Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

​ Mr. Cuervo's voice was easily picked up by his mic and was successfully delivered through the speakers, but everyone else was still speechless from the stunt he just pulled. If any of those three trigger pulls made the hammer make contact with the primer of the bullet he loaded into that revolver, we wouldn't have to worry about him turning if got infected or not.

Parts of his brain would've sprayed onto the table, the stage, and to the beauty standing on his left, and there would be utter chaos in Cuervo Heights because there would be no one to take his place if he clocked out.

He'd be leaving behind his beautiful wife and his two charming kids but I doubt they'd last long without Mr. Cuervo holding the reins. It was because it felt like they wanted nothing to do with this event or Mr. Cuervo purposefully made them stay inside their rooms when the games were being held—though we saw them after everything was over last time.

In any case, since Mr. Cuervo was still alive and kicking, the show went on as one after the other, cheers and laughter erupted from the viewing platforms.

"HAH! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU'RE DOING THAT SHIT AT YOUR AGE?!"

"I'VE NEVER CLENCHED MY ASS THIS HARD, FOO!"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, I JUST SIGNED WITH THE CUERVO FAMILY!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!!! THIS PLACE IS INSANE!"

"IS THIS THE NEXT GAME?! IS IT?!"

"OH, HELL NO! I'M NOT JOINING THAT SHIT!!!"

"NO BALLS!"

"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!"

The lively atmosphere was back in an instant but it quickly died down when Mr. Cuervo's security detail came, herding a bunch of people that were chained on their feet, hands, and their necks.

The clinking of their chains could be heard with each unsynchronized step and aside from them looking like they were fed scraps for days, their bodies were bruised and bloodied, almost as if they were treated as punching bags.

Almost all of them had lifeless eyes except for two-to-three people that had more injuries than everyone present, and it looked like they would pounce on Mr. Cuervo if given the chance. However, one prisoner that was well built but had a burned back dragged the four other 'prisoners' in their chain link before we heard the oh, so familiar sound.

*CLICK* *CLICK* *BOOM*

The guy had only advanced for a few steps before a gaping hole appeared on his forehead and continued straight to the back of his head.

A pool of blood started to make an outline of his body as he fell face first, but bits and pieces of his skull and gray matter showered the pale lady behind him. At this point, the lady just started to piss on herself while the other two behind her were trying to crawl back but ultimately failed to do so.

However, after all the commotion, Mr. Cuervo just turned to the table before picking up another bullet and loading it into his revolver. And as soon as he did, he spun the wheel once more but this time, he gave some sort of signal to one of his security detail before holding the revolver the opposite way.

Everyone was just watching how the scene would unfold but what happened next was that the security detail that Mr. Cuervo turned to pull out a set of keys from his pocket before he walked toward the pale lady and released her.

'Hmm…'

The lady didn't know what was about to happen when she was still in chains and she was still bathing in the pool of urine she made herself once she was let go.

However, it didn't take long before the person that freed her grabbed her by the hair and dragged her on top of the stage. She started to scream and ask for help from anyone she laid her eyes on but all her pleas were just landing on deaf ears.

I never felt so confused as to why the next event was just a straight-up execution, but it all made sense when Mr. Cuervo opened his mouth.

[I'm pretty sure that almost all of you are fucking confused right now but I'm here to assure you that this is part of the program. You see, I hate doing this type of shit because it's bad for business, but there's so much a man could take… If you know who I am, you should know that I let a lot~ of things slide if you're under me.]

[Did you eat, drink, or fuck too much? Big deal, there's a lot more where that came from. Did you total your ride, came too fast, or accidentally shot your mother? We could fix that! But going back on your word and making me lose face? Ooh~ Little darling, a man can have all the riches and women he could think of but he's still worth as much as his word and his reputation.]

At this moment, Mr. Cuervo crouched down to look the lady in the eye before he pushed the revolver into her hands. The lady never looked so confused but Mr. Cuervo smiled at her before standing up and looking into the cameras.

[However, since this is a special day… I decided to make it a little~ interesting. Based on what you fucking did, I'll give you a number and that would be the amount of times you'd pull the trigger while that gun is pointed at your head. If you do as I said and you live, congrats! You're free to go and return to your job with a clean slate, but if you point that gun aside from yourself or wait for more than 10 seconds before doing anything, I'll kill you where you stand.]

Mr. Cuervo was emitting a lot of killing intent in the final part of his speech but it quickly dissipated once each of the head's faces was on the big screen.

[Don't worry, I didn't forget all of you. To make a killing off of this event, simply place your bets on the escort that will approach you at any moment, and they'll have the list of the odds for each category. Will the prisoner die from the first shot? The second? The third? Will they puss out? Survive? Or get gunned down in an unbelievable fashion? And if you're not a part of any family yet, the betting spots for you fools are by the stairs. Do we wanna get started or what?]

At this point, it didn't take long before people crowded the betting tables that were erected after the last game concluded, but it seemed like the escort assigned to me was the same bunny girl from the earlier games.

She approached me with a tremble in her step but the twins couldn't hide their amusement when she almost tripped on herself the moment she handed me the list. However, I was still looking at the list she gave me when Mr. Cuervo's voice resounded once again.

[Alright, I keep getting a lot of questions so here's the gist: Her name's Angela Marcelo. You know her by the name of "Angel" and she worked at the Pink House for a day before she bit her customer's dick off—]

The moment Mr. Cuervo said that, the crowd just erupted in laughter and it took a bit of time to calm them down.

[What you don't know is that when she came to me and asked for work, she was the one who chose sex work in exchange for sending food to her camp every week. But now, since she did what she did, I'm now being labeled a trafficker and I need to find a replacement for that customer's cock. Tell me, where could I buy a fucking cock right now?! Huh?! Shit! It's funny as hell but I'm the one being held responsible for her actions. So, since you didn't actually chomp it off but still left deep bite marks that would probably heal in a month or two, why don't we start off with just one trigger pull?]

The crowd was just loving what was revealed to them but it got pretty quiet when the sentence was given. There was a one-in-six chance that she'd blow her brains out but it wasn't as simple as that.

Just a few moments earlier, she witnessed the death of the person chained in front of her after six trigger pulls, and not only was she unresponsive to everything that was happening right now, but also the ten-second limit was about to pass. If she doesn't do anything within the time limit, it would be no different than playing Russian Roulette with a pistol using a mag or using a one-shot derringer.

However, everyone could see the visible frown on Mr. Cuervo's face but it was happening at the same time Quinn was leaning over my assigned escort. I didn't know what she was doing at first but I noticed that she was holding onto the bunny girl's earpiece.

Quinn said loud enough for everyone close to hear, "Didn't you hear me? I said I like her. I'll buy her for a gold coin."

At this moment, Mr. Cuervo and Quinn were having a conversation— err, an argument but it wasn't being broadcasted on the speakers. I could partly hear what they were saying since my escort was right next to me and Quinn was as loud as she could ever be. However, as the two were talking back and forth, I saw the lady press the gun on her temple before pulling the trigger.

*CLICK* *CLICK* *CLICK* *CLICK* *BOOM*

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