boom!

The door of the tavern was kicked open, and the numb people didn't even bother to look up to see the new guests. They kept pouring themselves drinks, trying to numb the chrome-plated nerves with alcohol, so that they could at least be further away from this fucking reality.

The bartender raised his rough electronic eyes and glanced at the 'garbage old man' who was carrying a homemade firearm and with his arms wrapped in chains. The latter came to the bar with his female companion. He dropped a fluorescent bottle cap and said skillfully:

"Put vodka in a bullet cup, add ice, and mix it with cola. Give this lady a glass of hot water."

"What a shame we don't have such great wine."

The bartender shrugged and gave Li Aozi a glass of warm beer and a glass of hot water:

"You know David, I dare say that you have the most tasteful taste among all the rubbish. This is what I asked you to do."

Qiu Ran looked at the white scale floating at the bottom of the wooden cup and hesitated for a moment. The environment here made her hesitate about the source of the water quality.

"Thanks, man."

Li Aozi picked up the wine glass, but was not in a hurry to drink. Through his mask, he glanced at the old man adjusting the revolver beside him, stared at the silver-gray revolver in his hand, and asked:

"Best Vic - was it produced in 1999?"

"Hyberon Ordnance Factory."

The old man was unshaven and looked decadent. He said casually:

"Trash old men like you wouldn't be interested in things that are less than thirty years old, right?"

"With the exception of weapons, only fire and Kalashnikov can bring a little warmth to people in this cold era."

Li Aozi smiled calmly:

"The Zhengxu Democratic Republic is the most peaceful existence among the four countries, but the weapons produced by its Hyperion Ordnance Factory kill nearly 200 million people every year. This is the best advertisement."

Snap.

The old man opened the magazine and filled it with a bullet. He raised his head and stared at Li Ozi with his bright yellow eyes. There were more wrinkles on his face than the lines on the floor. Only these eyes seemed to penetrate time and space, bright and clear.

There is a spirit, reflecting Li Ozi's face.

"I'll give you a piece of advice," the old man said: "Enjoy life to the fullest, you don't have much time left."

As soon as he said these words, the atmosphere in the entire bar immediately froze.

"Did old Dimitri have a stupid chip implanted in his brain?"

Someone cooed:

"That's Mr. Trash. In the blink of an eye, Robben, Yuri and Zhao Ming were all dead. Does he think he has lived long enough?"

"Shh, don't make any noise. Old Dimitri will curse. Those who he said have a short time to live have already..."

"Ahem, um, let's keep drinking."

Li Ozi twirled the glass and looked at the old man named Dimitri through the dark yellow beer.

This is an indispensable part for him to complete the Blood Demon Flow, and Li Aozi can guarantee that during the entire early stage of frost plating, only this old man can make jewelry equipment.

For jewelry equipment, if you give up equipping weapons, you can theoretically equip up to 14 pieces, even more if you include totem tattoos and the like.

This type of equipment has no equipment threshold, and there will be no shortage of attributes that will lead to the inability to use all attributes. It is very suitable for professions with low attributes such as [Mutants].

Because the [Charm] attribute was high enough and he understood some plots, he directly skipped the tedious authentication and chat process and immediately entered the task triggering stage.

If it were anyone else, you would have spent at least two days here, first to find out the origin of the weapon, and then keep chatting with the old man before Dimitri would remind you that your lifespan is short.

Now, there's just one thing to do.

"Can you see through my short life span?"

Li Ozi asked calmly.

"My personal ability, for me, it's also a curse."

Old Dimitri picked up the revolver, quickly rotated the revolver magazine, and after a clattering sound, pushed the revolver in front of Li Ozi:

"Death is not terrible, but it would be a pity if you couldn't witness it."

"What is this going to do?" Qiu Ran asked confused.

"Lucia Roulette, you have also seen that there is only one bullet in this gun. Every time the trigger of the revolver is pulled, if it encounters an empty position, it will rotate the magazine until the last bullet is fired."

Old Dimitri stared at Li Ozi:

"If you have the awareness to transcend death, I will guarantee that you will be able to see the most beautiful scroll - it was written and painted by Benicio, the goddess of death herself."

"Wait a minute! Do you mean to let him use this gun to fire on himself?"

Qiu Ran anxiously pulled Li Aozi's arm:

"You, don't be stupid, this is too dangerous."

"rest assured."

Li Ozi patted the other party's shoulder and said gently:

"I am a person who loves life."

The next moment, he picked up the revolver on the table, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Snapped!

"Ah!" Qiu Ran closed her eyes and screamed.

The bullet was not fired, it was empty.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Li Ozi took off his mask and hood, revealing a pale face. He raised the revolver, pressed it tightly against his temple, and said with a smile:

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"This will make it open and transparent."

With that said, he pulled the trigger again.

Snapped!

The bullet still didn't fire.

"Hey, that's it, don't continue..." Qiu Ran's voice was trembling.

Everyone in the bar was watching this rare scene. A trashy old man, so young and promising, with extraordinary fighting power, could still face the roulette game so calmly, making people feel awe at him.

Regards.

"Don't worry."

Li Ozi smiled and pulled the trigger again.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound of the firing pin hitting the air, and it was an empty gun again.

After three consecutive empty shots, the revolver only has 6 bullets in total, which means that the probability that the next shot will be a bullet increases to one-third.

"Don't try it again, it's too dangerous."

Qiu Ran was about to cry:

"If you were in front of me and I watched you die without doing anything to stop it, I would blame myself for the rest of my life."

"No one can control my life except myself."

Li Ozi calmly pulled the trigger again.

Click!

Hearing an unusual sound, Qiu Ran's heart froze. She quickly closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and held Li Ozi's left hand tightly:

"Don't die, please, please, don't die..."

"Ouch?"

Li Ozi's voice suddenly sounded, with some playfulness:

"Old man, your gun has not been properly maintained. The air-tight structure has become loose."

Dimitri looked at Li Ozi:

"There are still two rounds left. Due to a malfunction of the firearm, you have passed——"

Whoosh!

Li Ozi suddenly turned the magazine.

"don't want."

Li Ozi's gray eyes were filled with a crazy smile:

"I'm not a sore loser - let's recalculate!"

Dimitri's childishness shrank, even he didn't expect that someone could be so crazy.

"you--"
To be continued...