"F * ck, where did that guy go?"
The little fatty stood up and walked around the entire casino hall, angrily trying to find the "NPC" who had just tricked him.
In the end, after going through all the places, he couldn't find the person just now.
"Hey, did you hear?"
"Someone wants to gamble guns with Old Ivan!"
At that moment, a group of people suddenly walked past him in a hurry, their faces filled with excitement.
"Old Ivan, what the f * ck, really? Old Ivan was once the Gun King. Someone actually dares to challenge him? "
"You're wrong. It's not someone challenging Old Ivan, it's Old Ivan challenging someone else.
"Hurry up, it's over at the gun-gambling area!"
"Gun-gambling area?!"
The little fatty, who was looking for Feng Luo, froze when he heard the news.
After looking around twice, he angrily stopped looking for Feng Luo and followed the group of people in the direction of the casino.
…
In the gun-gambling area, there were many people sitting around the spectator stands.
They were either whispering or shouting at each other, otherwise, it was impossible to hear what the other party was saying.
More people were looking at a place that looked like a shooting range below the spectator stands.
This hotel casino was the largest casino in the entire White City.
Apart from the conventional gambling games, there were all kinds of more exciting games!
For example, the Colosseum, the Black Fist Fighting Ring …
This type of gambling, which was filled with visual and adrenal stimulation, was equally popular among the White City and the Federation tourists who came to this city.
Apart from that, there was also this "gun-gambling" area!
"Old Ivan, you must win!"
At that moment, there were more and more people in the gun-gambling area, and many of them were shouting excitedly.
In the gun-gambling area, there were two people with guns placed on the rack beside them, standing facing each other.
One of them was a Caucasian man with messy grayish-brown hair, an unkempt beard, and a rosy nose. He looked to be around 50 years old.
"Old Ivan, you can do it! I bet 50,000 credits on you!"
"Let this outsider know that the people from our White City are the real Gun Kings!"
Clearly, this was the so-called Old Ivan.
His opponent, on the other hand, was a dark-skinned young man of medium height and narrow eyes. He was an expressionless Asian youth.
This person was not Feng Luo.
Because at that moment, Feng Luo was still on the viewing platform of the gun-gambling arena.
Feng Luo realized that he had underestimated the situation.
He should be able to win some money in this casino by using 24K.
However, it was impossible to win a lot of money.
Feng Luo was acutely aware that he had just earned three million credits by following behind Little Fatty.
The hidden surveillance cameras in the places he passed by kept following him. There were even some blonde maids who happened to pass by behind him.
Such a large casino was only for 3 million Credits.
Feng Luo really did not expect that they would make such a big move.
The reason could only be explained by the storm of people winning tens of millions of yuan in every casino these days.
Because of this unexpected situation, Feng Luo was no longer able to play the usual way in the gambling hall.
As for the special casino area, 24K could participate in the Colosseum.
Moreover, Feng Luo believed that if there were no Boss-level units participating in the competition, 24K would definitely be able to win by relying on its beetle troops.
However, the Colosseum only allowed one type of creature to participate.
24K's "summoning" ability was understandable in the eyes of players, but in the eyes of NPCs, it was clearly against the rules.
As for the Black Fist Fighting Arena, he was a little interested.
Especially after more than a month of "enhanced training," which had allowed his basic attributes to reach a very good level.
However, in comparison …
His greatest interest was still this "gun-gambling arena."
If other gambling methods did not involve cheating, the casino would have an absolute advantage.
Then, gun-gambling!
Without a doubt, Feng Luo believed that even if he did not cheat, he still had absolute confidence.
Because he himself was already equivalent to using cheats!
…
This gun-gambling arena had two ways of playing.
One was a bet between people. Both parties would pay a certain amount of chips, and the winner would take it all.
The other was a bet between gamblers and the casino. They would pay a certain amount of money and challenge shooting. As long as they passed, there would be a reward.
The match that was going on in the arena was the first type of bet. It was between "Gun King" Old Ivan and a mysterious Asian youth who had already won nine matches in a row.
Compared to Old Ivan, who was cheered and supported by the audience, this Asian youth undoubtedly felt like he was fighting in an away game.
However, his face did not seem to be affected at all. He was completely expressionless as he stood quietly in his position.
However, the gun in his hand attracted Feng Luo's attention.
It was a silver-gray pistol that did not look very eye-catching. On the only black gun handle, there were three circular arrow-shaped symbols.
“M9！”
Feng Luo said in a low voice.
This gun was called M9 for short.
However, a more accurate name would be "Beretta Model 92F Pistol."
This was a very classic pistol. In terms of popularity, it was even above the Desert Eagle.
Unlike the Desert Eagle, which only had the advantage of being powerful, this gun could be said to have almost no weaknesses. Whether it was shooting accuracy, durability, or even power, they were all super outstanding.
This could be seen from the fact that it was chosen by the US army as the standard pistol of the army.
On the other side, Old Ivan was holding a pistol that looked a little old.
On the other hand, it was a pistol that looked a little old, and its barrel was even thinner than before.
The old man and the old gun looked a little old.
“TT-33！”
However, Feng Luo's eyes also lit up.
Russia was not a country that was good at making pistols. They had almost no place among the world's most famous guns.
However, there was a gun that was ranked among the classic pistols. It was this TT-33. The most famous Type 54 in Hua Nation was an imitation of this pistol.
…
In the gun-gambling arena, the competition officially began.
Twenty meters away from the two of them, in the air, at about the same height as their heads, two circular virtual targets appeared at the same time!
"Bang, bang, bang, bang …"
After a series of gunshots, two statistical scores appeared on the big screen in the air!
"Number One, 50 rings. Number Two, 50 rings! "
Two guns, a total of ten bullets, all hitting the bull 's-eye accurately.
"People who have the ability to enter the Agent assessment mission and reach this step really do have some ability."
Feng Luo's eyes showed some appreciation.
That's right, this cold-looking young gunner was the same as the little fatty from before. They were both players who participated in the Agent assessment.
However, compared to the little fatty's unprofessional behavior, this young man's assessment results were very outstanding.
Examinee 008, currently ranked second among all the examinees in terms of points!
Moreover, this second place.
Compared to the player in first place, the difference in points was only a few points.
This person was undoubtedly one of the popular players who had the highest chance of passing the assessment this time.
As Feng Luo watched, the competition had already gone through four rounds quickly.
In the second round, the distance of the target doubled, becoming 40 meters.
"Number One, 50 rings. Number Two, 50 rings! "
However, the result was that both sides still passed with full marks.
In the third round, the difficulty increased again. Although it became a 15-meter target, the target was moving up and down.
"Number One, 50 rings. Number Two, 50 rings! "
However, the result of this round was still two full marks.
In the fourth round, a 30-meter moving target … still two full marks of 50 rings!
"Interesting … This person's marksmanship can at least be in the top 100 in the entire game!"
After the fourth round, Feng Luo's expression was no longer as concerned as before.
Although in the game, players' attributes and vision were far beyond reality.
It was not too difficult to surpass the top shooting athletes on Earth in terms of marksmanship in the game.
However, to be able to maintain five shots of 10 rings on a moving target at this distance was definitely not something an average gunner player could do.
The fifth round began.
The speed of the target's movement doubled, and the movement became diagonal!
"Number One, 50 rings. The number on the number two screen appeared!
In this first round of shooting, Old Ivan, whose hair was a little white, slightly deviated the landing point of his fifth bullet and only hit 9.8 rings.
However, the young gunner player still maintained five shots of 10 rings!
The outcome was clear.
"No way, Old Ivan lost!"
"Holy sh * t, Old Ivan actually lost, I bet 50,000 credits on him!"
"D * mn, what Gunner King, he must be bragging, causing me to lose money!"
"What do you know, Old Ivan is the real Gunner King, of course, that was in the past! Sigh, forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you … He's … old now! "
Looking at the score on the screen, there was a burst of disappointment or cursing in the crowd!
When there were people competing in the arena, the audience could place bets, and the banker was naturally the casino.
"Winner, Mr. Annan …"
The big screen showed the young man's expressionless face.
As for Old Ivan, with a face full of disappointment, he walked out of the gun-gambling arena with the TT-33, shaking his head.
Feng Luo agreed with some of the NPCs around him. It was not that Old Ivan's marksmanship was really not as good as the young player 008, but because he was old.
This kind of continuous shooting looked like it was just firing one bullet after another after pulling the trigger.
However, in reality, it required true concentration, so it was extremely energy-consuming.
In this fifth round, his energy could not keep up!
However, a win was a win.
The young man called "Annan" on the arena, because of this win, directly received a total of 5 million credits!
This was also the reason why Feng Luo was interested in this gun-gambling arena.
If he won 5 million credits on the gambling table, it would definitely have attracted the attention of the casino and even all kinds of surveillance.
However, in this gun-gambling arena, no one would question it.
"Mr. Annan said he wants to continue. Now his bet is 10 million credits. Those who want to challenge, please leave!"
In fact, it was not just 5 million credits that could be won!
The victorious young man 008 did not leave after winning. Instead, he still stood on the arena.
Beside him, a casino staff in a suit and leather shoes asked the people present through the microphone with an excited expression.
"10 million a round!"
"F * ck me … I'm afraid this is one of the top 10 gambles in the entire casino's history!"
"Chekov, why don't you go and try? Didn't you always say that your marksmanship is invincible? "
"F * ck off, Yuri. Give me 10 million first, and I'll go and try!"
As soon as this news came out, it undoubtedly caused an uproar among the audience.
"10 million! As long as I win one round, I'll get 10 million. That's enough for me to migrate to the Federation capital. I can't stay here and worry!"
"Don't even think about it! If you lose, you'll also have to pay 10 million. You don't even have enough capital! "
"Besides, he has won nine rounds in a row. He won all the bets. Even Old Ivan lost. If others go up, they will definitely lose too!"
The sum of 10 million was undoubtedly very tempting, but for a while, no one entered the arena at all.
"F * ck, this guy is so strong, and gambling on guns is so profitable. I need one night to earn 10 million, and he actually wants to get it in one round …"
The little fatty looked at the young man on the arena with a dignified expression on his face, and then some ridicule.
From this sentence, he seemed to have already known the young man's identity as a player.
"But … 10 million is a big bet. No fool will bet on it … ha."
"10 million credits, even if it's included in the entire casino's NPCs and even the players who do the mission, I don't think many can afford it … So, I'm more stable."
The fatty's eyes turned twice. He thought of something, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
"10 million, it's worth the gamble!"
However, as soon as his smug expression appeared, his eyes widened again.
"Wahaha, it's him!"
Hearing the familiar voice and seeing a familiar face appear on the challenge channel, the little fatty's eyes immediately turned red.
…
"Mr. Link, you can use your own gun, or you can choose the gun provided by the casino!"
A casino employee with an excited smile on his face led Feng Luo to a gun warehouse beside the gun-gambling arena.
Of course, he was excited.
For every bet, the casino would receive a commission.
The total bet for this round was 20 million credits. With the casino's big commission, he could also receive a high reward!
In contrast, the young man on the stage was still expressionless.
He only glanced at Feng Luo when he appeared, then continued to stand there.
"These guns … Where did you get them from …?"
Feng Luo looked at the rows of gun racks in the gun warehouse.
There were hundreds of different types of guns, from pistols to submachine guns, rifles, and even sniper rifles. His eyes were shining.
M1911, M10, Desert Eagle, P85, Browning … This was a classic gun warehouse from Earth.
Of course, there were not only guns from Earth. There were also many original guns from the game that had some obvious technological style!
"Our boss is a gun enthusiast, and he especially likes to collect some classic gun models … However, because this kind of shooting is more of a test of a person's ability, he did not bring out some guns with advanced electronic equipment."
The casino employee explained.
"Sir, have you decided which one to choose?"
"Yes, this one!"
Feng Luo nodded and reached for a pistol from the gun rack.
It was a pistol that was also black in color, and the design was not very eye-catching. The pattern on the gun handle was a five-pointed star.
Type 92 Pistol, Caliber: 9mm, Level Requirement: 45, Grade: Excellent
The Type 92 was actually not very suitable for this kind of shooting competition gun. Although it was more powerful, its performance and accuracy were a little lacking compared to classic pistols like the M9.
Especially this kind of 9mm pistol, the recoil was not small. In this kind of process where one needed to quickly aim and shoot the Eagle, it would affect the accuracy of the shot!
However, Feng Luo decided to choose it.
Other than because of a certain complex in his heart that was not considered a complex.
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