It was a reasonable question, but Wells did not make things difficult for her. He just waved his hand, and Fujitaka Yuhito took a document and handed it to Gin.

"This is Mr. Wells's will, and all the terms have been written. Even if Mr. Wells dies, someone will fulfill that promise to the end."

Furukawa Kumisa:...Is it popular among you gangsters to make a will before making a deal?

Gin didn't pay any attention to the will. Furukawa Kumisa pondered his thoughts and reached out to take it.

She glanced at it a few times and found that, as the other party said, there was indeed no room for regret.

It seems that Wells has really prepared everything in detail.

The more such a person is, the less likely they feel that they will lose.

Russia's gambling method, which relies entirely on luck, seems to be incapable of any manipulation, but everyone here is not well-informed, and no one will ever believe in true fairness and luck.

Furukawa Kumisa finally had some idea in mind, and the most important thing now was to keep the gin.

According to her understanding, Gin is not a person who likes to gamble with his life.

He despised death and didn't even care about his own death - but he would not allow himself to die in such a frivolous and ridiculous way.

Furukawa Kumisa thought for a while, then reached out and pressed Gin's shoulder.

It was the first time she'd actually touched him tonight - after noticing he didn't like her touch.

Her fingers and palms are very slender, and there is only a faint touch when she is not using force.

But she held on very firmly.

Gin raised his eyes, and for the first time tonight, he looked at her seriously.

Her face was covered with a human skin mask, and every emotion and expression was an act of acting, except for her pair of bright black pupils, which were unusually penetrating.

Gin never believed in such metaphysical things as "telepathy", but at that moment, he suddenly understood the meaning in her eyes.

"Trust me."

Furukawa Kumisa's hands were firmly placed on his shoulders, his eyes were like cold stars, and the cold stars were filled with the most dazzling brilliance in the night sky, almost instantly making people sink in, and they could no longer extricate themselves.

She is saying, believe her.

Gin held the cigarette butt between his fingers for a moment, and looked away from her, but made no move to get up.

This is the default.

Wells saw the interaction between the two of them and couldn't help but take a closer look at Furukawa Kumisa.

Nearly two hours had passed since he first saw Furukawa Kumisa in the surveillance footage. This was the first time in these two hours that he found that he didn't seem to see through this mysterious woman.

Her performance seems to be that from beginning to end she is just a vase character who is a little smart but not brainy enough.

When Wells used this woman to mock Gin earlier, he meant it sincerely.

But a vase cannot look like that.

In any case, since Gin agreed, the bet has officially begun.

Wells waved his hand, and Fujitaka Hirohito handed the revolver to them.

This time, Furukawa Kumisa did not step in and took over after Gin picked up the gun and inspected it.

The next second her hand touched the left wheel, the system beeped.

Fujitaka Hisashi watched Furukawa Kumisa check the pistol up and down, inside and out, and took the pistol from Furukawa Kumisa's hand.

"Now that the inspection is clear, let's get started."

He took out a bullet, opened the magazine, and was about to load it into the magazine.

"Wait a minute." It was Furukawa Kumisa who spoke.

She still had that cute smile, and glanced at Hisashi Fujitaka, "Since you prepared the gun and bullets, it's only fair that we leave the steps of loading the bullets and turning the wheel to us, right?"

Fujitaka Hisahito and Wells were not surprised at all by her request, presumably they had already taken this into consideration.

Furukawa Kumisa took the bullets and the gun, and slowly filled the bullets into the magazine under the watchful eyes of everyone, and then spun them four or five times until the rapidly rotating wheel was spinning.

It turned into an afterimage in everyone's eyes, and then the wheel closed with a "click".

She placed the loaded revolver in the middle of the table.

Wells glanced at Hisashi Fujitaka, who immediately understood, reached out, picked up the left wheel, and weighed it twice.

People who are familiar with firearms can tell how many bullets there are in the gun from the weight of the hand. Obviously Fujitaka Hirohito is that kind of person.

He weighed it twice and nodded to Wells.

Wells knew that the bullets were already in the magazine and Furukawa Kumisa did not do anything.

He raised his hand, and Fujitaka Hisahito handed over the left wheel.

Wells held the gun in his hand, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

There was a soft "click" sound, and the room fell into silence.

There were no gunshots, no blood, just dead silence.

The first shot was empty.

Wells put the gun back on the table and looked at Gin: "It's your turn."

Gin had no intention of dawdling, and leaned forward very simply to get the gun on the table.

A hand as white as jade took a step ahead of him and took the lead in holding the left wheel on the table.

The eyes of the three people in the room instantly focused on Furukawa Kumisa.

Furukawa Kumisa didn't seem to notice, he just stretched out his hand to weigh the gun twice, looked at Gin, and spoke half jokingly and half seriously.

"I've never used a real person as a target, give me a chance."

Gin didn't express anything, but frowned slightly when Furukawa Kumisa pointed the revolver at his eyebrows.

——No matter whether there are bullets in the gun or not, he doesn't like anyone pointing a gun at him.

But before he could speak, Furukawa Kumisa simply pulled the trigger.

There was another soft "pop" sound, and everything was as usual.

The second shot was empty.

Furukawa Kumisa simply put the gun in his hand back on the table and pushed it back to Wells.

At this point, neither party will say anything more.

Regardless of the purpose and outcome, once this game of gambling begins, there is no reason to stop.

The third and fourth empty gunshots rang out in the room one after another.

The left | wheel hand | gun was back in Wells' hands.

Although this was only the fifth shot, it was already the moment that decided the outcome.

If Wells is shot, the game ends. If Wells is empty-handed, the bullet can only be in the last position.

The atmosphere was heightened to this point, and even though Furukawa Kumisa knew that he had made complete preparations, he couldn't help but become a little nervous.

She watched Wells's movements closely and saw him simply pick up the revolver. Without any hesitation, he pointed it at his temple and pulled the trigger.

"Crack."

Empty.

Furukawa Kumisa looked at the revolver that was put back on the table by Wells, and didn't know whether to think "that's how it is" or "that's true".

Wells already had a winner's smile on his face, and he raised his hand slightly.

Fujitaka Hisahito took the pistol on the table, handed the revolver and the last bullet to Furukawa Kumisa with his own hands.

He smiled slightly: "Please."

Furukawa Kumisa's eyes retracted from the opposite side and fell on the gun in Fujitaka Yuhito's hand.

Under Wells's hawk-like gaze, she slowly picked up the revolver and spoke slowly.

"Russian rules say the winner can only be the one who survives, right?"

Wells didn't expect that she would suddenly ask such a question, but after tasting it, he didn't find any word play in it, so he nodded and accepted the sentence.

A smile overflowed from her eyes, "And for any gambling game, as long as you don't lose, you win, right?"

The maneuverability in this sentence was so great that Wells couldn't help but cast his eyes on her.

He turned to this woman whom he found increasingly elusive.

At this point, he couldn't think of any possibility for Gin to "not lose".

The pistol was turned around in his and Fujitaka Yuhito's hands before being handed to them. They were both convinced that there was still a bullet in the gun.

The first five shots were all empty, and it was only possible that they were in the last position.

——This is also consistent with what they did.

He doesn't see any possibility of the opponent winning.
To be continued...