Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 34 Nineteen Days in a Row! He was welded to the iron chair, collapsing and laughing maniacally: "Please, let me lose one game!"

(Pages 34 and 35 contain most of the content that was cut for approval; please bear with them.)

It's the nineteenth day that Sun Hao has been locked in the basement.

He no longer knows the difference between day and night.

The fluorescent light above his head never went out, buzzing around like a million flies swarming in his head.

His eyes were red.

Not the kind that gets you famous from staying up all night.

It's that scarlet red that appears after a large area of ​​capillaries has ruptured, covering the entire white of the eye.

He hasn't slept more than three hours in nineteen days.

It's not that I don't want to sleep.

No, I dare not.

Because Zhou Tiezhu set rules for him.

The task is not complete. Do not turn off the computer.

The workload is increasing day by day.

Zhou Tiezhu tasted the sweetness of success.

A humanoid machine destined to win; this is the withdrawal password given to him by God.

He wanted nothing less than to squeeze every last drop out of Sun Hao.

Sun Hao sat on the iron chair welded to the ground.

point.

win.

point.

win.

The numbers on the screen were jumping rapidly.

But his eyes were no longer on the screen.

His gaze pierced through the screen, through the concrete wall, through the several meters of soil and asphalt road overhead, and looked towards a non-existent distance.

He is laughing.

I've been laughing for three days now.

That's not a normal laugh.

It's the kind of smile where the corners of the mouth stretch to the ears, but the eyes are empty and hollow.

It is the brain's last line of defense activated for self-protection after the mind has completely collapsed under extreme pressure.

"We won—we won again—hahahahaha—"

His voice was as hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

"I am the God of Gamblers — I always win — I never lose — Haha ...

The thugs guarding the door felt a chill run down their spines when they heard the laughter.

He turned his head away, unable to listen any longer.

the same day.

11:40 PM.

The conference room in Yunzhou City was brightly lit.

"Operation codename: Iron Cage," objective: a golden cage hidden deep in the alleys of the old city.

Zhao Gang stood in front of the projection screen, his face ashen.

"Based on two months of intelligence gathering, Zhou Tiezhu, the actual controller of this place, is suspected of operating and..."

He turned a page of the PowerPoint presentation.

"Informant reports that Jinlong has seen an extremely unusual surge in online activity over the past month. The daily average amount... and these funds ultimately flowed to—"

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Zhao Gang drew a circle on the screen with his laser pointer. Everyone in the conference room focused their attention on that circle. Inside the circle was a name, not a person's name, but the name of an organization. The conference room was silent for two seconds, and then someone muttered a curse.

"Alright, enough nonsense." Zhao Gang slammed his hand on the table.

"At midnight tonight, we will launch a coordinated raid."

"Set off."

12:03 AM.

Thirty-six fully armed special police officers simultaneously stormed the "Golden Cage" casino in three groups.

The iron gate at the stairwell was cut open in three seconds by hydraulic shears.

Flashbang goes in first.

Then there's the shield.

Then came the dark, gaping muzzle of a gun.

The entire casino was completely under control within ninety seconds.

-

When Zhou Tiezhu was pinned to the gambling table, he still had an unlit cigar in his mouth.

His expression was calm.

It was as if they had known this day would come all along.

"search."

Zhao Gang waved his hand.

The special police began searching each floor.

Lobby.

Private rooms on the second floor.

Underground storage room.

Then someone discovered the two locked iron gates.

And that damp corridor lit only by emergency lights.

"Bang!"

The iron gate was kicked open.

At the end of the corridor, the door to the last basement room was also broken open.

The first SWAT officer to rush in stopped at the entrance.

He smelled something.

It doesn't smell like blood.

It is a pungent, nauseating stench that is a mixture of sweat, excrement, spoiled takeout, and mold.

He turned on his flashlight.

The beam of light swept across the cement wall.

I swept over the scattered mineral water bottles and moldy lunchbox scraps on the ground.

I glanced at the iron chair welded to the ground.

Finally, it landed on the person in the chair.

Sun Hao.

Or rather, it used to belong to Sun Hao.

He was curled up in the iron chair, wearing only a filthy shirt whose original color was no longer discernible.

The bandages on both wrists had turned black and hardened, resembling two withered cocoons.

The iron chains on his feet dragged on the ground, and the skin between the chains and his ankles was chafed and covered with a layer of dark red scabs.

His hair was a tangled mess, and his beard grew to his chest.

His cheeks were deeply sunken, and his cheekbones protruded like two knives.

But what's most chilling is his expression.

He is laughing.

His mouth stretched from ear to ear.

He revealed a row of teeth that were yellowed due to long-term malnutrition.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils were unfocused and completely unfocused.

He didn't even glance at the room full of special police officers and the blinding flashlight beams.

He just stared at the still-running laptop screen in front of him.

My fingers were still mechanically clicking the mouse, one click at a time.

point.

win.

point.

win.

"We won!"

He muttered to himself, his voice sounding like it came from hell.

"I won again! Haha! I'm the God of Gamblers! I win every time I gamble!"

The SWAT captain's expression changed.

He worked on the front lines of criminal investigation for twelve years.

I've seen murderers. I've seen drug dealers. I've seen all sorts of human scum.

But he had never seen anyone tortured like this before.

"Call an ambulance!"

"immediately!"

As Sun Hao was being carried onto the stretcher, that chilling laugh never stopped.

The medical staff tried to give him a sedative, and he struggled violently like a dying snake.

Then he grabbed a SWAT officer by the collar.

He was incredibly strong, unlike someone who had been imprisoned for nineteen days.

He brought his face close to the SWAT officer's.

A strange clarity suddenly flashed in his unfocused eyes.

It was as if a crack had appeared in the mad shell, and the real "serpent" inside poked its head out.

He spoke.

hoarse voice.

But every word was pronounced clearly.

"Do you know who sent me there?"

-

The SWAT officer was taken aback.

"Who sent me to that dilapidated Taoist temple?!"

Sun Hao's lips twisted into a smile that looked even uglier than crying.

"Great Compassion. — Jueyuan — He sent Jing to find me —"

He told me to make an impossible wish—to smash the signboard of Qingyun Temple.

"Hahahaha—Smashing the signboard—"

His laughter grew louder, sharper, and more manic.

"I failed to ruin the signboard—but I became someone else's ATM—"

"Thirty million — I won thirty million — not a single penny of it is mine —"

"I always win when I gamble—hahahahaha—God, you are truly—fair—"