Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 954 Russian Roulette

Under the threat of the dark muzzle of a gun, Zhang Yunhe's countdown was like a death knell; each number he read was like the Grim Reaper's scythe closing in an inch.

The nine Japanese soldiers, regardless of their rank or military position, had no choice but to stand up and line up immediately in order not to anger the masked man and to save their lives.

When Zhang Yunhe counted to 9, the 9 Japanese soldiers finally lined up in a row.

"Very good, it seems you are all pragmatic people. I am very pleased and pleased!"

Zhang Yunhe looked at the Japanese soldiers and let out a cruel and eerie laugh: "In this game, is there anyone willing to step forward and cooperate?"

None of the nine Japanese soldiers spoke up, nor did any of them step forward.

After waiting a few seconds and seeing that no one stepped forward or spoke, Zhang Yunhe said, "Alright, since no one is willing to step forward and cooperate, let's begin. Do you see the empty wine bottles on the ground in front of you?"

"Now sit in a circle on the ground, with the empty bottle in the middle. If you don't want to die, hurry up!"

Under Zhang Yunhe's threat, the nine Japanese soldiers had no choice but to sit in a circle on the ground as he demanded, with an overturned empty wine bottle in the middle of them.

"This game is called the Survival Game. You spin a bottle, and whoever it points to when it stops dies. This continues until only one person is left, meaning only one of you can survive!"

"Who will be the first to spin the bottle? Will you decide by rock-paper-scissors, or will I choose? You have ten seconds to decide. If there's no result in ten seconds, then I'll choose. Start the timer: 1..."

When Zhang Yunhe counted to five, the Japanese soldiers began to stir. They couldn't wait any longer. As the commander, Sawada, with the highest rank, naturally reached for the bottle: "I'll go first."

"No, that's not fair!" A Japanese officer with the rank of colonel immediately raised his hand to stop him.

Zhang Yunhe, seemingly enjoying the spectacle, didn't stop it, but his countdown continued: "7".

“I have the highest rank, I am the commander, so of course I should be the first to turn the bottle,” Sawada immediately put on his official airs.

The Japanese colonel immediately retorted: "This is a matter of life and death. You were the commander before, but you are not now, at least I don't acknowledge that!"

“I remember we should play rock-paper-scissors, that’s the only fair way! Time’s almost up, let’s play rock-paper-scissors, whoever goes first is all about luck,” a major said immediately.

"You bastards! Do you want to rebel? How dare you all disobey my orders!" Sawada roared in anger.

“10. Alright, time’s up. You haven’t made a choice yet, so I’ll make the choice for you. So… the person with the lowest rank will spin the bottle first!” Zhang Yunhe said.

Among these nine Japanese soldiers were two privates, one a private first class and the other a private second class.

After Zhang Yunhe finished speaking, Sawada and the other Japanese soldiers couldn't help but look at the lowest-ranking private.

This private must have just enlisted. Not only is he the lowest-ranking officer, but he is also the youngest, looking only fifteen or sixteen years old. He is also the thinnest, even though the oldest officer, Sawada, looks stronger than him.

The Japanese private's face turned pale, and he hesitated to reach out and turn the bottle.

Zhang Yunhe raised his gun and said, "Private, spin the bottle. I'll count to three. If you don't spin it, I'll shoot you in the head first. 1-2..."

The Japanese private couldn't hold on any longer. He stretched out his trembling hand, grabbed the empty bottle, gritted his teeth, and spun it hard. The empty bottle instantly began to spin rapidly in place.

The nine Japanese soldiers stared wide-eyed at the spinning bottle, silently praying to the gods that when it stopped, the bottle's mouth wouldn't point at them.

With each rotation of the bottle, the Japanese soldiers felt their hearts clench. As the bottle's rotation slowed, their anxiety grew. When the bottle's rotation became very slow, their hearts felt like they were about to jump out of their chests.

"Spin, spin some more, don't stop!" a Japanese captain shouted, because the bottle's neck had already been turned towards him, and the rotation was very slow, it could stop at any moment.

When the bottle neck was turned around, the Japanese captain finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that his whole body was drenched in sweat from tension.

The entire room erupted in shouts from all the cabinets; some hoped the bottle would spin for a few more seconds, while others wished it would stop immediately.

The bottle finally stopped spinning, and the mouth of the bottle was pointed at Major Aoi.

Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief, gasping for air, while Major Aoi's face was ashen, as if his spine had been removed.

With a "bang," Zhang Yunhe fired his gun without hesitation.

Before the other eight Japanese soldiers could react, Aoi's head was smashed like a watermelon, with red and white splattering out, and his body slowly collapsed to the ground.

"The two closest men have dragged the body to the wall. Please move closer and sit down; let's shrink the circle!"

The two Japanese soldiers on either side of the corpse trembled as they got up and dragged the body toward the wall. Long trails of blood and brain matter were left on the ground. This sight caused the youngest private, who had never experienced war before, to turn away and vomit uncontrollably.

"Then let's continue. Now it's the second lowest-ranking officer's turn to spin the bottle!" After waiting for three minutes, Zhang Yunhe's voice came out like a haunting whisper, making the remaining eight Japanese soldiers tremble.

A Japanese private first class stretched out a trembling hand and spun the bottle in full view of everyone. The hearts of the Japanese soldiers were raised again, and their eyes were wide open, staring intently at the ever-spinning bottle.

As the bottle spun, the eight Japanese soldiers shouted frantically, some yelling for it to stop, others for it to spin faster.

Human nature is fully revealed in the face of life and death. In order to survive, social status, wealth, and poverty all become irrelevant.

The bottle finally stopped again, this time pointing at Colonel Ikeda, the Japanese soldier. Everyone else breathed a long sigh of relief, sweating profusely.

Colonel Ikeda was trembling uncontrollably. Suddenly, he did something that surprised everyone: he grabbed an empty wine bottle, got up, and rushed towards Zhang Yunhe while yelling.

Zhang Yunhe calmly pulled the trigger: "Bang—"

Colonel Ikeda's body jerked suddenly, a bloody hole appeared on his forehead, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

Ignoring the horror of the remaining seven Japanese soldiers, Zhang Yunhe said expressionlessly, "This incident makes me very angry and regretful. I have decided to change the rules!"

"I will no longer participate in the executions; I will only serve as a supervisor. You will carry out the executions yourselves!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled the dagger strapped to the outside of his right calf and threw it among the Japanese soldiers, saying, "The next round, after the results are in, the person who spins the bottle will carry out the execution. If the condemned person kills the executioner, they can live and continue to participate in the next round!"