He showed no hospitality at all. However, they were not important guests of the other party.

There was a man sitting at the first seat in the hall. He was wearing a purple top hat and was dressed quite elegantly. He had a purple silk scarf around his neck and the whole body was purple. From his appearance, one could tell that he was not Middle Eastern and was about 50 years old.

He had been playing with the revolver in his hand since they came in, as if he was enjoying something, so engrossed in it that he didn't even glance at them.

The brown-haired man leading the way did not remind them, but just lowered his head respectfully. It seemed that this man was their leader.

Chianti couldn't stand this atmosphere of who was more silent, so he asked directly, "Hey, what do you want to say by calling us here?"

Although the tone was impolite, it did not mean to provoke the enemy boss recklessly.

"Hush, don't be anxious." The purple enemy leader made a silent gesture and continued, "What do you think of this gun?"

He asked, holding up the pistol he had been admiring earlier and displaying it before them.

Chianti was confused and had no idea what the old man was trying to say. "Huh? It's just a broken revolver." She said quickly and directly.

She doesn't like using this kind of thing because it's not as good as her own PSG-1 sniper rifle.

"NONONO, this is the turntable that determines your future fate~"

The purple leader shook his head and answered his previous question, speaking provocatively in a teasing tone.

Anyway, Chianti was very angry when he heard it, "What did you say?"

Although he was not afraid of a war even if it was the enemy camp, it would be difficult to preserve the goods, and Gin was prepared for a big fight.

"Don't be so anxious, I just want to play a brave challenge with you, just a little game~" the purple leader announced exaggeratedly.

We are all from the other world, so we naturally know what this little game means.

Although cliché, it’s awesome!

"Sir, I am very interested in your game~" Tsushima finally spoke.

When Gin heard it for the first time, he was unable to react for a moment. It was as if a corpse had suddenly come to life and jumped around.

Tsushima stared at the revolver in the other man's hand with shining eyes, just like a pilgrim seeing his god, full of worship and enthusiasm.

"Hahaha, I knew you guys would like it!"

Seeing that his game was recognized, the purple leader smiled happily and deliberately ignored the opinion that only one person agreed with.

"Who? You like this? Are you sick?" Chianti was furious at this time and scolded both of them.

With a "bang", the bullet grazed Chianti's shoulder.

It was the brown-haired man who remained silent and pretended to be transparent. He warned the other party, "There won't be a next time."

The chief will not be allowed to be disrespected.

Chianti covered his bleeding shoulder and stared at the person. He wanted to say something but was stopped by Gin's eyes.

"We are not here to play boring games with you."

Gin looked at the other leader grimly, as if he wanted him to give an explanation, otherwise he would die without a burial place.

"Don't worry, let's put it this way, if you win you can leave safely, if you lose I won't take your lives, just leave your stuff behind."

"Ah, I almost forgot, I can't guarantee the lives of the participants~"

The purple leader looked like he was asking for a fight and continued, "How is it? Pretty good deal, right?"

Vodka: Good value for you

He could hardly help but turn into Chianti!

"rule?"

A calm voice asked slowly.

The purple leader looked over and saw the woman who agreed with him.

--interesting.

With a flash of interest in his eyes, he answered, "This revolver has six cylinders. You have a four-fifth chance of survival. Whoever survives to the end wins."

As the name suggests, it is Russian roulette. The gambling tools are revolvers and human lives. It seems that there are four-fifths of living space, but in fact, each time is a gamble of half.

Life or death, it only takes a moment.

A cliché and deadly game.

The purple leader continued, "Who dares to challenge me? Just send one person~"

This is a test of human nature. As a group, what kind of quarrels will you have? Who will be the lamb to be slaughtered in the end?

The lamb to be slaughtered jumped out eagerly and asked, "So, sir, do you want to compete with me?"

Tsushima Iris's bright blue eyes looked at people with great interest and a hint of excitement. She was so happy that her face turned red with dopamine.

Gin simply couldn't bear to see this guy, he was looking for death.

Vodka:…

She is so nice, she loves our organization.

He is willing to fight for the organization, this is not enough love!

Poor Vodka has not yet realized how evil Tsushima is, otherwise he would have to come back and slap himself.

Chianti sneered in an indescribable way. If the other party is willing to die, then let her go. It won't matter if she dies. The organization can operate with or without her.

Cohen, Cohen is quiet and just watches silently.

Jack Daniel said nothing. He had nothing good to comment. It didn't matter if the people in the organization died or not.

"No, no, no, ma'am, of course you are competing with my slave, so that our status is equal."

The purple leader shook his finger and pointed at the poor woman trapped in the cage behind him.

Tsushima looked at the woman's face and felt it was strangely familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was at once, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

The purple leader compared Tsushima to the other side's slaves, which shows that he looks down on them.

"Hey, this is so boring. Are you a coward? You asked me to play games with you, but you don't participate. This is so boring!"

Tsushima was very good at making people angry to death. Since this was not a provocation, he was not warned by the brown-haired man, but he did make the other party's boss angry.

Tsushima looked at the other leader with a look that said "Are you some naughty kid who needs someone to play with?" and complained about him in a tone that was strangely sweet.

"And why are you wearing purple? Do you like purple? Don't you know that wearing it like this makes you look like a show-off?"

"Especially with your oily tone of voice, it's just so oily that it drives me crazy. This oil is enough for all the members of your organization to cook for a year."

"You asked us to play games but you didn't play. You were afraid and asked a woman to replace you. What do you mean? Are you not as good as a woman?"

Tsushima took out all the anger he had been holding on the other person, talking like a machine gun, staring and dumbfounded everyone present.