"Ka …" There was a soft sound. No bullet was fired.
"It seems that my luck is not bad. It's your turn." Yang Ming pushed the pistol over and placed it in front of Klass.
Looking at Yang Ming's relaxed expression, Klass was a little speechless. He even thought, Is this guy really not afraid of death? Does he not cherish life? I even boldly told him that I like to take risks. Now it seems that I am the one who likes to take risks!
Klass frowned. There was no reply to any text messages on his phone. I really don't want these subordinates anymore. What's going on? There is no news from the two teams. Isn't this too unreliable?
Looking at Yang Ming looking at him aggressively, Klass had no choice but to pick up the pistol with a forced smile and aim it at his temple. However, he slightly tilted the muzzle when facing Yang Ming. I won't die if I continue to shoot like this, right?
At least, I should be able to be saved if I am sent to the hospital. Thinking of this, Klass felt a little comforted in his heart. He breathed a sigh of relief, then clenched his teeth and pulled the trigger on the pistol.
"Ka …" There was another soft sound, but the bullet was still not fired.
Klass suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. His whole body was drenched in sweat as if he had just been in a sauna.
"It's your turn." Klass let out a sigh of relief and then pushed the pistol to Yang Ming.
Now that two shots had been fired, there were four shots left. One of them had a bullet, so Yang Ming had a twenty-five percent chance of being shot and killed. This was a very high chance!
Klass prayed in his heart. It would be best if Yang Ming died. Then, everything would be fine.
"Oh, okay." Yang Ming's expression was beyond Klass's expectations. Yang Ming still seemed to take the pistol indifferently! Klass was shocked. It was normal for Yang Ming to be indifferent about the first shot. But why was the second shot the same?
It was as if he wasn't worried that this shot would kill him. Is this kid trying to look tough? It doesn't seem like it!
Yang Ming's next move was still as calm as ever. He picked up the pistol, aimed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger.
"Ka …" There was another soft sound, but the bullet was still not fired.
"It's your turn again, Mr. Klass." Yang Ming pushed the pistol to Klass, "It seems that my luck is not bad."
Klass cursed in his heart. This Yang Ming is really lucky. He is still alive after three shots? If I fire the fourth shot … then the probability is one-third.......
............ But........................................................
However, he really didn't know what would happen if he let those two unreliable subordinates of his do the work.
"It's my turn again, hehe …" Klass laughed dryly and picked up the pistol. Looking at Yang Ming, Klass took a deep breath and aimed the muzzle at his temple.
This time, like the last time, the muzzle was a little off. In his opinion, as long as he didn't die, he would accept the pain.
"Ka …" Klass pulled the trigger. There was a soft sound. Klass didn't feel any pain. It was an empty shot again.
Hahahaha! After Klass fired this shot, he really wanted to laugh heartily. I'm really lucky! After dodging another bullet, there are only two shots left. One of them is a bullet. It seems that Yang Ming won't be able to escape this time!
"Mr. Yang, this time, it's your turn," Klass returned the pistol to Yang Ming, "It's the last two shots. Mr. Yang, you have to be careful."
"Really? Aren't there two more shots? If I don't die, you will die. Why are you so happy? "Yang Ming glanced at Klass and said sarcastically.
"Ugh …" Klass was stunned for a moment, but he thought that what Yang Ming said was right. If Yang Ming didn't die, then Klass would be the one to die. He really had no reason to be excited, but since Yang Ming shot first, he should have a higher chance of dying, right?
"Mr. Yang, you must be joking. How am I happy? I'm just excited. As I said before, I'm a person who likes to take risks. There's only a fifty percent chance left, so I'm very excited! "Klass explained with a forced smile.
"Oh, then continue to be excited. If I don't die, you can be excited to death," said Yang Ming lightly.
Klass really couldn't figure out where Yang Ming got his courage from. There were only two shots left, but he was still calm. It was really strange.
Yang Ming ignored Klass. He picked up the pistol, aimed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Ka …" There was still a soft sound, but no bullet was fired. It seemed that it was another empty shot.
Klass was originally hoping that Yang Ming would die with this shot, but the result was very disappointing. Nothing happened to Yang Ming at all. Doesn't that mean that the last shot is loaded? Isn't it my turn?
Thinking of this, Klass suddenly felt a burst of fear. If it was a gamble before, there was still a chance to live. But now, there is no doubt that I will die! Even if I don't die from this shot, I will be seriously injured.
Klass's cold sweat suddenly fell. I didn't expect such a result in the end. Isn't this Yang Ming too lucky? He didn't die, and now it's my turn.
"Mr. Klass, do you want me to shoot the last shot for you? Or do you want to do it yourself? "Yang Ming looked at Klass with a smile," It seems that your luck is very bad. "
"This … I'll do it myself …" Klass's face was pale. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Okay, then you do it yourself." Yang Ming pushed the pistol to Klass, "You are about to die from the stimulation."
Klass was speechless for a while. Yang Ming is right. I am about to die from the stimulation. But he was not reconciled. Why? Why? He was not stupid. He knew that he would definitely die with the last shot. Klass hesitated.
He couldn't shoot, absolutely not. He didn't know what his men were doing. There was still no news from them. It was just right to rush in and solve the problem.
Klass hesitated, but he already had a plan in his heart. He slowly raised the pistol and then aimed it at his head. Suddenly, his hand moved violently, but the muzzle was aimed at Yang Ming. He pulled the trigger at the speed of light!
"Click …" The gun sounded, but it was a soft sound. No bullet was fired.
However, Klass did not notice this detail. He subconsciously thought that the bullet had been fired. His eyes stared straight at Yang Ming, waiting for him to fall into a pool of blood.
However, Klass was disappointed. Yang Ming did not fall into a pool of blood. He didn't even seem to be injured at all. He still sat there calmly, looking at Klass with a contemptuous look.
Only then did Klass realize that there was no bullet in the pistol. He was a little anxious. How is this possible? Is it a jam? He continued to pull the trigger. "Click – click – click …" There were a few soft sounds again, but still no bullet was fired.
At this time, Yang Ming moved. He raised his hand gently and a bullet shot out from Yang Ming's fingers, hitting Klass directly between his eyebrows. Klass suddenly opened his eyes wide, groaned, and fell down. He was still holding the revolver in his right hand, maintaining the shooting posture.
"I knew you wouldn't abide by the rules of the game." Yang Ming sneered and said, "There is no bullet in the gun at all. The bullet is in my hand."
It was precisely because Yang Ming knew that there was no bullet in the gun that he did not dodge when Klass shot at him. Otherwise, with Yang Ming's speed, he could have avoided Klass's muzzle.
"Catch him. Don't let him run away!" Smith, his men, and Klass's men were a little dumbfounded by this sudden change at this moment.
However, Smith was the first to react as he loudly ordered his subordinates.
Unfortunately, as soon as he gave the order, the door of the private room was kicked open. Golden Bull rushed in with his men and instantly controlled everyone in the private room except for Yang Ming, Zhang Bin, and Zhang Jiefang.
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