"The Carousel of Death?"
Saber looked at the silver and white revolver, only one of the six slots filled with bullets.
"You should know the rules of the game right, you one, I one .... Actually, I think the odds are only one in two that this thing is going to be dead or alive."
Lorenzo shattered, the revolver was placed in the center of the table, right in front of the playing cards that Saber had set down, as if meeting a single rider of a thousand horses.
"Actually, I don't have to play with you."
Saber suddenly shook his head, this was his kingdom, he held a position of absolute superiority, Lorenzo was a mere pawn that could be easily crushed.
"No, you have the need."
It was yet another gun, the wooden body carved with delicate textures, and in that silver part carved with flowers, a line of poetry written in it.
Iguan looked at the gun in an almost dazed way, she was sure that she didn't have that much room under her skirt to hide the gun, so where on earth had Lorenzo gotten it?
Lorenzo didn't seem to have any intention of explaining this though, the dear Winchester was pointing it at Saber, so close that as soon as Lorenzo pulled the trigger, Saber's head would explode into a cloud of blood right in front of his eyes.
"Is that what you had in mind originally?"
"Yes, to find you and put a gun to your head, but that's risky, you're the boss of Green, I'm not sure I'll make it out of here alive, but you don't want the industry you've been running for so long to come to a halt do you?"
Lorenzo's eyes were cold.
"So don't let's waste our time Saber, I win tell me everything, you win I leave here."
Saber's expression grew icy, it was no fun to have a gun pointed at your head on your own turf, but after a slight pause, he flashed that confident smile again.
"No, the chips aren't enough."
"What about adding these?"
Lorenzo's elbows rested on the betting table with remarkable confidence.
"Are you pressing your hands?"
The hands were plain, black cuffs lined with a white shirt, and the scars of injuries could be seen on the slightly exposed skin.
"All that's on the table are chips."
he replied.
For once Saber finally looked the man in front of him squarely in the eye, he was different from many he had encountered, he was oddly like a pearl in the sand, and underneath that black coat was boiling blood.
There were no more words, Saber knew very well that he only had to get in or the man in front of him would pull the trigger, he wouldn't care if he made it out alive or not, he would do it.
"I hate people who are as obsessive as you are."
Picking up that revolver, Saber stared at the man in front of him dead in the face, his finger was already on the trigger, he was waiting for his reaction, but the eyes under that brass mask had no ripples in them, which reminded Saber of the northern Silent Sea, where the sea was always as calm as stagnant water, but when you touched it the bone-chilling cold was more intimidating than any storm.
"I've played this many times, and the nature of the game isn't really luck, it's simply how much fear of death there is, and if you're afraid, you lose."
Saber said and pulled the trigger, nothing happened, cold sweat ran down the cracks of his mask, Saber remained calm then placed the revolver in the center of the table.
"It's clear to me that this is a psychological battle, and the winners are always the strong-willed and the madman who defies death."
Lorenzo took the revolver and with barely a pause put it to his head.
"What kind of man do you think you are? A strong-willed man, or a madman?" Saber asked.
"You'll find out."
Pulling the trigger, it was an empty slot, Lorenzo dropped the gun to the center again, two shots had been fired at the moment, and that fatal bullet was hidden among the next four.
The atmosphere had gotten hotter at some point, the music became stirring, as if it were the military music of the war, pushing a heavy load of enthusiasm like a wave, looking at the reliefs on the nest of bullets, it was as if the ghosts and gods had come to life they fought and roared against each other, and then finally they were reduced to ashes in the fire that filled the sky.
"You're very courageous."
Saber appreciated it and raised the revolver again, but this time it was much heavier and he had to use all his strength to hold it, and at that moment Lorenzo's voice sounded quietly.
"You know, all gamblers are outlaws, we rely on that ruthlessness, we can't show any cowardice, once you show... or even say when you have that hint of fear in your heart, you've already lost, like a swordsman who wields a sword's blade, even a half-percentage of hesitation will cause his head to be chopped off by the enemy."
"You think I'm squeamish?"
Saber said angrily feeling as if he had been mocked, he tried to pull the trigger but it wouldn't budge no matter how much force he used under that cold touch.
He should have no fear, but at this moment, countless emotions came to his heart, looking at the opposite side of the table, Lorenzo's gray-blue eyes were still cold, just like the familiar silent sea in the north.
Empty slots again, and eventually Saber pulled the trigger, fortunately the bullet wasn't in it.
"Your turn."
He said with mock calmness.
There were three rounds left, and according to the order, even if there were no bullets in the next round, then the last round at the final round would still be Lorenzo's, and he would surely die.
Slowly raising his gun, Lorenzo seemed to realize the problem and hesitated to pull the trigger.
"Scared? You can still stop now before it's too late, I'll take your hands, but you're still alive."
Saber exhorted, like he said in the beginning, this was a psychological battle, once he broke his enemy's heart he lost, he had already thought of Lorenzo giving up his dignity and begging for his life next, and his other hand propped up under the table and gripped the gun tightly.
Outlaws were always crazy, and Saber had to prevent a situation where Lorenzo would end up refusing to honor his bet and firing instead.
Iguan's face had gone white on the sidelines, her hand pulling at Lorenzo in hopes that the guy would stop this madness the odds of death getting infinitely worse if he continued, she was well aware that that so-called one out of two was just bullshit.
"Are you crazy?"
Lorenzo turned his head to look at her, the girl was truly beautiful, worthy of being the Princess of Phoenix, even that mask couldn't hide her sparkle, it reminded Lorenzo of having traveled to the edge of that city on a steam tram, where it was empty green fields and blue skies, no steam towers no dark clouds, wonderful like heaven, soothing, and the same was true of this girl in front of him.
"This is my lucky day, today and after tonight."
He said, the expected plea for mercy was not there, Lorenzo's face had been wildly aroused at some point, the frenzy was palpable even through his mask the hideousness, it was the look of a gambler, the insanity of a mountain of a man.
Viciously pinching the girl's white cheeks, Lorenzo looked to Saber in front of him and said.
"You have lost."
"I've lost?"
Saber thought that Lorenzo would report the great name of Burrow to plead for mercy, but he couldn't imagine that he would say something like this? "
"Yeah, it's psychological warfare, you said. But when you try to shake me up, does that mean you're no longer sure you can win?"
Lorenzo said and pulled the trigger, an empty slot.
That's the spooky feeling, a gambler can't admit defeat yes, not even the thought of it, when you admit defeat that's when you die.
Saber suddenly had a chill of alarm, this man was ready for everything from the moment he arrived, this was a man of pure will, who would do anything for the sake of an end.
"Saber, I win."
He made a declaration of victory and pulled the trigger again, the nest of bullets slammed forward a frame, the intricate machinery biting into each other bringing up faint sparks, but in the end there was nothing, the bullet of death remained within the slot, Lady Luck had not given up on him.
It was a certain death, but Lorenzo, as if he knew where the bullet was, crossed over the empty slot twice, leaving the final death to Saber.
One last chance, loaded with bullets, and the gun pointed at Saber.
Cold sweat had dripped from underneath that bull's mask, from beginning to end this damn game was under this man's control, that's why he chose this game, the strong-willed couldn't win, no one thought of pulling the trigger consecutively, the madman was the one who could be the winner of this game in the end.
"Honor the bet, Saber."
With the gun pointed at him, Lorenzo didn't even break a sweat, for this man this edge of death had been taken for granted in general.
"Aren't you afraid I'll back out?"
Saber said coldly.
"As long as you are willing to give up your dignity, naturally you can back out."
This is the price, the dignity that varies from person to person, for some people can die for it, for some people it never existed at all.
Saber is a Viking, even with the development of technology today, they still have the old faith, abandon dignity can only let him be rejected by the Hall of Valor forever.
Like swordsmen with a tight grip on the hilt of their swords, they met each other on a narrow path, and only one of them would leave alive.
Iguan looked at the mask of the bull, large drops of sweat dripped from the edges of that mask as if it were blood, darkening the tablecloth, it was a very difficult decision, dignity or telling Lorenzo everything.
"Damn!"
Saber cursed angrily and drew his gun under the table, but Lorenzo was faster than him, the silver and white death knell was on his head in the next second, but he was still hesitating, once he pulled the trigger he would neither get the information nor would he die here, but just then there was a much faster slash of the sword.
It was a free arm, holding a pistol that hadn't been able to fire yet, blood splattered, staining the entire table red, and before Saber could even scream the blade cut his throat.
He was dead, unable to make a single sound from start to finish, just killed by the ghostly appearance of the sword, resting helplessly on the edge of the table before finally collapsing, followed by the man taking his place, sitting across from Lorenzo, the bloodstained bayonet resting gently on the table, the edge of the blade chipping away at the edge of the table, unaware of the number of people he had killed.
"Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, it is a pleasure to meet you."
The man's features on his face were crushed into a twisted appearance, he was a deformity, and with an oozing smile picked up the mask from the corpse subsequently putting it on his face.
The bull's mask was stained red with blood, scarlet blood spread along the carved texture, under the blood soaking, the mask seemed to come to life, behind that mask seemed to hide a cannibalistic demon.
"So .... It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Saber."
Lorenzo said after staggering slightly, the smile on his face growing even wider then.
The air all seemed to freeze up, like a leaden cloud weighing on the heart.
Tonight's bet was far from over.