Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Click——

Click——

Click——

Charles' technique seemed to be getting more and more skilled. She quickly pulled the trigger three times on herself, and then when the fourth trigger was half pulled, she pointed the gun at the man in the black top hat in front of her.

"boom--"

A gunshot rang out, and a pool of blood appeared.

The man in the top hat didn't even have time to react before he was shot in the head. Half of his face was torn off, and he fell backwards with his head tilted back, crashing to the ground with the stool.

"Girl"——8100!!!

"Two consecutive wins! Excuse me, 'Girl', do you want to continue?! Today's record is three consecutive wins!"

"continue."

Ciel spoke calmly.

Charles' calm words caused a round of curses from the audience. Everyone in the audience had bet on the other side's high odds. Someone had already lost more than 800 pounds. At this time, their eyes were red, waiting for the next comeback.

"Fuck it, I don't believe it..."

Some people walked towards the stage and looked at the £8,100 chips, while another group rushed to the lottery ticket purchasing point on the left and increased their bets.

As long as the "girl" can die this time, they can still turn the tables and make money again!

The biggest misconception of gamblers: I can turn the tables.

"Four empty shells! One live round!"

They roared and looked at the girl above. They watched her raise the pistol and point it at them again. The next second, she turned the gun and aimed it at the "pigtail-haired man" in front of her.

Is she scared?

Did she finally lose the courage to shoot herself?!

Yes, the chance to turn the tables is in this round!

Today, only one person achieved three consecutive victories. How could it be such a coincidence...

"boom--!"

Fire snakes spewed out from the black muzzle of the gun, and a corpse with its neck broken by a bullet fell to the ground with its body parts separated.

"Miss, your hundred pounds..."

The red-chip masked woman who was selling lottery tickets timidly handed a chip to Avina and continued, "Please give me the lottery ticket... I'll return the chip to you..."

"Need not,"

Avina shook her head and said, "Continue to buy all."

"Three consecutive wins!"

The dealer spoke excitedly, shouting, "Who could have imagined! Today, the Death Wheel at Deton Manor would have its second three-game winning streak!"

"Next! Are there any more challengers?"

After hearing about the floating odds, many people have already run to the right with their chips.

But before they could get there, they saw a banner hanging next to the prize redemption counter that read, "Lottery Tickets Sold Out."

The lottery ticket with 1 Soviet pounds chips is sold out just like that?

"Fuck you! I'm going to make you spit out all the money you swallowed!"

A bald man, who was so angry that he lost his temper, rushed directly into the glass house!

"It's 'Bald Luke'!"

"I heard he spent a lot of money on potions from the Redemption Society to increase bone strength. He might actually be able to withstand a bullet!"

"Let's go! There's no way that woman will win this time!"

The place selling lottery tickets on the left was once again crowded with gamblers. With their continuous purchases, the odds were gradually pulled to an average.

0.50: 0.50.

If Charles can win again this time, Avina can directly suck the opponent's money and make a profit of 5,000 pounds!

At this time, the competition on the stage above started again.

The girl calmly twirled the revolver in her hand, while the place where the bald man opposite was sitting was already a mess of blood and flesh.

Three bodies lay at his feet.

"Girl"——8150!!!

“Bald head”——50!!!

"let's start."

The bald man stared at the girl in front of him with sharp eyes.

He was determined to get the 8200 pounds...

No one can keep good luck till the end.

Click——

As if it was a death countdown, the girl pointed the gun at herself and pulled the trigger, with a crisp sound.

64

Chapter 64: "Gambler" and "Cultist" Charles.

"I'm very sorry everyone, I think there's a small situation that needs urgent attention~"

The dealer held his hands flat with his palms facing upwards, and the glass wall covered with blood and unknown liquid was slowly lifted up. Several piled corpses rolled down the steps from the platform, and pools of blood continued to flow down the steps, as if the blood floodgates had been opened.

"Deton Manor in Burren City has set an unprecedented new record: 18 consecutive wins. Are there any warriors who would like to continue the challenge?"

The dealer waved his hand suddenly, and four long blood-stained banners fell from all directions.

"Girl"——8900!!!

A human head rolled to the feet of a gambler. He took two trembling steps back and looked at the girl in the stands who slaughtered eighteen people with a calm expression, his heart trembling slightly.

The 8,900 pounds in chips are indeed tempting, but... my own life is more important...

The gamblers' passion to reach the top has been cooled by the dirty blood flowing down from the platform.

She's definitely cheating...but how is she doing it?!

No supernatural powers! No seals! How on earth did she do it?!

While the gamblers below were in dead silence, two dealers wearing green chip masks were running quickly up the stairs.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

They stopped outside a room at the end of the corridor on the third floor. One of them walked forward and knocked on the door.

In the luxurious study, a woman wearing a black chip mask and an exquisite dress was standing in front of her desk.

In front of her was a chessboard made of two wooden boards, with black and white chess pieces on it. She picked up two dice with her right hand wearing white gloves, threw them, and began to move the chess pieces on the board.

Then she walked to the other side, rolled the dice again, looked at the two twos on the dice, and fell into deep thought.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She looked towards the door with some displeasure and said, "Come in."

She watched as two dealers walked in quickly, flipped the dice in their hands, caught them, and asked, "What's up?"

"Admin, someone has won seventeen consecutive games on the Death Roulette!"

"The eighteenth round was just underway! It's probably already broken the record!"

"Oh?"

The woman stopped rolling the dice and asked with interest, "Which 'gambler'?"

Basically, only "gamblers" will participate in the Death Roulette, and a second-level "Doomsday Messenger" can easily kill himself.

At the third level of "Chosen One", participating in gambling games is no longer of any use, especially in the Death Roulette. If the "Chosen One" stands there motionless, the opponent's bullets will not be able to hit the "Chosen One", even if the opponent has added a guaranteed hit, the barrel may explode.

"Not a gambler, but a newcomer."

The dealer recounted the entire incident in one breath. "Three dealers have already been replaced, and none of them have detected any extraordinary abilities or seals. There's absolutely no evidence of any cheating!"

"Newbie?"

The woman in the black chip mask tossed the dice back onto the table and asked, "Who's her referral?"

"Miss Russell and her bodyguard, and Adele from the Redemption Society."

The dealer told the woman all the information.

Hearing these names, the woman's face under the mask was slightly startled.

How did these two people get together?

This saves a lot of trouble.

Seeing the administrator fall silent, one of the dealers asked, "Administrator, do we need to stop the game immediately and notify An Su? This is a good seedling, and headquarters will be very interested..."

"Need not."

The woman shook her head and walked straight towards the door, passing the two dealers and heading straight out.

The two dealers slowly lowered their heads in the direction the woman left, stretched out their hands and made a strange symbol on their chests.

The woman went down to the second floor and walked into the VIP viewing room. The window sill of this room led directly to the interior of the manor. There was a small platform protruding outwards where people could watch the gambling games below.

At this moment, the glass house on the left, covered with blood and brain matter, was slowly rising in front of her. The woman looked down and saw the head, corpse and trickling blood rolling down the stairs.

On the right side of the platform, a beautiful girl with long gray-blue hair was sitting quietly. Opposite the girl were more than a dozen stacked corpses.

At this moment, the hall seemed to have fallen into a dead silence. Even when the banner symbolizing the high bonus fell, no one dared to step forward.

The woman in the black chip mask stared at the girl below, and a smile gradually appeared on her face under the mask.

It's indeed a good seedling...

Even though she was now with the two people who had ruined her plans, it didn't detract from the fact that she was just an ordinary person.

Ordinary people mean easy to control.

The woman pressed the switch beside her, and the kerosene lamps around her lit up, attracting the attention of the dealer and the girl on the podium.

"Oh! Our administrator, Ms. Kitty, is here too! Let's hear what good news Ms. Kitty has brought us!"

The dealer worked hard to manage the scene, drawing everyone's attention to the VIP viewing platform on the second floor.

After almost everyone looked in her direction, Kitty slightly pulled the black glove on her right hand with her left hand, and then placed both hands on the stone fence in front of her.

"Everyone!"

Kitty's voice was passionate beneath her black mask. She shouted to the audience, "Today! The death wheel record in our Burren district has been broken again!"

"This is a historic moment worth remembering! As the administrator of this place, I have decided!"

Kitty raised her hand, pointed in the direction of the long piece, and said, "Add another 2000 pounds to the existing chips!"

After a few seconds, a new banner was dropped.

"Girl"——10900!!!

"In addition to the new chips, I will also add a new rule!"

Kitty slammed the handrail in front of her and shouted, "Challenger, if you can defeat the defender!"

"You can directly inherit all of her winning streaks and gain all the profits from the streak! And erase all debts!"

"It's time to turn the tables! It's now!"

"As long as you win! You will make history! Go straight to the management of Deton Manor! Change your life!"

As Kitty finished speaking, the gamblers in the audience roared with excitement, as if the fear they had just felt was directly dispelled by this speech, and now all they had left in their hearts was the urge to win.

Kitty suddenly pushed herself up against the handrail and jumped directly off the VIP platform.

The gamblers breathed heavily and made way for her. Kitty parted the crowd and walked towards the platform step by step.