Superman's Journey

Chapter 102 Your Life Is Mine
Playing bragging games with Superman is definitely one of the stupidest behaviors in the world.

Lincoln's muscular strength can perfectly control any points he wants, and his clairvoyance can directly turn the original guess into a famous brand, and even worse, he can also modify the points in the time period when no one has reacted .

Lincoln could win in as many ways as he wanted.

boom!
The dice cup was smashed heavily on the wooden board eroded and rotted by sea water and marine life, and he didn't even look at the points in his own dice cup. Davy Jones' small eyes were fixed on Lincoln, trying to find some clues from his eyes : "Three twos!"

"Are you sure?"

Lincoln didn't even open the dice cup in front of him, and smiled at Davy Jones with great interest: "If you lose this game, the next bet will be four crew members. By the way, how many crew members are there on your ship?" crew?"

"I won't lose!" Davy Jones looked at Lincoln with anger in his eyes: "Next, you will lose the key to me, and then your soul!"

"Really?" A smile appeared on the corner of Lincoln's mouth, and he stretched out his hand to open his dice cup, revealing the five dice underneath, all of which were numbers above two: "It's your turn."

Looking at the five dice in front of Lincoln, Davy Jones' pupils shrank instantly.

Of the five dice, none of them were one or two, which was beyond his expectation. Now he only expected three dice with three points or less to be drawn in his dice cup.

Davy Jones opened the dice cup with a whimper, looking at the dice with one point, one two and three other numbers, Davy Jones' eyes were full of disbelief.

The tentacles on his face were constantly knotted and twisted. He looked up at Lincoln, then at the dice in front of him, and said for a long time, "Come again!"

"This time, the bet is four."

Lincoln waved his hand to let the two sailors stand behind him, and then he put the lid on the dice cup and shook it casually: "Let me say it first, five fours. It's your turn."

Davy Jones was stunned by this unprecedented play.

Before he rolled the dice, Lincoln directly reported the points, which made him have to start guessing whether Lincoln rolled five ones or five fours directly in his dice cup, so he dared to report so boldly number.

Lincoln's two previous methods of playing directly without looking at his own dice cup made Davy Jones firmly believe that Lincoln could roll any number he wanted.

Davy Jones hadn't rolled the dice yet, but because of Lincoln's behavior, he was full of doubts in his heart at this time. He looked down at the dice in front of him, gave up the idea of ​​not changing the points, and shook it twice with some hesitation, He looked at Lincoln suspiciously: "Six."

"open!"

Before Davy Jones' voice fell, Lincoln opened his dice cup, and then reached out to grab Davy Jones' hand that was holding the dice cup tightly: "It's time to open."

"You!" Looking at Lincoln's points of 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6, Davy Jones was shocked and angry. As his dice cup was pulled away little by little, he knew that he had been cheated .

The damn guy in front of him has been lying to himself from the very beginning. If he didn't report the number after Lincoln reported five fours, he should be the one who won at this time!

but now.
"I have seven crew members, and the next bet is eight. Davy Jones, how many rounds can your crew last? Two rounds? Or three rounds?"

"You won't always win!" Davy Jones, who had never suffered three consecutive losses, gasped and roared: "You won't always win!"

"Who can tell?" Lincoln chuckled and looked at Davy Jones, whose anger began to take over his brain and reason: "Now, it's time for us to start the fourth round. This time you have to pay eight crew members."

Davy Jones didn't speak, and put five dice into the dice cup and shook them clatteringly. After glancing at the points thrown, he looked at Lincoln fiercely: "A 2!"

"Tsk tsk tsk." Lincoln looked at Davy Jones with pity in his eyes, flicked the dice at will and showed a mocking smile: "Three twos, do you dare to let me drive?"

"You!" The pity in Lincoln's eyes and the mockery on his face deeply hurt Davy Jones' self-esteem.

Therefore, the doubts are still well-thought-out, and Davy Jones, whose brain has lost his mind, cannot analyze and obtain even a trace of valuable things from Lincoln.

The tentacles protruding from his wrist squirmed continuously on the dice cup, and his palms tightly grasped the dice cup, and he was once again cornered.

The points in his dice cup were one one, one two, two fives, and one six. To Davy Jones, the number of three was absolutely correct, but Lincoln got stuck on three ahead of time. .

According to the rules on the Flying Dutchman, if the other party reported three dice points, you must report more dice points, until the highest is the highest.

He couldn't figure out exactly what the points in Lincoln's dice cup were. It was possible that he didn't have a single two, and he would lose if he opened, but it was also possible that he had more than one two.

Lincoln never opened his dice cup from the beginning to the end. From Davy Jones' perspective, everything is unknown.

Looking at Lincoln with a slight smile on his face, Davy Jones hesitated, and after a long time he hesitated: "Go, go!"

"It's a pity." Lincoln opened his dice cup, and two twos and three, four, and six came into view: "If you can report four twos to the top, I will lose, and you didn't seize this opportunity. "

While speaking, Lincoln looked up at the pirates who had been arranged as chips behind Davy Jones: "Among you, eight of you are mine."

Dull footsteps sounded from around him, and Davy Jones, who was staring closely at the wooden table in front of him, twisted his fingers as if scratching his heart and liver.

After a long silence, he suddenly raised his head: "Continue, I want to continue betting with you!"

"No problem at all."

Lincoln nodded slightly, and then heard Davy Jones' almost crazy voice: "One more person, this time, I bet you all the crew members on my ship except the chief mate!"

"All the crew?" Lincoln squinted his eyes and looked at Davy Jones: "Are you sure?"

"Let's get started!" Davy Jones stretched out his hand and pulled his first mate to the gaming table: "You know what to do."

The eyes of David Jones in front of him were full of threats, and the first mate was full of awe and fear: "I, I understand!"

boom!
Boom!

Three muffled sounds sounded, and the dice cups of the three were slammed heavily on the table. Lincoln calmly looked at the two people who had united everything in front of him, and laughed mockingly: "Fifteen sixes."

"Impossible!" Hearing Lincoln's report, Davy Jones burst into laughter: "Fifteen sixes, you are bound to lose, you are bound to lose!"

While laughing wildly, he stretched out his hand and lifted his dice cup violently.

The moment a ray of light shone into the dice cup through the gap, the world slowed down.

Flying birds, swimming fish, or ocean currents, the movement of everything seems to have stopped at this moment.

Lincoln stood up slowly and uncovered the dice cups of Davy Jones and the first mate, stretched out his fingers to pinch the dice and laid them flat at six o'clock, and then restored the dice cups.

Snapped!
After snapping his fingers, the world was running again, and in the next moment, Davy Jones' wild laughter stopped abruptly at the five or six points in his dice cup.

His eyes were filled with unbelievable shock, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Beside him, the first mate looked shocked at the count of Davy Jones's dice cup, and he tremblingly lifted his own dice cup.

What appeared in his eyes were five six-pointed dice.

As if the bones in his body had been emptied, the first officer collapsed on the ground like a pool of rotten flesh, with despair and fear in his eyes.

Davy Jones lost everyone except him, the first mate knew that he was dead, Davy Jones would vent all his anger on him, he was dead!

Unless, unless, unless Lincoln's dice cup is not five sixes!

The first officer in the depths of the desperate situation seemed to see the only light in the endless abyss, and the idea of ​​survival from the abyss constantly stimulated his heart and brain like a powerful electrode.

"Your dice!" The first mate stared like a desperate gambler and grabbed Lincoln's dice cup: "You must not have five sixes in your dice cup, right! It must not be five sixes! Certainly not will be"

The first officer's urgent voice suddenly stopped.

Looking at the five six-point dice exposed under Lincoln's dice cup, the only hope in the first officer's eyes turned into despair and fear: "No, it shouldn't be like this no!"

"Shut up, bloody bastard!"

Before Lincoln could speak, Davy Jones, who was in a state of rage due to failure, viciously raised the whip made of mollusk tentacles in his hand.

Hiss-snap!
The whipping speed at the tail of the long whip broke through the speed of sound in an instant, and it lashed heavily on the first officer's body, leaving a deep bloodstain.

The overflowing blood and the spreading sting made the first mate shut his mouth, and then Davy Jones looked at Lincoln who was already full of chips behind him: "I still want to bet with you, the last game, with my boat Come to bet with you!"

"not enough."

Leaning on the back of the chair, Lincoln looked at Davy Jones calmly: "The Flying Dutchman was born from the agreement between you and the God of the Sea, but it may be very precious to you, but in my opinion, a piece of paper Not worth it, you need to add more chips."

"what do you want?"

"It's very simple." Lincoln smiled: "Don't you really want my soul, then use my soul to bet against yours."

"This is the last game. If you win, you can get what you want; if you lose, I can get what I want."

"Davy Jones, do you choose to bet on this game with me, or are you going to tear up the agreement?"

While speaking, Lincoln gestured slightly behind him, and the group of pirates he had won couldn't help but take a step forward.

Neat footsteps stomped heavily on the floor, and amidst the roar, a rotten board was trampled apart.

The lives of these undead pirates came from the curse of the god of the sea, and Davy Jones lost these people to Lincoln, but that doesn't mean they will die.

They belong to the Flying Dutchman, but they are no longer under the control of Davy Jones. Now they are a group of pirates obeying Lincoln's will, immortal tool men.

The Kraken was defeated and fled, and all the pirates under him became Lincoln's trophies and bargaining chips. Even the Flying Dutchman was frozen in the ice and could not move.

In this situation, Davy Jones' ability was completely crippled.

His teleportation ability is good, but this ability is useless in front of Lincoln. His ship and people are here, and the key to the box that locks his heart is also held by Lincoln.

Unless he could kill Lincoln, there was no other way out but to continue.

So the question is, can Davy Jones beat or even kill Lincoln?

Obviously not, even if it is just the ability that Lincoln has shown now, it is enough to prevent Davy Jones from having any idea of ​​assassinating him.

Continuing to gamble, this is his only chance to come back.

Davy Jones's octopus head spat out a few bubbles, and then said: "I want to change the bet with you!"

"Oh? Another gamble?" Lincoln looked at Davy Jones with a smile on his face: "Tell me, what gamble are you going to change?"

"I want to bet my luck with you!"

Davy Jones stood on the ship's side holding four dice and said, "Each person throws two dice on the ice below, and the one with the largest total points wins!"

The various variables of force, air, and ice friction will make the number of dice thrown infinitely close to random.

Davy Jones had already seen Lincoln's miraculous control over the dice, and also saw that there must be something wrong with the man in front of him.

The limitation of imagination prevented Davy Jones from realizing that Lincoln's speed was so fast that everything in this world tended to pause in his eyes. He could only think that Lincoln used some other means to change the situation before he opened the dice cup. points.

If that's the case, then throw it in full view, he doesn't believe that Lincoln can change the points like this!
Lincoln saw what Davy Jones was thinking, leaned against the side of the ship, looked at the ice-covered surface, and stretched out his hand to signal: "You first? Or me first?"

"I'll come first!" Davy Jones snorted coldly and threw the dice out in order to prevent Lincoln from throwing a larger number first and affecting him.

Lincoln just watched the four dice flipping in the air calmly, watching them collide, bounce, and roll on the ice at an increasingly slow speed, and finally stop under his control.

The bright red points on the four dice were facing up, and a smile appeared on the corner of Lincoln's mouth. He randomly threw a dice with six points up, and then looked at Davy Jones: "You lose, from now on. Your Life is mine."

Looking at the charming dice on the ice, Davy Jones was exhausted: "How is it possible, how is it possible?"

"The world is so big, there are so many wonders." Lincoln reached out and took off Davy Jones' hat: "As a slave, the captain's hat does not match your identity, Davy Jones, you should realize your status."

"Now, kneel before your master!"

Davy Jones' gamble isn't actually sustained by a mystical power like a curse, but when Lincoln needs it, it's there.

Under the irresistible force from the depths of the soul, Davy Jones' knee hit the deck heavily.

After a bang, the captain Davy Jones who made everyone fearful disappeared, replaced by a slave named Davy Jones.

No one can win all the time. Lincoln used practical actions to let Davy Jones understand that the game of gambling will eventually deprive a captain of all honors and turn him into a slave.

(End of this chapter)