blenderwars Chapter 92 Pocket Watch
Chapter 92 Pocket Watch
Click.
Empty sound.
Lin Yu slid the revolver across the table.
Su Yingxue stared at the cold weapon, her chest heaving violently.
Her pride prevented her from backing down, especially when faced with such an "insubordinate"!
She stared intently at Lin Yu, then grabbed the revolver and pressed it against her temple.
Her fingertips were icy cold, and she could hear her heart pounding like a drum.
Click, but it was just an empty sound.
She felt somewhat relieved, even a hint of disdain rising within her; it was just a game of luck...
It's not necessarily true that she'll be the one who dies.
The third shot, Lin Yu, missed.
Fourth shot, Su Yingxue, empty.
Fifth shot, Lin Yu, hit.
[Rollback]
...
First shot, Lin Yu, misses.
Second shot, Su Yingxue, miss.
...
Fourth shot, Su Yingxue, empty.
Fifth shot, Lin Yu, empty.
When the fifth empty bang ended and the revolver was pushed in front of Su Yingxue again, her face was ashen.
Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and his carefully styled hair clung to his cheeks.
Five shots went blank! The last one must be a live bullet!
"No...this can't be...Lin Yu, stop! I order you to stop!" Her voice was shrill with fear, a last-ditch effort to assert her authority:
"I'm the section chief! Kill me, and you're finished too!"
"There's no option to stop the game, Chief." Lin Yu stood up, walked to Su Yingxue's side, and picked up his revolver.
"Looks like I'm on the lucky side."
"No! Wait! I can give you everything! Resources! Authority! Cancel all missions! Be my protector!"
Su Yingxue completely broke down, tears streaming down her face. Her former arrogance and aloofness vanished, leaving only an extreme fear of death.
Lin Yu remained unmoved, grasped her trembling hand, and pressed the muzzle of the gun against her temple.
boom--!
The gunshot rang out muffledly.
Su Yingxue's body trembled, her pupils dilated, and red and white substances gushed from the blood hole on her forehead as she slowly slid to the ground.
The aura vanished.
The domain dissipated, but Lin Yu was still standing in the director's office, a wisp of smoke rising from the muzzle of his revolver.
Su Yingxue's body lay on the expensive carpet, and a silver pocket watch inlaid with a gray-blue gemstone, which had been extracted from her body, rolled to Lin Yu's feet.
【Hypnotic Pocket Watch (Series Five)】
Lin Yu picked up the pocket watch, sensed its information, and then raised the revolver, aiming it at his temple.
boom!
[Rollback]
Time rewinds, and Lin Yu stands once again in the director's office, facing Su Yingxue's cold and difficult demands.
"How about we play a more direct game?"
The roulette gambling industry is expanding.
Su Yingxue exclaimed in shock and anger, "Lin Yu! Are you crazy?!"
The betting game proceeds.
After the fifth shot went blank, Su Yingxue broke down and begged for mercy.
Lin Yu killed the enemy and obtained the pocket watch.
[Rollback]
......
again and again.
Lin Yu repeated this process, rewinding more than ten times. He not only became thoroughly familiar with Su Yingxue's various reactions under extreme fear, but also gained a complete understanding of the characteristics of the [Hypnotic Pocket Watch].
After sacrificing five pocket watches, Lin Yu's number of rewind attempts increased again.
[Remaining rollback attempts: 187]
[Remaining save attempts: 35]
That's enough. One last rollback.
Lin Yu once again stood in the roulette arena, pressing the revolver against Su Yingxue's temple, who was pale and on the verge of mental collapse.
She could smell the gunpowder smoke and feel the coldness of the metal. The shadow of death completely enveloped her, and her willpower was utterly shattered.
In that instant, the [Hypnotic Pocket Watch] quietly slid out from Lin Yu's left palm and opened with a "click" under the distorted light of the domain.
The gray-blue gemstone was aimed at Su Yingxue's unfocused and desperate pupils, creating ripples of mesmerizing depth.
The power of the pocket watch was amplified to its extreme at the moment when the other party lost their composure.
"Look at it, Director Su." Lin Yu's voice was low and calm, yet carried an undeniable penetrating power, blending seamlessly with the fluctuations of the pocket watch:
"Forget the fear, forget this game, and remember: you have always admired Lin Yu's abilities, and those missions were just necessary training."
You have just had a pleasant conversation about future work.
You recognize his potential and decide to give the Seventh Department more support and trust...
And you have a level of appreciation and...favorability towards him that goes beyond that of an ordinary subordinate.
Hypnotic ripples, accompanied by Lin Yu's powerful and tenacious mental strength, penetrated deep into Su Yingxue's unsuspecting consciousness.
Overwrite, modify, solidify.
After doing all this, Lin Yu engraved the temporary mark of the betting game on Su Yingxue's lower abdomen.
This time, the mark was specially modified by Lin Yu, except for the basic charm pattern shape.
Lin Yu carved a small "Lin Yu" character at the entrance of the elementary school, marking it as his personal mark.
The realm of roulette has quietly faded away, and the office is once again filled with the light and silence of reality.
Su Yingxue slumped into her large, comfortable leather office chair, her eyes somewhat unfocused, and fine beads of cold sweat appearing on her forehead.
Lin Yu stood in front of her, looking down at the section chief who had just been on the verge of collapse.
He reached out and gently brushed away the sweat-dampened strands of hair from her forehead with his fingertips.
Su Yingxue did not dodge, but her eyelashes trembled slightly, and Lin Yu's calm face was reflected in her pupils.
Her usually calm and sharp light gray eyes were now veiled with a layer of bewildered mist.
"The section chief is tired." Lin Yu smiled slightly. "He just needs a rest."
As he spoke, Lin Yu walked around behind her.
Su Yingxue, dressed in a well-tailored white silk shirt and a black pencil skirt, was facing away from him, completely unguarded.
Lin Yu's fingers touched the top button of her shirt, one, two... the movements were unhurried.
His cool fingertips occasionally brushed against the warm skin on the back of her neck, sending a slight shiver down her spine.
The shirt was pulled down to the shoulders and arms, revealing a large expanse of smooth back, with pale skin and beautifully defined shoulder blades.
Further down, there are faint marks left by the black skirt waistband and the edge of the close-fitting clothing.
"Ugh..." Su Yingxue's body trembled slightly, letting out a very soft groan.
Then Lin Yu put his hand on her shoulder and helped her turn around to face the large desk.
Some documents and her personal fountain pen were also spread out on the table.
"Director," Lin Yu's voice was close to her ear, his breath warm, "We still have some work to discuss."
Su Yingxue's eyes were hazy as she obediently followed his guidance, her upper body leaning slightly forward, her hands unconsciously resting on the table.
The lapels of the silk shirt were open, slipping off her shoulders.
Lin Yu didn't get close to her; instead, he sat back in the high-backed office chair that originally belonged to Su Yingxue.
The chair was large and made of soft leather. Lin Yu's gaze fell on the table.
There was a standard report document there that required the department head's review and signature.
Lin Yu casually picked up a stack of blank high-quality printing paper next to the document, which was used for drafting.
The paper is crisp and has a fine texture.
He pulled out a sheet of paper and held it between his hands.
Then I began to knead slowly and vigorously.
The paper groaned dully in his palm.
At first, it was a friction sound caused by the wrinkles, but as Lin Yu increased his force, it became twisted and squeezed.
Lin Yu rubbed very hard, his knuckles were clearly defined, and the veins on the back of his hand were slightly raised.
It's as if some invisible emotion or power is being poured into this fragile piece of paper.
Su Yingxue's arms, which were braced against the table, were tense. Her head was lowered, and her loose hair covered her face, but the tips of her ears, which were exposed, quickly turned crimson.
Her back was slightly hunched, as if she were bearing some kind of invisible pressure, and a very faint breath escaped from her throat.
"Oh...hhh...oh..."