BXBX NOVEL Chapter 167 Final Round
Chapter 167 Final Round
Ambrose silently raised the gun and pressed it against his temple.
The singular bullet loomed like a shadow of death as he prepared to pull the trigger.
Squeeze—he gently squeezed the trigger and closed his eyes.
Click—his heart jumped as the empty click sounded, indicating that he survived another round.
He took a deep breath and handed the gun back to Russian.
Russian gently caressed the long barrel of the gun and then pressed it against his temple before showing his tongue.
"Boom!" He shouted and squeezed the trigger.
Click.
Ambrose and Lulu flinched, but nothing happened as Russian laughed and tossed the gun to the bearded woman.
Lulu clumsily caught the gun and glanced nervously around the table at the bleeding corpses.
Since Ambrose and Russian had already fired the guns, there was a 1 in 4 chance for the gun to kill her.
She had a 25% chance of death and a 75% chance of survival.
The odds were in her favor.
\'If I survive this, the chance of me dying in this round is minimal.\' Lulu thought. \'Ambrose and Russian have to fire once each, and then it would be my turn again, which would mean certain death.\'
She pressed the barrel against her temple and thought. \'The chance is small that I die right now.\'
Ambrose and Russian watched as the bearded woman took a deep breath.
\'Gods of Old and New, save me!\' Lulu slammed her eyes open and squeezed the trigger.
Click—she flinched like a frightened rabbit, but to her absolute joy, the gun didn\'t fire.
"Hahaha, how interesting!" Russian laughed and turned his gaze to Ambrose. "Your turn~"
Lulu handed the gun to Ambrose with a smirk.
She was rather satisfied that either a very dangerous red-ranked outlaw would die or a brown-ranked outlaw with the potential to reach a 100,000 silvers bounty.
Either way, it would be a win for her.
Ambrose silently looked at the gun and wiped the sweat off his brows.
He then heaved a sigh and pressed the gun against his glabella before squeezing the trigger.
Click—another empty click sounded.
Lulu looked stunned and turned to Russian with a beating heart.
She was still rather scared of this powerhouse.
\'Would he really die?\' She took a gulp. \'This is his game, and he might have a way to cheat...\'
"Oho." Russian took the gun and pressed it against his forehead with a grin. "Fifty-fifty chance!"
\'Please die, motherfucker!\' Lulu screamed inwardly.
Ambrose clenched his hands into a fist while his foot impatiently tapped against the floor below the table.
Russian smiled and squeezed the trigger.
Click.
A frightening silence fell over the room.
Lulu\'s expression fell, like she had been dropped into the pits of despair.
\'I-Impossible...\'
"I am indeed lucky!" Russian laughed and slid the gun across the table until it landed on Lulu\'s lap. "Come now, fire!"
Ambrose crossed his arms and leaned against the chair\'s backrest. He kept his eyes closed and his heart heavy, trying to block out the sound of Lulu\'s sobs.
"I-impossible..." Lulu shed tears and looked at her trembling hands. \'C-Could this be another trick of his? Maybe there isn\'t a bullet?\'
She hesitantly took the gun and looked at its dark barrel, trying to peer inside, but the darkness blocked her sight to the bullet.
\'I-I can\'t take that chance.\' Lulu steeled her resolve and looked angrily at the grinning Russian. \'I won\'t die here!\'
She lifted the gun, pointed it at Russian and pulled the trigger.
Bang—bullet explosively left the barrel and flew towards its target with deadly force.
However, once it had traveled one meter, the speed of the bullet rapidly decreased, and it fell harmlessly to the table.
\'What the hell was that?\' Ambrose shot his eyes open and saw the scene of Lulu holding the gun, the bullet rolling down the table, and Russian coldly looking at the smoking barrel.
\'She actually tried to kill Russian?\' His eyes widened in shock. \'But the bullet then lost all its momentum after traveling one meter, so it didn\'t reach the target?
\'That doesn\'t make any sense? Or, is this game developer\'s way of ensuring that the guns will never be viable at long range but only usable at close range?\'
Lulu\'s hand shook as she watched the bullet slowly roll off the table.
"I am disappointed." Russian shook his head. "You should\'ve finished the game, but instead, you tried to cheat.
"I don\'t like cheaters."
"I-I..." Lulu blinked once and then saw that Russian had vanished.
Almost instantly later.
A cold hand touched her shoulder.
"Cheaters never win." Russian coldly sneered and crushed Lulu\'s shoulder with a strong squeeze.
"Arg—" Lulu screamed, but then the cold hands covered her mouth.
Russian grabbed her neck with his free hand and did another squeeze.
Her throat and windpipe got crushed, making it impossible for her to breathe.
She coughed and suffocated on her own blood, and thirty seconds later, she fell to the floor—dead.
"Your turn." Russian coldly said and placed a bullet in the gun before tossing it over to Ambrose.
Ambrose clumsily caught the gun and looked at it with a thoughtful expression.
Russian sat back down on his chair and sat cross-legged.
"I have a question." Ambrose asked and looked at the red-haired man\'s stern face. "Why are you doing this?"
"Many ask me that question." Russian said and cracked a smile. "I never give an answer because I don\'t have one."
Ambrose frowned and then placed the barrel against his temple.
"Final round, begin." Russian laughed.
Click—once Ambrose pulled the trigger, an empty sound came.
He sighed and tossed the gun to Russian.
Russian effortlessly caught it, pressed the barrel against his forehead, and pulled the trigger.
Click—nothing happened.
He then tossed the gun over to Ambrose, who caught it and pressed it against the side of his temple.
Click—another hollow sound came.
Ambrose took a deep breath and hurled the gun over to Russian.
Russian caught the gun and stuffed the barrel into his mouth before squeezing the trigger.
Click... a very distinct click sounded, but once again, nothing happened!
After removing the barrel from his mouth, Russian whistled and tossed the gun to Ambrose.
Ambrose caught it and looked at the drool that dripped down the barrel—a heavy expression plastered on his face.
"Fifty-fifty chance." Russian said with a smile. "I promise, if the gun doesn\'t fire, I won\'t pussy out and try to kill you.
"I will accept my loss gracefully!"
\'I have a hard time believing that.\' Ambrose thought wryly.
He knew very well that he wouldn\'t be able to do anything against Russian.
After all, he was a red-ranked outlaw with a bounty of over two million silvers!
It was astronomically high.
\'I wonder if I survive this and he dies, will I be able to acquire his bounty reward?\' Ambrose thought and pressed the gun against his temple. \'His bounty is worth over 200,000 crowns.\'
Russian crossed his arms and looked silently at Ambrose, his expression unreadable.
Ambrose closed his eyes and listened to the beating of his heart.
At dire times like this, it calmed him down and helped him push away all the fear.
Then, as the clock on the wall struck midnight, Ambrose opened his eyes and pulled the trigger.