Chapter 2302 Gotham Music Festival (34)

Chapter 2295 Gotham Music Festival (34)

There are three types of people on the field now.

The first type, like Stark and Bruce, realized immediately after the rules were announced that this was actually a game of manipulating the probability of suits.

The second type, didn't figure it out at the beginning, but discovered the secret as they played. Although they had made some mistakes, they could still make up for it.

The third type, didn't understand what was going on until the end of the game, and had no idea what the key to winning this game was, so they lost without knowing why.

The first and third types are relatively rare. Few people who can come to this ship have great wisdom, because if they are really smart, they would not have fallen to the point of gambling on the ship, but they are not extremely stupid. Real fools are unlikely to cause a disaster because they have no courage.

Most of the people on the ship now have some cleverness. They are the best among ordinary people. They have achieved success because of the background of the times or standing on the cusp of the trend, but in the end they were swallowed up by something and ended up like today.

Most people gradually realized during the game that a straight flush is the killer of this game. To form a straight flush, you must ensure that you have at least most of the cards of one suit in your hand, and the points cannot be broken.

In the duel between Bruce and Roman, because Roman cleared all the small cards in his hand, Bruce's small cards had a very complete number of points, from A to 8, and the golden points were 2 to 6, which Bruce won, and there were several cards of each point.

Bruce maximized the probability of a straight flush in his hand because Roman did not react from the beginning and fully cooperated with Bruce's plan. In short, the gap between the two people's levels was too large, and the gambling process was almost one-sided.

But most people are not like this. They realized the key to the game almost at the same time as their opponents, so their competition was particularly fierce.

When Bruce and Roman finished, most people were still in tense negotiations. Since there was no rule that gods and believers could not formulate their own rules for changing cards, many people began to use psychological tactics in order to get the cards they wanted.

The dizzy and nauseous feeling, the respiratory pain caused by chest tightness and shortness of breath, and the hollow chest caused by arrhythmia made Schiller's vision more and more blurred.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...

The ambient sound became more and more distant, the heartbeat vibrated the eardrum in the ear canal, and the blood pumped by the heart began to break through the barrier between the body and the mind, flowing into Schiller's spirit, tearing the hypocritical real world into a crack, and showing the true appearance of this world in front of him.

"The past that makes people miss..." Schiller murmured in a low voice with his eyes narrowed.

When he opened his eyes again, people's heads turned into colorful and jumping flames, repeatedly enlarging and shrinking in the hazy vision of ripples, and the flames surged.

That was the flame of greed. Schiller saw a lot of firewood at the bottom of the flame, which was their reason, love and sense of security.

The flames burned more and more fiercely, and the things that provided energy for the flames began to show charred marks from the edges, devouring the healthy parts of them bit by bit, and then their brains, their hearts, and their bodies.

The flying ashes from the fierce burning of the flames covered their eyes, and the wind was blowing violently. Countless fragments and ashes came and went in front of them, but they could not see anything.

Schiller walked through the flames in a trance, the sound of the wind passed by his ears, the tail flames burned his clothes, and the ashes swirled in front of him.

Until in a blazing fire source, Schiller found the only oasis, where there was a small flame, but it was more like a campfire lit by travelers.

The sweet springs sounded, the green forests swayed slightly, and the breeze blowing in the face was cool and moist, making people want to cry-Green Arrow Oliver Queen.

This is him, Schiller saw that if all places in this world were burning, his spirit would be the last reserve for humans to sublimate themselves from the greedy desires of primitive instincts.

The fatal dizziness and nausea were dispelled by the refreshing breeze for a moment. Schiller took the aerosol with his shaking arms and took two deep puffs. The omnipresent scorching heat in the room finally dissipated.

In the last second before the raging fire disappeared, Schiller looked at the woman opposite Oliver. He saw a cluster of flames different from others, more fierce than anyone else, so that it was not just on the shoulders, but all over the body.

It was a red color with extreme anger. Schiller had seen this kind of flame on Batman, but it was a long time ago. When Batman had not yet discovered the black tide in his heart, the dark edge revealed this red, and what made the flame burn suddenly was an answer given by Schiller - revenge.

When he woke up, Schiller found himself standing around the game between Oliver and the woman. Due to the long trial and several verbal confrontations, their card exchange was only carried out to the fifth round.

Schiller did not look at what cards they had, because it was not important. The first round of gambling would not involve bloodshed. Most people only bet 1-2 chips, and who wins and who loses may not determine the final outcome.

The rules of the game were also designed to be very simple. Although there was a twist similar to a brain teaser, which required people to shift their attention from the size of the points to the less frequently noticed suits, it was still not very complicated.

So the first game was clearly an opportunity for the two parties with grievances to test and communicate with each other, so the game did not set a time limit for each round. It can be seen that most of the people at the table are now engaged in fierce verbal confrontations. In addition to discussing the special card exchange rules, they are also discussing new and old grudges.

The drugs made Schiller feel slow in thinking, and all the sounds were gradually fading away. In the blur, he heard Oliver say.

"You want me to think that everything I do now is meaningless, but you can't shake me, never."

"Then why did you come back here?" The woman's tone was full of sarcasm, "You left your so-called career and came back here like a coward and a deserter, and made such a stupid choice. Do you think you can defeat me here?"

"I won't just defeat you here." Oliver stared at the woman and said, "I will defeat all of you at all times and in all places."

"You know this can't be done, no one can do it." The woman's tone was full of contempt. She fiddled with the poker cards in her hand and said, "This is just a meaningless struggle. I accepted the invitation and came here just to tell you this fact."

Schiller moved slowly, gradually moving from the side of the table to the diagonal back, and then walked through the crowd that was gradually gathering around, and walked towards the back of the woman.

Schiller was only one step away from standing right behind the woman, and the woman who was still picking poker cards was unaware.

Schiller took a step forward, but before his feet landed, a flash of cold light flashed across his vision. The moment a sense of crisis surged up, Schiller turned his head to look at the source of the light.

A woman, or a girl, wearing a jellyfish mask, with a thin blade between her index and middle fingers, was following the crowd towards the table where Oliver and the woman were.

Schiller took a big step forward, passed the two people in the middle, and passed behind the last person. The crowd was crowded and surging forward. The figure wearing a red shawl was like a shark breaking into a school of fish, cutting through the formation at high speed.

He held the knife, raised his hand, bent his elbow, exerted force with his upper arm, and tightened his forearm muscles. His arm was like an arrow from a bow. The sharp arrow flashing with cold light was frozen in place a second before it was shot.

Schiller saw a pair of wild and extremely bright eyes staring at him instantly. The fingers holding the girl's wrist loosened slightly. With a sizzling sound, the hand that was pulled out and the blade cut Schiller's tiger's mouth.

Schiller didn't make any sound, but instantly pinched the shawl on the other side of his body with his injured hand, so that the blood didn't flow out immediately, but seeped into the fibers of the clothes.

"Don't make a sound." In the slow chaos, Schiller tried his best to stay rational and said, "They will find out that you are armed."

Then the panic finally surged into the girl's eyes. She stood there and gritted her teeth. Somehow, the blade in her hand disappeared, she squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards Schiller.

"Don't talk, follow me." Schiller put his uninjured hand around her, and the two walked towards the bathroom together. No one in the room objected to this. In fact, many people who were on a bye didn't watch the game here. They either went back to their rooms to rest or went to have fun by themselves. Their departure was not noticeable.

The moment he left the crowd's sight, Schiller felt that he was pushed away, but the other party's action was not strong. Maybe he just wanted to keep a distance from him, not to attack him.

Schiller's head was so dizzy that he couldn't even feel the pain of the wound. His eyes were so blurred that he could hardly see anything. He sighed and thought he shouldn't have taken that extra breath.

Schiller leaned against the wall next to him, his hand dripping with blood. His faster breathing rate made the girl across from him feel something was wrong.

"What's wrong with you?" She tilted her head and took a half step forward, but she was very alert and didn't approach immediately. She still held the weapon tightly in her hand.

Schiller shook his head and said, "There is a medical room. Find a bandage. Who is your target?"

The girl didn't answer immediately, but took a look at the wound on Schiller's hand. The wound was not shallow. It almost cut the entire tiger's mouth. A lot of blood flowed out, staining the whole hand red.

She looked down at the blade in her hand, sighed, and seemed a little annoyed. She said, "You shouldn't have stopped me. I didn't want to hurt you."

"But you've already done it. Think of a way, miss."

The girl took a deep breath, and then she suddenly looked down at her clothes. She was wearing a Spanish-style long skirt with a bustle and a thick ruff collar.

She immediately began to unbutton her collar, and then pulled off the bottom layer. After folding it several times, it became a bandage. She walked up and pulled up Schiller's arm and began to bandage his palm.

During the bandaging process, the girl looked up at Schiller's eyes, and then she was obviously frightened by the distracted look.

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"God, what's wrong with you? You look like you're about to faint."

"Actually, that's right. Don't worry about me. Tell me who you're going to kill?"

"I'm not going to kill anyone." She emphasized again, "I won't kill anyone casually. It was just an accident that I hurt you."

"Name..."

"You don't need to know."

"I mean, Oliver Queen, do you know this name?"

The other party immediately showed a surprised expression. She recalled the scene at that time and seemed to remember something, so she looked at Schiller tentatively and asked, "Do you know Oliver too?"

"I'm his friend."

Schiller took a deep breath and said intermittently: "You wanted to protect Oliver Queen, so you followed him on the boat. You thought he was going to lose, so you wanted to use other methods to interfere with the gambling."

The girl looked at Schiller in shock and withdrew her hand. Fortunately, the bandage was already completed.

"I can't read minds." Schiller said: "Your performance is too obvious. Forget it. Listen, I also got on the boat for Oliver, but you can't act rashly."

"But he's about to lose." The girl gritted her teeth and said: "He doesn't have so many chances. He must win. That's why I came here."

Even if Schiller's thinking was slow, he could probably guess the girl's identity, but he didn't say it. Instead, he said: "Do you know who the woman you just wanted to attack is?"

"Who?"

"Amanda Waller, head of the FBI's Special Criminal Investigation Team."