Hong Kong film: Forever, a killer with amazing skills

soon;

The blood stained the ground red, pooling into a small puddle beneath the man.

Everyone else stared in disbelief at the scene.

Only the two men who had also seen the movie "Saw" showed expressions of extreme fear in their eyes.

"Is this guy crazy?"

Harris looked at his subordinate who had run him over and killed him, completely unable to understand why the other man would do such a thing.

Even if everything in front of you is bizarre, there's no need to commit suicide, right?

Ok!

He actually knew that the other party just wanted to run away.

But imagine how they got into this place?

In the blink of an eye, without even experiencing any fainting or other symptoms, I was transported to this room as if the world had been turned upside down.

With such incredible abilities, could they really have escaped on foot?

That's why Harris said this guy is crazy.

They've lost the ability to think calmly!

At that moment, the same voice appeared again.

"What's in front of you now is a .45 caliber revolver. All you have to do is come forward one by one, choose a different number of bullets to load into the gun, and then shoot yourself."

Upon hearing these words, the six remaining survivors all changed their expressions.

Shoot yourself?

Can you choose to install different numbers of bullets?

Isn't this Russian roulette?

No! They don't want to play such a deadly game!!

However, it is clear that they have no choice here.

It's not that they can simply stop playing if they don't want to.

"Remember! Each of you must choose a different number of bullets. If you choose the same number, you will be executed immediately!"

"Now...please begin your game!"

As the sound disappeared, smaller beams of light shone on the six of them.

The beam of light shone down from above them, enveloping each and every one of them.

The six of them looked at each other.

Then suddenly they all rushed toward the revolver on the table in front of them.

Apparently!

Unable to resist, they had no choice but to play this deadly game as the voice instructed.

Since they are determined to play, they naturally want to maximize their chances of survival.

It is obvious;

According to the rules of this game, the person who chooses to install a single bullet is the one with the highest probability of survival!

If the last one can only hold six bullets, then he's definitely doomed!

A revolver has six magazines. If you load six bullets, isn't that a 100% hit rate?

how?

Do you still want to bet on it getting stuck?

You know, this is a revolver!

It's not a semi-automatic pistol.

Although revolvers can also jam.

However, this probability is far lower than that of a semi-automatic pistol.

It can be said to be infinitely close to zero.

therefore;

Choosing six bullets will certainly lead to death.

In fact, choosing five bullets would almost certainly mean certain death.

After all, the one in six chance of survival is too low.

Unless you're extremely lucky, it doesn't seem to make much difference compared to six bullets.

The only option with a relatively high probability of survival is one or two bullets. Even three bullets carry a significant risk, so it's best not to gamble on that half chance.

so;

After learning the rules of the game, the six remaining survivors were so united in their desire to be the first to play!

After all, unless someone is an idiot, the first person to go up and play will inevitably choose a bullet.

Surely no one would be stupid enough to just come up and load six bullets right away, right?

"Go away!"

Harris punched one of his henchmen who was trying to grab a gun from him, then snatched the revolver from the tray before anyone else could reach it.

"Fuck! Give it to me!!"

The others, their eyes red, rushed forward to try and snatch it.

But who is Harris?

He is the go-to "judge" at the high table. The "judge" may not necessarily be the best marksman in the mainland hotel, but he must be an all-rounder who is proficient in everything.

Harris is not only an exceptional marksman, but also a highly skilled fighter.

Combined with his height of 197 cm and weight of 116 kg.

He quickly subdued the men who rushed at him, then grinned maliciously as he picked up a bullet from the tray and put it into the magazine of his pistol.

"I want to start the game!"

Harris looked at his five men, who were staring at him with resentment, then picked up his pistol and pointed it at his temple.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the magazine inside the pistol suddenly started spinning on its own.

Harris's finger, which was about to pull the trigger, froze.

Actually, he had just used a clever trick; he deliberately loaded the bullet into a magazine that would never be fired in the next round.

I thought my cleverness would work.

Unexpectedly, the pistol's magazine started rotating on its own.

"It's okay if I can't find a loophole, I refuse to believe I'll be that unlucky!"

Harris's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

next second!

--Snapped!

A striking sound rang out.

Harris, who had pulled the trigger with his eyes closed, instantly felt a great sense of relief and put the pistol down with a hearty laugh.

"It's your turn!"

He walked forward laughing loudly, looking at the other five people with a mocking gaze.

The remaining five people, seeing this, immediately forgot to marvel at Harris's cunning and good luck, and rushed forward to compete for the second chance to play the game.

A moment later;

After a fierce competition among the five people, a man named Lockes was lucky enough to win the opportunity.

This man, Rocks, wasn't the physically imposing type; in fact, he looked rather thin and wasn't very tall. He truly secured this opportunity through a combination of intelligence and a bit of luck.

at this time;

When Lockes opened the magazine, he discovered that the original bullet was missing.

Looking at the tray again, six bullets were placed perfectly intact on it.

Glug~!

He swallowed hard, then a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He immediately picked up two bullets, loaded them, and then forcefully rotated the magazine.

Anyway, even if it doesn't rotate on its own, the magazine will rotate automatically.

Rather than letting it spin automatically, Loxe trusted his luck more.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

As he yelled, Lockes pulled the trigger against his temple.

--Snapped!

Another blank shot.

Rocks, who survived, felt completely exhausted.

His two legs looked like two noodles, as if he would fall over at any moment.

He forced a smile, then walked forward unsteadily.

"You're lucky!"

Harris glanced at the guy with some surprise.

He had considered several possibilities, but he never expected that the second opportunity would be snatched away by the small and thin Rocks.

"luck."

Lockes smiled, then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the remaining four 040 companions who had already begun vying for the third spot.