Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 766, page 180: One is the victor.

"Should I bet 100,000 on black money?"

V noticed that the device displaying the chip numbers in front of Emerick had been emptied, realizing that he was making a desperate gamble, possibly his last bet. His eyes flickered, and then, looking at the 210,000 he had, he didn't hesitate to place his bet on the red chip again.

V initially exchanged 150,000 chips. On his first bet, he placed 10,000 and won 10,000. On his second bet, he placed 50,000 and won 50,000. After earning 60,000, he placed a bet of 100,000. Even if he lost this time, he would still have 110,000 left to continue betting.

If he wins, then he needs to seize the moment when Emerick is completely devastated and his composure is shaken, and do something accordingly.
She noticed her brother's bet out of the corner of her eye, and then saw V's bet; she smiled.

"How stubborn~" Aurora chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. This action completely exposed the defect on her ear caused by abnormal inner ear development to V's view. It was a defect that had left a trace through genetic surgery. It wasn't so noticeable in the dim light, but it was so obvious in V's eyes now.

Aurora didn't notice V's gaze. As she placed her bet, she deliberately dragged out her words, "Then I'll keep betting on black—after all, probability tells us the odds of three consecutive reds are only..."

“12.5%.” Emeric suddenly interjected. He seemed to be talking to his sister and V, but his eyes were fixed on the black-haired youth in front of him, and data streams were constantly flashing in his eyes: “According to probability, the probability of black appearing this time is higher.”

"Probability theory?"

Under Emeric's gaze, Karl naturally raised his head slightly, and then he noticed that Emeric was looking at him with a calm yet somewhat provocative gaze.

'This guy looks aloof, but he's got a real ego. He's probably gotten desperate after losing to V, so he's got his eye on me, the one who's made the most money.'

Carl didn't seem to care much about Emeric's provocation. Emeric was clearly engrossed in the betting, and in his desperation, he was ready to take a bite out of anyone. But for Carl...
For a hacker to provoke you at this distance is probably similar to a rabbit staring wide-eyed at a tiger while it's under its claws. Oh no, it's more like an ant provoking a person.

It's not that we can't care, but it really is insignificant.

Because Carl didn't care much about the betting, and if he didn't care, then naturally there was nothing for him to care about.

The 400,000 that Carl exchanged wasn't actually his own money. It was given to him by his wise superior, Oda Santao, who thought the money might be useful in Dogtown. Carl could do whatever he wanted with it. In other words, Carl was playing a game with no capital from the very beginning.

Winning is great, but losing doesn't matter. In this state of indifference to winning or losing, if Emeric tried to provoke Karl in the betting game, it would naturally not elicit the slightest reaction.

Four hundred thousand. In the first round of betting, he bet two hundred thousand and won two hundred thousand, turning it into six hundred thousand. Then in the second round, he bet four hundred thousand and won four hundred thousand. Now Karl has one million euros.

This is really a quick way to make money; even Carl had to admit that very few things can compare to this kind of lucrative income.

But ultimately, it's best to avoid gambling altogether; Karl really wasn't that interested.

After all, if you get addicted, no amount of money will be enough to waste it.

If it's a million, then place the bet.
Carl now roughly understood the rules of roulette, so he chose a special approach.

Of the one million, four hundred thousand is working capital, which we'll exclude first, leaving six hundred thousand.

The Mingzhi Squad started with twelve people. Three combat personnel were killed by Li De and the military technology personnel, leaving nine people in the squad.

They've gone through so much trouble to come out here. I don't know if the higher-ups will give them anything, but as the team leader, I should at least give them some fieldwork pay. After all, I've already taken 400,000, so I should give them some money too. 600,000 isn't a good match for nine people, 900,000 would be just right. In other words, if possible, I need to win 300,000.

No, even if Slider and Mr. Kenichi Shiro are here, they still need to get some points.

That means it costs 500,000.
Knowing exactly how much he wanted to bet, Carl didn't hesitate to place his bet of 500,000 on the red line. If he won, the red line would double, and Carl would have an extra 1.1 million to share.

As for Karl's four hundred thousand
Roulette allows combination betting.

While betting on the color, players can also bet on the specific number. The two bets are calculated independently. That is to say, if both the number and the color are correctly predicted, the prize money will be settled separately according to their respective odds, without interfering with each other.

Carl planned to bet on a red number that looked good.

With a 1 in 35 probability, if Karl wins, his 400,000 will double to 14 million euros.

That's already the price of a regular hovercar or a luxury car.

Of course, if the ball lands on a black ball, then Carl will lose all his points.

Without a doubt, this is utterly reckless gambling, something no rational person should ever do.

A normal person should stop at this point. Even if there are gamblers who are really into it, they should still keep some money for themselves. Only the most insane, utterly insatiable gamblers would do that, and their fate is always to lose everything.

However, just like Karl's initial idea when he placed his bet.

He wasn't interested in gambling to begin with, nor was he interested in playing again. He simply didn't care, or rather, he was a bit tired of this kind of gambling and planned to just end it here.

If you hold this mindset and are unconcerned about losing money, then such betting is nothing more than a form of entertainment.
As the surrounding guests watched with bated breath as the crazed black-haired youth bet 500,000 on the red ball, they saw him make his move.

'Is he trying to raise the bet? Is 500,000 not enough? He's really crazy!'

Just as the guests were thinking this, they noticed that Carl's hand was pressing in the direction of not the color, but...
"number!"

Amidst another gasp from the guests around Carl, everyone at the gambling table, and even those at the adjacent tables, were drawn to Carl's actions. Even V stared wide-eyed at Carl's behavior.

Karl, that guy, seems to have always been this bold!
In V's mind, he saw Carl bet four hundred thousand on the red '1'.

Why is it one?

Because one represents the victor.

For good luck.

(End of this chapter)