The bald man was sitting in the corner with four gold coins and was a little annoyed. The black man had his arms crossed and looked angry. The Indian young woman was sitting far away from the pink-faced man and the handcuffed boy with three gold coins. She was a little annoyed.

Looking dazed.

The girl with smoky makeup sits in a relatively remote position and cannot see her face.

The mixed-race girl was leaning against the window. From the side view, she was very relaxed now and was still talking and laughing with the black young man.

As for the last winner, the middle-aged Caucasian man, he sat in the front with his back to everyone, and his face could not be seen, but judging from the way he sat upright, he seemed to have a serious feeling of shouldering a heavy responsibility.

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"Did you just say that in this game, everyone is trying to maximize their own interests, so after these nine people are divided into three tables, they will definitely not be the same three tables."

"What do you mean?" This time it was Lao Peng's turn that he didn't quite understand.

Jing Quan explained: "I mean, the three tables are like three people. Although the final round has not started yet, the people at the three tables are already preparing for the final round. This is what I mean."

When Lao Peng heard this, he was immediately enlightened.

That's right! Winning at this time is just a chance to participate in the final round. The real competition is between the three tables.

Imagine that if every table selects a winner according to the same method, then it seems that these three people are balanced, but it is also the most unfavorable for one person to win in the final game, because the prerequisite for winning is advantage!

At the table with the girl with smoky makeup, she was able to win because she was better at playing than the other two.

The handcuffed boy's victory was a matter of trickery and luck, and it was obviously impossible to use the same method in the final game.

The reason why the people at the last table have been waiting is because the three of them all know that in order to maximize their profits, they must choose the person among the three of them who has the best chance of winning the other two tables. In this way, among the three of them,

Under the constraints of the "agreement" reached in silence, those selected to fight can bring some benefits to others.

This is a risky investment, and it is an investment without loss.

Even if the white middle-aged man wins in the end but does not share any benefits with the other two people, the two people who gave up voluntarily will not suffer any losses, and they will not suffer any casualties due to internal fighting in this game.

Looking at it this way, the overall view of the people at the last table is obviously better than that of the people at the other two tables.

After Lao Peng figured it out, he couldn't help but sigh: "The human heart is so respectable and formidable..."

Hearing this, Jing Quan chuckled and said, "Yes, but no matter who wins or loses, it doesn't matter to us, we are just spectators."

Lao Peng didn't answer. In his opinion, he was more than just an audience.

He has not forgotten the purpose of his trip to the United States, but a series of changes have made him, like Guan Dehou, begin to doubt everything around him, including his brothers who have been through life and death.

Especially the little brother next to him who usually looks very upright and doesn't talk much when he's serious.

All Jing Quan's behavior today was a little abnormal. Although Lao Peng didn't point it out, he was already careful in his heart. Not only did he keep a certain distance from Jing Quan, but he also quietly put it in his mind just now while Jing Quan was observing and recording.

The "mysterious cube" moved closer to him.

Although he was very reluctant to doubt his brother, his years of experience did not allow him to relax his vigilance.

So now he can't help but think to himself: 'Brother De, Brother De...where have you been...if you don't come back...I'm afraid something big will happen...'

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"Haha... That's interesting. I didn't expect all nine people to be alive." The observer smiled, and then looked at the time. It was already 3:13 in the morning, and sunrise would be in less than three hours.

With this in mind, the observer asked: "How are the operations of each group carried out?"

The staff in the command room immediately called up a set of pictures.

On the big screen, in more than 40 shots, some people are still on the road, some are on boats, some are in the cabin, and some are on the train; some people have already started taking action, but have not yet made contact with the target; and

Some people are having fierce exchanges with unidentified people. Some are in alleys, some are on the beach, and some are in underground culverts. So far, only five groups of people have shown successful operations. Among them, some

Two groups had just finished arresting people, one group had already cleaned up the battlefield, and the other two groups were rescuing the wounded. Most of the injured were wearing civilian clothes and looked like they were not going to survive.

After scanning these pictures, the observer said: "Let all teams speed up the progress, and at the same time send more personnel to implement the saturation plan. We must ensure that the operation is completely clean!"

"yes!"

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The room was dimly lit.

Mr. Z behind the desk was flipping through an ancient book without a name. Most of the text in the book was mottled and it was difficult to read clearly even under the light.

But Mr. Z was so absorbed that he didn't hear Bob knocking on the door.

It wasn't until Bob pushed the door open that Mr. Z came back to his senses. He put down the book and asked with a smile: "Huh? It's over so soon?"

"Yes sir, all nine players are alive, and three winners have been selected, ready for the final round."

Mr. Z was a little surprised when he heard this, but he was more happy. He stood up unsteadily on crutches and said: "Okay! Very good! I thought they would fight fiercely, but I didn't expect... Haha...

Very good! Then set the table and let’s begin the final round.”

Saying this, Mr. Z walked out of the study room.

Bob went into the house and took another box.

When I followed Mr. Z to the second floor, a larger table had been set up, but it was not the small round table in the bar before, but a square card table.

After the three winners sat down, the other six people also realized that there was an "unexpected" participant in the final game.

That is……

Mr. Z himself.

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"Hey, this Mr. Z is planning to end it himself." Jing Quan was quite surprised when he saw Mr. Z sit down.

Lao Peng frowned and said: "Games are divided into three-player games and four-player games. Compared with three-player games, four-player games have more variables and more sinister gameplay. I guess this gold coin will most likely no longer be used."

It’s ten.”

Jing Quan was happy: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's getting more and more interesting! Hey, Lao Peng, let's play this game after we return to China after this operation!"

Lao Peng was startled: "What? Are you crazy, or am I blind?"

Jing Quan laughed: "You misunderstood, I'm not crazy, I mean, we can change the rules, don't be so bloody, just bet on a pot of wine! Do you think it's okay?"

Lao Peng rolled his eyes when he heard this and said, "If you want to drink, just say so!"
Chapter completed!