[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Someone nearby brought up a copper plate with six bullets on it.

and two guns.

What does it mean?

"The old man is a vulgar person, and he likes the cliché plots in movies and novels the most. But Russian roulette is too simple, right? For the sentry, it is an easy pastime, after all, they always You can hear the slight rotation of the bullet from the wheel...that's too simple, let's change the rules."

There are many gangsters in the United States. Although they have not been legalized, they can still run rampant in the world. There are even several international-scale gangsters. Frog Porcelain is one of them.It's ridiculous to say that when he joined the group singing "salvation", he was oppressed and insulted by the evil forces, but he was still criticized. The so-called redemption only brought more disasters - let go The traitor was arrested, and the underpaid protection fee needs to be doubled and returned...

He has a deep understanding of the cruelty of human nature.

It's really strange, isn't life just for fun, why should he be so cruel to others.In the past, he also had such naive thoughts. After many years, he climbed to the position of the head of the sub-clan, and he didn't remember how he thought back then.

He likes to gamble, especially the moment when he bets his life on the gambling table, nothing is more exciting than this!

Huang said in a deep voice: "Enough, we are here to negotiate a deal, and we have no obligation to play with you."

"Ah, don't say that, the old man is a man of principle. The deal with the federation has been agreed in advance, and now the conditions you give are not in line with my liking. To be reasonable, you have to give enough to make me regret it." Things are not that simple, right? I like to bet, so if you have anything else to say, wait until I win the bet!"

"You can mention the conditions again."

"I'm sorry, but gambling is the true meaning of life."

In other words, he looked down on other conditions, even if the remuneration given by the Federation was doubled.

Huang commented: "There is really no principle."

"No, no, old people are very principled." Frog Porcelain immediately retorted: "You must have never bet your lives. That feeling is really wonderful, and you will never forget it in your life!"

He couldn't hide the worry on his face. He looked at the two revolvers placed parallel to each other—that wasn't something from this era. It's already 2116. Revolvers have long since become a thing of the past. Even the handsome guy in the movie High-tech lenses will never be used, and there is only one reason why they have not been completely discontinued.

—Russian roulette.

It's ridiculous for a "game", but this "sport" never stops between gangsters.A revolver that can hold six bullets, a person, and a bullet, there is no need to prepare for any pomp, the only inconvenience is the subsequent collection of corpses.I don’t know how it was played in the old days, but now it’s mostly used to torture traitors, in order to want you to die, but to leave you with some hope of survival, struggling in fear, guessing, and buckling on the forehead After triggering the trigger, what will be ushered in is the decayed corpse, rotting into mud, or the blessings that come after surviving a catastrophe.

Yimulian heard a little bit in the military academy. Although the excellent hearing of sentries can save them from roulette, among guides and ordinary people, this is still a matter of life and death. sports.

But he didn't know that there were special rules of the game for Sentinels.

A single bullet can still feel the weight from the small touch, but what if there are more bullets?

Frog Porcelain clapped his hands, and his tone suddenly became gloomy: "Dangdangdang, the new rules—I'll give you two guns and six bullets, and you can choose how you want them!"

One bullet, one gun, 16.67% probability.Six bullets, two guns, 50% probability, but for the sentinel guide, if one person dies, the other must be buried.

... No, it's not.Yimulian's face was as pale as paper.They are not united, and there is no joint death.

But this news did not make people happy at all.

They ran out with the Federation behind their backs. Once something happened, the Federation could shirk responsibility on the grounds of ignorance—and they would still be diagnosed as "suicide by shooting" by the forensic doctor.It's no wonder that the people of the United States are not worried about the incident. No matter how bad it is, the gang is also the most researched criminal organization on the destruction of corpses and traces.

He didn't think that Yasha's situation was much better than their current situation. The guard at the door said "three people", and these people knew that there were three people sitting in the car.

Yimulian looked around and saw that there were too many black muzzles for him to count, and he felt dizzy.

Huang didn't make any statement. They all knew how terrifying biological weapons were. Once they fell into the hands of the Federation, the direction of the war would be obvious.The United States itself is not a country that is keen on external expansion. They are too busy with their own internal strife. At this time, they will show favor to the Federation, which is unexpected in itself.

If it could have been predicted earlier, it would be...

If it is not stopped now, there will only be more such cooperation in the future. The rich and powerful from all over the world are gathered here, and the Federation has the opportunity to look for targets everywhere.

"The atmosphere is very dull, so let's have an appetizer first." Seeing that the two of them were quiet, Frog Porcelain clapped his hands reluctantly: "Where are the two people who leaked the secret tonight? Bring them here."

He didn't say it clearly, but the answer was already obvious-what secrets can there be in the big night?Naturally, it is the traitor who disclosed the transaction situation to the empire and Gu Huo Niao, that is... the imperial people.

Yimulian grasped Huang's sleeve tightly.

Huang shook his head at him: Marshal, sacrifice is inevitable.

The sentinel pheromone is undoubtedly the best pacifier for the guide. He took two breaths silently, and the snowflake splash screen in his mind was finally covered by other things - Huang's hug, the heat of his fingertips, and the touch of his lips. He shouldn't be thinking about these things at this time, but he needs a strong impetus to support him to straighten his back again.

Two so-called "traitors" suspected of being imperial soldiers were brought up. They didn't suffer any trauma, but there was not much hope in their eyes. Even for them, Russian roulette was more like good news.If they don't take the risk, there is only a more thorough "death" waiting for them.

The two men nearly got into a fight trying to cram as many bullets into each other as possible, and they each got a fourth bullet as the price of the noise.

66.67%.

There was only a loud bang.That was not a blank bullet.

The bright red blood splashed on Yimulian's face, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it disgustingly. The smelly liquid was also mixed with yellow-white brains, which was the smell most familiar to soldiers.

is death.

He has almost forgotten this fear after staying in a bright place for too long.

The revolver has obviously been modified. After all, the small broken gun hundreds of years ago can hardly pose a life-threatening threat to the sentries. As long as they are not 100% aimed at the forehead and heart, they may still survive.In order to prevent this from happening, its firepower was greatly increased, and the half of the head flew down on the marble floor, adding a more high-profile color to the magnificence of the room.

The other person trembled violently twice, and had nowhere to escape, so he could only grit his teeth and pull the trigger, and there was another "bang".

Yimulian's breathing paused for several seconds, and he didn't remember to continue breathing until Huang patted him.He comforted himself, these two are ordinary people, they can't listen to the wind and distinguish sounds like sentinels, they can only rely on luck...

The two horrific corpses were not carried away, and Frog Porcelain waved: "It's your turn."

That tone didn't sound like he could refuse.After the silver plate was re-placed, the bullets were handed over. He looked at the two pistols that had just killed two people, and forced himself to gradually calm down.

Which bullet distribution method provides the highest probability of survival in exchange?He didn't know, his head was in a mess, he couldn't figure it out.

Huang Han asked, "What about your bet?"

Frog Porcelain blinked: "If you lose...you will die together. If you win, then I will revoke the deal with the Federation."

"With additional conditions, we will no longer cooperate with the Federation."

"Very confident, as expected of the former marshal of the empire who just stepped down. But the old man really likes to bet, and of course he also likes to see people who are full of confidence, which will make the old man feel that he has seen himself. If you can survive, then It is the destiny, the old man is very optimistic about your performance."

Frog porcelain actually readily agreed.

At least the situation is clearer, which is a good thing.Thinking about it at a glance, this is really absurd. The rise and fall of a country is played by applause, and war is so funny and incomprehensible.

Huang cast a look, and at a glance, he couldn't tell whether it was sending a secret signal or comfort that was better than nothing.

Huang stretched out his hand to grab the bullets on the plate, but the porcelain frog interrupted him again: "This old man is actually very kind. Let me remind you, can you guess if the weights of these bullets are exactly the same?"

Huang's hands stopped.

He was indeed shaken. Although the bullets in the tray were of the same caliber, their colors were uneven, and they were probably not produced in the same batch. Even a slight deviation of 0.1g was enough to cause a sentry to make a mistake in judgment.

Some people in the Sentinel Yard have played this kind of game, but they didn't use live ammunition at that time, but they just forgot which teacher designed the stinky easter egg. When it hits the forehead, it will explode into a sticky yellow and red paste. Disgusting people, I never thought that one day I would meet again in this situation.

At that time, a group of people gathered together, there was only one bullet in the magazine, six people took turns to shoot, and whoever was in charge of cleaning this week.He still remembers the feel of the revolver's tumbling wheel. The bullets are a bit heavy, and they can feel it when they rotate in the wheel. The hand will shake because of the inertial centripetal force, and a little external force can make the wheel stop. deviation.

That's how he cheated to get away with the hassle of cleaning... Is this retribution?

Yimulian was so anxious that it was about to smoke, but he still wanted to laugh.

Huang threw the gun to Yimulian: "Are you confident?"

The eyes under the black veil stared straight at him, and it took a while before he said, "Yes."

He knew what Frog Porcelain wanted to test them.Frog Porcelain is well-known in the United States. He knows some of them. He can use the word "luck" to overwhelm people in a high-sounding manner, but he also says that luck is not important at all-but apart from the "luck" of destiny , there is one more thing that is also essential.

That is to have the trust that pays the price of life.

He took his own gun from the tray, and still laughed, Huang rarely smiled like this, which made one's breath choked.

He then removed five bullets.

tbc

About binding heat (if a gn asks me, just write it!):

BondingHeat: Something that every sentinel and guide who experience bonding will face.Especially dangerous for unbonded Sentinels or Guides.Under the influence of bonding fever, they will lose their ability to think, and their desires and impulses will override everything else.The main manifestations are rising body temperature and increased sexual desire, lack of self-control ability, and the perception ability of both parties will decline slightly, and the duration is uncertain. (This paragraph is copy, theoretically it is a public setting)

This private setting is an annual thing like my uncle, and it is initiated by the guide, which is equivalent to the Omega's (memoda) love period in ABO.

There is another setting that should be regarded as relatively public: guides who have triggered binding fever but have not properly resolved (for example, no binding, or no inhibitors) are likely to face death (or other more serious consequences)