Song Ling's plane arrived in Los Angeles with a strong air current. After waiting for a day and a night, he finally met the owner of the military base.
He is a tall-looking man with arrogance in his eyes.
The man in charge of "taking care" of Song Ling was wearing a uniform and waiting in the suffocating cold atmosphere, occasionally telling some inexplicable jokes in a pure British tone until the arrogant man appeared.
Song Ling really endured it for his talented son. After he arrived in Los Angeles, he was arranged to wait in the airport waiting room.
When had a man as proud as him ever been treated so coldly?
But he just endured it, bearing all the emotions, and waited in the lounge for a day and a night.
A subordinate wearing a microphone walked in and said to Song Ling: "The boss is here."
Song Ling stood up from the chair and stood straight. A pair of scarlet eyes were forced down by his strong willpower. At this moment, a cold breath emanated from the bottom of his eyes, looking at these people.
"Hey, Song Ling!" The man, who was about forty years old, greeted him with bright eyes and a bloodthirsty smile.
This naturally reminds people of the phrase "smiling tiger". When you say hello, it may appear pleasant on the surface, but in fact you are restless underneath.
Song Ling looked at him with a deep gaze.
This glance was actually quite calm. At this age, he could become the highest-ranking officer of a US military base. Without bloody means and ruthlessness, he couldn't do it.
He greeted hoarsely, "Nice to meet you!"
The man looked behind him, his eagle eyes revealing a cold aura. He feigned surprise and asked, "What's wrong? You came alone? You didn't even bring a bodyguard?"
Song Ling noticed the smile on the man's lips, which was a little dark and weird.
His clear eyes swept over the man in uniform behind the group of people. A hint of cool handsomeness flashed across his cold brows. He whispered through his pale thin lips, "It's useless to bring more people. They will all die. What do you think?"
The man smiled coldly: "Mr. Song Ling, you rarely have this kind of awareness."
Song Ling also slowly raised the corners of his lips and said clearly: "As the old Chinese saying goes, if you want to get something from others, you must give something first. Wouldn't it be more fun for you to bet if I come alone?"
The smile on the man's lips finally turned a little ferocious. "Of course! Song Ling, sir, many people here died after just one shot. Don't let me down."
The sharp, pale lips evoke a dazzling and ironic arc.
Xu Su was right, this guy was a pervert, a lunatic. Throwing him here was just to play this damn game.
The arrogant man stepped forward again, put his fingers on the table, leaned over, and said clearly, "You won't let me down, will you? I guess you'll hold out until after my second shot?"
Song Ling also leaned slightly, raised his eyebrows, and said word by word: "I'm glad you think so. It's my honor!"
His handsome face was pale, but he was also smiling. His slender fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, breathing smoothly.
A hint of determination flashed in his deep eyes. "Don't worry, I will cheer up. For my son, I will live for your confidential documents. In China, fatherly love is also a great love."
After saying that, he curled his lips coldly. He really didn't know if this arrogant man could understand such a profound thing as fatherly love.
The arrogant man clapped his hands, his eyes filled with excitement. "Well, wait and see!"
This crazy gambling game was arranged in the largest underground casino.
This is a bloody and disgusting underground casino.
He chose this place because the arrogant man liked this kind of excitement. This kind of lively and bustling place with a lot of people could stimulate his nerves and make him feel extremely refreshed.
Of course, the place was cleared out tonight.
No one is allowed to enter here except staff and some specially invited persons.
Each of them signed a military order. In the end, there were only three options: first, kill with one shot. Second, kill with two shots. Third, get out alive.
Their boss's marksmanship was obvious to all, so no one dared to bet on the third option.
As soon as he entered the casino, Song Ling felt a little nauseous. The air here was smelly and turbid. He really didn't know why these crazy people were so excited in such a depressing environment.
This cone-shaped casino stage was packed with spectators with bloodshot eyes, like the ferocious faces of wild beasts.
A group of beautiful women were dancing to explosive music outside the huge venue. When the two of them walked in, the thunderous screams almost blew their heads off.
The only way to describe this place is blood-boiling and crazy exciting.
Song Ling had never smelled such a strong smell of blood, like the strongest wine. After entering, he could not hear anything, only felt the huge waves rolling above his head.
Almost pierced my eardrum.
On the field, the staff had already opened the gate and were waiting for Song Ling to enter.
Although the place has been cleaned up today, the smell of blood still lingers.
Song Ling walked to the center of the venue and seemed to see bloodstains on the ground. It seemed that this kind of gambling game was played here almost every day, and the people in the audience enjoyed this bloody excitement like evil spirits.
Song Ling stood with the arrogant man.
The man in the neat suit narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Ling. He smiled slowly and moved closer. "Are you a man with great fatherly love?"
Song Ling pursed his thin lips gently, standing elegantly in silence amid the sounds ringing in his ears throughout the venue.
To be honest, he was very calm. He did not become impetuous because of the noise around him, nor did he panic because of such a depressing environment.
His calm reaction was undoubtedly an answer to the cocky man's question.
He remained silent until the man across from him completely lost his patience. It was like someone was deliberately teasing their prey, but the prey remained indifferent, disdaining to cooperate with him, and even felt that this was unimportant.
The man took a deep drag on his cigar, his expression became grim and his tone became gloomy.
"The game is about to start in five minutes. See that chair in the middle? It's for you. Get ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, a few people came over and surrounded Song Ling.
Song Ling looked at the chair in the middle. It was called a chair, but it was actually an iron frame. It could only help him to steady himself, while his hands and feet would be locked by the iron chains on the side.
The arrogant man across from him narrowed his eyes and watched his reaction.
There is a thrill in watching someone die. This thrill is truly an incomparable enjoyment.
Song Ling showed no sign of the panic and fear he should have shown when facing death. His fingers, with their distinct joints, unbuttoned the delicate cufflinks on his shirt and removed them.
His deep eyes held a captivating light. He raised his eyes and asked the man opposite him, "Have you ever played it?"
But, he was disappointed.
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