I Have 30 Billion More Cards

This is also a sky-high game, the winner will revel, and the loser will probably vomit blood.

Everyone here must want to be a part of it.

Lin Fei secretly looked around, the other five remained motionless, and some people exited.

Five minutes passed quickly, the clown table, and everyone turned to him.

"From now on, you have entered the game link."

"I will introduce the rules of the first round of the game below."

"This game is an old roulette game, and considering everyone is a novice, the game is very simple."

"Please bring the game props to the staff."

The clown ordered.

A staff member came over and placed a square wooden plate on the table in his hand.

In the middle of the wooden plate, there was a revolver with a metallic color.

This

The eyes of everyone participating in the game shrank.

"As you can see, I have provided a revolver, and this is your game item."

"There are six 66 magazines in this gun, I will fill in one 1 real bullet and five dummy bullets in the first round of the game."

The clown said in his mouth, ignoring everyone's surprised expressions, and continued to talk about the rules of the game.

"Each game participant will pull the trigger with a pistol to his forehead for a time limit of two minutes, or you can abstain and admit defeat."

"Think before you pull the trigger, one of you will lose your life, unless you give up, give up the gamble."

"After the first round of real bullets appears, it will enter the second round."

Lin Fei's eyes narrowed, which meant that the next round would only be entered after the dead person or the last bullet in the game.

After the clown announced the rules of the first round of the game, the staff brought two other wooden plates and placed them on the table, and Huang Chengcheng's bullets were placed in the wooden plates.

"My left hand is a real bullet."

"My right hand is a fake bullet."

The clowns respectively point to the bullet introduction in the wooden tray.

Lin Fei looked at it, but couldn't tell the difference at all. The bullets on both sides looked exactly the same.

The clown took out a 1 real bullet, filled it into the magazine slot of the revolver, and pulled the trigger against the open space next to it.

"boom!"

A puff of blue smoke came out of the revolver's muzzle, and a hole appeared in the ground.

"Now."

"I've proven it's a real bullet."

The clown smiled softly and demonstrated another fake bullet.

"Crack!"

The muzzle made a hollow sound.

Next, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the clown filled one real bullet and five fake bullets into the magazine slot, and moved the magazine with his hand.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The magazine spun rapidly for a while, and everyone in the room couldn't tell the difference between who was real and who was fake in the magazine.

"Two minutes timer."

"Start with you!"

The Joker's gaze turned to the person on the far left.

This man wore a wolf head mask and was slightly fat.

The wolf-headed man sat there, his hand stretched forward and then pulled back.

Everyone looked at him.

The wolf-headed man seemed to be sweating coldly on his forehead. He looked around and looked at the revolver helplessly.

"One more minute."

"When the time comes, failing to pull the trigger will mean you voluntarily admit defeat."

The clown reminded coldly.

"I."