#45 - Chapter 45 It's Your Turn
Inside the room.
Looking at the smiling man before them.
Those devilish words.
Zhao Qiang and his gang felt as if they were trapped in a movie scene.
Their whole bodies felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
They didn't know what to do.
Play the game?
Could they not play?
What kind of hellish game was this!?
Losing meant death?
Could they refuse!?
They really wanted to ask if they could refuse, but no one dared to ask, because they didn't dare imagine the consequences of refusing.
The group of people, bruised and swollen, looked at each other with ugly expressions.
They didn't know what was happening; how did the situation suddenly become like this?
Half an hour ago, they were still drinking and chatting happily, discussing the future.
How could they suddenly be entering a life-or-death choice now?
Qin Jin didn't let them wait.
He put away his smile, extended his finger, and casually pointed to a henchman on the side, saying calmly:
"You go first, hand him the dice."
The first sentence was addressed to the henchman, and the second sentence was addressed to the combat soldier next to him.
The combat soldier immediately obeyed.
He rushed up, grabbed the number one player's arms, and forcibly stuffed the dice into his hands.
Qin Jin's voice sounded at this moment.
"I'll count to three, and you must roll it; the consequences are your own if you don't."
"Three."
This henchman panicked.
Why did he have to be chosen?
He wasn't ready yet.
He had just joined yesterday; although he had a good time last night, he had just been beaten up, so they should be even, right?
It shouldn't be so serious as to choose life or death, right?
Bastard!
He didn't dare to say these two words.
He could only roar in his heart.
He held the dice in his hand, and his heart struggled fiercely.
Winning meant he could be saved.
But what about losing?
Would he really be killed?
"Two."
He didn't dare to gamble.
The light dice was like a bomb stuck to his hand.
Throwing it out might get him killed, but not throwing it out meant he didn't know when it would explode.
"One."
The urging voice was approaching the end.
He still didn't throw the dice.
In the end, he still couldn't do it.
He was afraid of death, and he wanted to gamble that the other party was just scaring them.
Qin Jin clapped his hands, as if with some regret.
He shook his head at the man and said, "I'm sorry, this friend doesn't want to play games with me."
"Then."
"I have no choice but to."
His voice didn't seem to finish.
His body had already darted forward like lightning!
Everyone's eyes blurred.
He was already standing in front of the henchman.
With a flick of his right hand, he had already clamped the other party's neck, lifting him up with one hand!
The unnamed henchman's face turned red, his eyes instantly congested and turned red, his hands grabbed Qin Jin's hand trying to pry it open, and his feet were kicking wildly; he wanted to struggle, wanted to say something, but his throat was choked and he couldn't speak!
Crack!!
A crisp sound.
The henchman who didn't want to reveal his name tilted his head.
His consciousness slowly fell into darkness.
Qin Jin didn't give him time and directly crushed his throat and spine.
Under his strange and powerful hand, it was almost like crushing potato chips.
He casually discarded him on the ground, as if he had done something insignificant, completely different from his regretful expression just now.
"Please go die."
He clapped his hands and showed a smile again.
And finished saying the last words he wanted to say to the henchman.
As for whether the other party could still hear it, it was not something he cared about.
"Okay. Next, it's the next person's turn; is there anyone willing to apply to play the game in advance?"
"It's okay."
Zhao Qiang and others felt that if they had felt like they had fallen into an ice cave just now, they felt like they had been stuffed into the depths of the Antarctic glacier!!
WTF?
Not playing the game meant being killed directly!?
And was that kind of skill still human!?
A monster!
Not only was this group shocked, but the combat soldiers, who had been stimulated many times, were once again subverted.
They had a new understanding of the boss.
The base leader, who usually seemed quite easy to talk to and occasionally serious.
He showed his hand when he chopped Guo Qing a few days ago, and today he refreshed their understanding again.
Not only were they sighing at the boss's terrifying strength.
But also that kind of capricious, and seemingly a bit perverted taste!?
He was a pervert, right?
No one dared to speak out, just watching the game continue.
No one knew that this was just a little bit of Qin Jin's nature; he was a person who had survived in that kind of world for six years in his previous life!
You want him to be completely normal?
How is that possible?
People who were not strong enough and had no background to rely on were basically all dead; people who could live so long would basically suffer from various psychological illnesses.
After all, they were either on the road to killing zombies or on the road to killing people.
When food was scarce, killing a person for a bite to eat was a very normal thing.
His principle was that he could ignore it if others didn't provoke him, but if they did, he would definitely return it.
And that was not to let him hear things he didn't like happening.
He would meddle in other people's business.
Unfortunately, too many people didn't have eyes and always provoked him, causing his hands to be stained with blood.
He had been trying very hard to restrain himself, living a normal life for half a year since his rebirth.
He had suppressed his tyranny a lot.
It was just that now that he had returned to the apocalypse, Guo Qing had already stimulated him once, and the Sun brothers' encounter today also told him that the world of collapsed order was back.
God knows how many Zhao Qiang-like people he killed in his previous life!
Although he and Zhao Qiang were both devils who trampled on human lives, there was no essential difference between the two.
But.
He just wanted to kill this kind of person.
Just to feel comfortable in his heart after killing them.
So he could sleep well at night.
There was no noble saying, just pure dislike, wanting to kill all these kinds of people.
It may be a product of the fusion of previous moralities and chaos.
After he finished speaking.
Still no one took the initiative to ask to play the game first.
No one would want to play this deadly game in advance, right?
"Since there isn't, then you're next."
Qin Jin pointed again to another man on the other side who was covering his face, curling up, and lying on the ground pretending to be dead, wanting to reduce his presence.
The combat soldier directly walked over and supported him, ignoring the man's mournful face, and rudely stuffed a dice into his hand.
"Three."
The urging voice continued to sound.
This man pretending to be dead was the first to follow Zhao Qiang, and he was also one of Zhao Qiang's capable subordinates.
At this time, he looked at the boss as if asking for help, but received no response from Zhao Qiang.
"Two."
The countdown was still continuing over there.
He hesitated for a moment, resigned himself, gritted his teeth, and took a deep breath.
As if he had mustered all his strength, he put his hands together, rubbed the light dice hard, and then threw it out, muttering in his mouth:
"God bless! God bless! It must be six o'clock!"
The dice drew an arc and fell to the ground.
Then rolled forward, and under the tense gaze of the man pretending to be dead, it began to slow down.
Finally stopped.
Two points.
The man pretending to be dead's legs went soft.
He almost sat down on the ground.
His already bad complexion was now even scarier.
It was as if a part of his soul had been taken away by the ghost messenger, and his face was already a bit like a ghost.
Damn it!
The man pretending to be dead cursed wildly in his heart; he rolled a small number!
Trouble!
Qin Jin didn't care how he was.
He took the other dice from the combat soldier and said in a relaxed tone, "Two points, a bit small, now it's my turn."
He casually threw the dice in front of the man pretending to be dead, and it rolled and fell in front of him.
Four points.
The man pretending to be dead's already white face lost all color!
Cold sweat poured out of his pores like a flood from a burst dam.
He looked at Qin Jin with red eyes, not knowing what would happen next.
Qin Jin slowly took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at his head.
Under his extremely frightened and wide eyes, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
A gunshot rang through the room.
Shattering the man pretending to be dead.
No.
It should be called the real dead man's forehead.
Bringing up a burst of blood and brain matter, he fell to the ground.
His two wide-open eyes had not yet closed, as if he had a lot to say.
"Next time, don't ask for God's help, change one; our land doesn't believe in it."
Likewise.
The real dead man probably couldn't hear these words.
Only other listeners could.
Zhao Qiang and his gang trembled.
Each of them was covered in sweat.
This was a hellish game!
"Okay, continue to the next one; is there anyone who wants to play first? It's still okay."
Like Yama calling names.
At this time, Qin Jin's voice seemed like this to everyone.
Including the combat soldiers and the Sun brothers.
His game was even more terrible than directly killing Zhao Qiang's gang!
After waiting for three seconds.
Still no one wanted to play actively.
He had to put his eyes on the group of people on the opposite side again.
As his eyes swept over, the people on the opposite side felt like they were being electrocuted, and their hairs stood on end.
Each of them was afraid that he would choose them.
Even if everyone might not be able to escape in the end, they would delay as long as they could.
This was human nature.
"It's you. The one who came out of the toilet just now."
Qin Jin pointed his finger.
He chose the little horse who was hiding after coming out of the toilet!
The little horse, who was praying to gods and worshiping Buddha in his heart, trembled like he was having an epileptic seizure.
His eyes were scattered, and he didn't even know that saliva was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.
The combat soldier still sensibly stuffed the prepared dice into his hand.
He also very considerately helped him close his palms to hold it steady, so as not to fall out directly when the game started.
The little horse's consciousness was blurred and his mind was unclear.
His mind was like a hole had been poked in it, and his soul slipped out for a walk.
"Three."
The stubborn countdown sounded again.
This was the countdown of life and death.
With a jolt, the scattered soul seemed to suddenly find its way home, and the little horse remembered what he was doing.
Playing a deadly game!
He clenched the dice in his right hand, feeling like there were demon bones inside, about to burst out and eat people.
"Two."
He knew that if he didn't throw it out, the demon would really eat people.
With despair, his eyes were dull, like a candle in the wind, and he threw the dice out with his right hand.
He didn't even look at the number of points.
Everyone around was staring at the dice rolling down and slowly stopping.
Six points!
Oh ho.
The largest number of points.
"Wow—"
Cheers rang out around.
Zhao Qiang and his gang almost had flames of jealousy coming out of their eyes, wishing that it was the number of points they had rolled!
The little horse was so lucky!
Qin Jin smiled inexplicably on his face.
He took a dice and threw it out casually.
It fell to the ground with a "tap" and quickly stopped rolling.
Five points.
It was still a good number of points, but it was still defeated by the little horse's six points.
"Clap clap clap"
Qin Jin clapped his hands and said with a smile to the little horse, "Congratulations, friend, he won the game; please rest aside, and when we have all finished playing the game, we can get freedom."
A narrow escape!
Survived!
A feeling of being hit by a lottery filled the little horse's entire mind.
His originally unstoppable cold sweat stopped, he blankly scanned the surroundings, and seeing the envious and jealous eyes of his other companions, he seemed to react.
I actually won!
A mysterious force rose from his body, and without anyone helping him, he, who was just like mud, could suddenly stand up and walk to a corner left aside.
Alive!
He actually won!
He felt that he was the happiest person in the world now!
He never felt that life was so beautiful.
Being able to simply continue breathing was the best gift!
Qin Jin didn't pay attention to the little horse's self-pity, he continued his game.
"Okay, the survivors have already started to appear, who is the next one to play the game? Does anyone want to come first?"
Perhaps stimulated by the little horse's victory, this time a man actually raised his hand.
"I'll do it!"
This man came over yesterday.
He had a gambling hobby.
In his gambling career, he knew that good luck would last for a little while.
He used to like to bet with those who had just started winning money in the casino, and he had won some small money for it, so he believed in this.
"Okay. Finally, someone is actively playing the game, that's right; playing the game should be proactive."
Qin Jin said with a smile.
As if he was happy that someone could actively participate in his game.
The man actively took the dice handed over by the combat soldier, rubbed it hard in both hands, and also continuously exhaled several breaths of air.
Not caring how smelly his breath was after not brushing his teeth for many days.
Qin Jin didn't count down either, there was no need to when encountering someone who actively wanted to play.
Seeming to have accumulated enough mysterious power.
The man suddenly threw the dice in his hand!
It drew a beautiful arc and fell on the ground rolling until it stopped.
Five points!!
The man jumped up and cheered.
Seeming to be happy for his strength.
Seeing this, the surrounding companions were a little annoyed at why they hadn't taken the initiative, otherwise this big score might have been theirs.
According to probability, the man already had a high probability of winning.
No wonder he was so happy.
Qin Jin watched his performance with ease, and glanced at him amusingly.
He took another dice from his teammate and threw it out indifferently.
The dice fell next to the man's dice, slowly rolling.
Finally, it slowly stopped in everyone's eyes.
Six points!!!!
"Wow--"
A more violent exclamation sounded!
This time, the goddess of luck didn't seem to favor this man.
The man, whose face was slightly red with joy, was like a faded photograph, his energy and spirit quickly fleeing his body, instantly becoming shaky.
He kept muttering, "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
Qin Jin ignored his 'impossible'.
Silently took out the pistol just now, and sent him a gift from the victor.
Bang!
The gunshot rang out again.
Still a headshot.
The man fell down with his eyes wide open.
He couldn't believe that his five points had lost, even in death.
"Oh. I didn't expect to roll a six, just a little bit of good luck."
"Okay, who's next? Anyone want to go first? My luck might be used up. Maybe I'll only roll a one next time, anyone want to try?"
Faced with Qin Jin's words spoken with a smile, Zhao Qiang and his group did not respond.
TMD, five points just lost!
Despair enveloped them, and they were even more jealous of Xiao Ma, who was watching the show from the side.
Seeing that no one answered, Qin Jin continued to randomly select people to start the game.
No one noticed the coldness hidden beneath his smiling eyes.
The game continued.
The selected person must obediently participate. Not participating meant death, so it was better to take a gamble, after all, there was a fifty percent chance according to probability.
Half an hour passed like this, and seemingly intentionally, everyone except Zhao Qiang had played the game.
Two new victors were born, squatting with Xiao Ma, and the remaining losers had eaten a peanut.
Qin Jin's luck was too strong.
The people who fell to the ground couldn't understand it even in death.
Why were they executed like this without anyone declaring it, just for doing something bad?
No one can tell these dead people.
Everyone was staring at the last person who hadn't played the game yet.
Zhao Qiang.
Qin Jin was a little tired of playing for so long. His smile disappeared, and he coldly said to the leader of this last team.
"It's your turn."
(End of this chapter)
