Chapter 206

With the dizziness of Kobe dragons and shrimps, I looked at other dishes and found that they were all high-quality products, such as black pearl caviar, French truffle, goose liver, snail and so on. According to the Russian eating habits, caviar is more popular. There are also some short masked men eating Kobe steak. I thought that this abnormal place is actually an international club. It really has no borders.

Sanmei and Jinlihua also came to the restaurant with the hypnotized Club customer. Fortunately, they were wearing a mask. Otherwise, the expressionless look of being hypnotized was easy to recognize. Jinlihua took the opportunity to add vegetables to the plate and sprinkled some potions on the food according to our plan discussed in advance.

These potions are diluted, colorless, tasteless and generally not fatal. They are mainly a mixture of Salmonella and acute hemorrhagic Escherichia coli, which will cause severe abdominal pain, fever and vomiting after a few hours. While the club was busy dealing with a large number of sick customers, we took advantage of the chaos to escape. As for these abnormal guests who come all the way, we don't represent the law, so we can't kill them, but let them suffer without any conscience condemnation. We can do it safely and boldly.

After lunch, I went back to my room to have a rest. Suddenly, Nicholas's face with good skin and no pores jumped out of the closed-circuit TV, and then his voice came from the TV: "Any friend who likes fighting, please note that there will be a once-in-a-lifetime wonderful game right now. A warrior who has won seven games in a row will face the strong challenge of the eighth opponent. Can he persist? How strong is the human desire to survive? How high will the cut artery spray blood? If you want to know these answers, come to the arena in area D, Here, you will enjoy a visual feast that can't be imagined in the civilized world and a game that can really be seen by men. Moreover, friends who want to win money must not miss it. Now the odds are seven to one. Oh, although the club has made a lot of money, as the host, I really want to give back some. "

After that, the camera switched to the small arena. First, it gave a close-up shot of a guy covered with blood. This guy had thick eyebrows and big eyes and bronze skin. He was very strong. Unfortunately, there were several long wounds on his legs. He was using clothes pulled into cloth strips to stop bleeding. Look, that skilled action was also a master who often fought his life.

Close up shot at the same time, Nikolai also introduced that this guy named ares has won seven games in a row. In fact, needless to say, I can see that this ares is gasping, his strong chest is constantly undulating, like a pump with great power working hard inside.

Then the camera switched to the challenger. At first glance, I thought the cameraman was wrong. When I looked carefully, I found that he was wrong. Where is this man? This guy is strong enough to compete with the hairy chimpanzee. He looks like a primitive human who came out of the flood era. His muscles seem to burst like breaking away from his skin. He is walking around the field and roaring to the audience. He is seated in the fourth floor The audience on zhoutaizi also cheered him up with screams. Several people could be heard shouting at the scene: "kill that bastard. It's so bad that I lost so much money."

After watching the two gladiators on the camera, Andre suddenly proposed to watch the game and said that the guests here spent a lot of money to come here. If they were stuck in the room all day, it would be easy to arouse suspicion. As soon as I wanted to make sense, I pinned the pp93 submachine gun behind my waist. Ender took us to rob the skinhead leader for 140000 dollars, and they got out The door went to the arena.

When the two of us arrived at the arena, most of the seats were full. When we swept around, there were only some empty seats on the podium. We crowded over and asked if it was a toll seat.

"Why does that seat charge? Can that chair cure hemorrhoids?" I asked a guy with a staff number plate pinned to his chest.

"Do you see the middle seat? At the end of each fight, the person sitting in that seat has the right to decide whether the loser lives or dies. Just stretch out his thumb up or down. You know, not everyone can feel the pleasure of mastering other people's lives. In the words of empress Yan, it will give customers a feeling of God." The staff member replied in fluent English.

"Psycho, according to your theory, the switch of the court electric chair is simply rented at a price, and the injection of death penalty is 100 yuan, three for one." I said discontentedly, thinking that these people are so distorted that they have taken metamorphosis as the norm, which is the highest realm of metamorphosis.

"Sir, you can choose not to sit. Other seats are free." the staff member's attitude is still very respectful, as if he had been trained in a five-star hotel.

"How much is that seat?" Andre interrupted my complaint.

"100000 dollars, but it's not in vain. This 100000 dollars can be counted as a bet. In other words, if you bet 100000 dollars at a time, you can sit there and decide other people's life and death, and have a chance to win money. Isn't it very cost-effective." I turned my eyes and thought, how can the staff here be a routine? It's like you spend money and take up shit.

You should know that although $100000 is not much in the hands of this club, the wrestling competition takes a few minutes, the time is short, and the intensity is high. It is very generous to bet 10000 yuan per game. Few people will bet 100000 yuan at a time, otherwise if you catch up with bad luck in one day's competition, you may lose 100 million.

"I bet 100000, my partner 40000, and the Challenger wins." Andre suddenly handed the money to the staff like a brain cramp. After receiving the money, the guy smiled and clicked on the tablet, indicating that we had done well. I didn't even have a chance to raise objections.

"Aren't you sick?" I whispered after squeezing into that seat.

"Anyway, it's dirty money. It's not white. Besides, it's better to see here clearly," Andre answered me with his eyes fixed on the two gladiators who were ready to enter the field.

As the competition had already started, I sat on the chair rented for $40000 and began to watch this kind of fighting competition. Frankly speaking, it's much more exciting than those people in the movie, because you know that every knife cut down, the blood splashed is real, one of the four human blood types. Moreover, with the jingling sound of gold and iron under the field, the audience's shouting field is becoming larger and larger, and I am also excited. Due to my excitement, I even burst a layer of goose bumps on my body. While shouting, I wonder if I have begun to abnormal, or I'd better hurry back to normal society.

Different from the black boxing match that ended in 5 seconds, this game lasted for 5 minutes, and both sides were doing their best in the whole process. The intensity was so high that I almost forgot to breathe. No wonder this game was the favorite pastime of ancient Roman nobles, which was really exciting. Finally, the challenge side won, and the man named ares finally failed to win the eighth game in a row.

It's not that he has poor fighting skills, but that he really has no strength. From my observation, if he has enough strength, he can defeat the challenger. But at the moment, he had been knocked to the ground, and the tip of the sword was against his throat. As long as he pushed forward three centimeters, he would die. The man named Ares was also a tough man. There was no element of begging for mercy in his eyes. Instead, he stared at the ceiling and said something in his mouth. It was a bit like giving his last words or confessing before his death.

Seeing that the gladiator who had won seven games in a row was finally knocked down, the people who had lost money cheered very relieved. I said to Andre, "Congratulations, you have won again."

The host also stood up with the microphone, pointed to Andre and said, "next, let our chief audience decide the life and death of the loser."

Andre was stunned for a moment and slowly stood up. Half of the audience may have lost money and shouted frantically: "kill, kill, kill... (kill, kill, kill).

Slowly, he stretched out his thumb. Andre took a breath and jerked his fingers up. The audience was stunned, and then someone shouted and scolded, because his action meant letting the loser live.

"Be quiet, be quiet. This gentleman has paid, so he has the right to do so. It's fair. Doctor, carry this guy down to deal with the wound and prepare for the next game." the host shouted with a microphone. But you can also hear from the tone that the host doesn't understand. After all, most guys spend money here to kill, so Andre's behavior is naturally not understood by them. As the saying goes, when the whole world is crazy, the only normal person will be regarded as mentally ill.

"Let's go, let's go." I looked at the people around me. My eyes were a little different. I regretted it. I listened to this guy's advice to see what a broken game. It would be nice to wait until the evening to find a chance to escape.

They immediately stood up and squeezed out in the angry eyes of the surrounding audience. The staff carried our winning money across rows of seats and wanted to settle the gambling money with us at the exit. The arena is a circle around the low center, so the exit is at the high point. The staff member with the money was condescending and waiting for us with a smile, because he knew that the guests who won the money usually gave a very high tip.

Who knows, when we were just in the middle of the squeeze, Andre's clothes were suddenly pulled by a guy with a smell of wine. The eyes behind the mask told me that the guy might have drunk too much. I only heard him scold vaguely: "why didn't you kill that guy just now, and I lost another 50000. I bet he died, you know? Bastard, what kind of person do you pretend to be here?"

Andre ignored the man and wanted to break his hands. Instead of letting go, the man pulled hard. With a click, Andre's coat was torn in half, and several buttons broke off. I don't know where he flew. I hurriedly turned back to help Andre push away the guy who blocked the way, but inadvertently saw half of Andre's tattoo on his chest, which was the top half of a shield plate and a sword handle inserted in the middle of the shield.

Seeing that his clothes were torn away, Andre, who had always been calm, flashed a trace of panic on his face, hurried to tidy up his clothes and signaled me to go quickly. He took the money at the exit and threw it into the suitcase. He wanted to draw some for him as a tip. Who knows, he doesn't pay attention to me, but is looking at Andre with strange eyes, full of thoughts and memories.

Regardless of these, we just want to leave the arena quickly. Who knows, after just two steps, the staff suddenly pointed to the security guard in the diagonal arena and shouted: "catch them..."