Chapter 1747

"Crack..." There was a soft sound. No bullets were 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.

Seeing Yang Ming's relaxed expression, Klass was a little speechless, and even thought, is this guy really not afraid of death? Do you not cherish life so much? I even said boldly to others that I like taking risks. Now it seems that who likes to take risks!

Klass frowned. There hasn't been any text messages on the phone yet, these men. I really can't ask for it. What happened, there is no news from the two teams. This is too unreliable, right?

Seeing Yang Ming looking at him aggressively. Klass can't help it. He could only smile forcefully, picked up the pistol, and aimed it at his temple, but when he met it, he missed the muzzle slightly. Go on like this. Shouldn't he die?

At least. I finished it myself. It should be able to be rescued after being sent to the hospital, right? Klaas thought of this. With a little comfort in my heart, I breathed a sigh of relief, then gritted my teeth and pulled the trigger on the pistol.

"Crack.

There was another soft sound. The bullet still didn't come out.

Clarke breathed a sigh of relief. It was as if he had collapsed all over. His whole body was drenched with sweat. It's like having just been in a sauna.

"It's your turn." Klaas heaved a sigh of relief, and then pushed the pistol to Yang Ming.

It's been two rounds now. Four rounds left, one of which was loaded. So Yang Ming has a 25% chance of being shot and killed. This opportunity is great!

Klaas prayed in his heart, it would be best for Yang Ming to die. Then everything will be fine.

"Oh. Good." Yang Ming's expression was beyond Klass' expectations. Yang Ming still didn't seem to take it seriously and took the pistol! Klass was shocked and wanted to talk about the first shot before. The probability is less, it's normal for Yang Ming to act indifferent. But this second shot, why is it like this?

It was as if he wasn't at all worried that the shot would kill him. Could it be that this kid is a stubborn stubble? It's not like that either!

Yang Ming's next move was as calm as ever, he picked up the pistol and pointed it at Huai's temple. Pulled the trigger.

"What" ",

There was another hiss, but the bullet still didn't come out.

"It's your turn again. Mr. Klass." Yang Ming pushed the pistol to Klass: "It seems that my luck is not bad...

Klaas cursed inwardly. This Yang Ming is really lucky, three shots have not fired yet, if he fires the fourth shot "... then the probability becomes one-third, it seems that I am in danger.

But. the current situation. Nor can he choose. He regretted asking Yang Ming to gamble. If he had known this, it would be better not to blame him, and just wait for Yang Ming to come, and let his two team's subordinates rush in and kill Yang Ming.

but. My two unreliable team members, let them do things, it seems that I really don't know what the result will be!

"It's me again. Hehe..." Klass laughed dryly, picked up the pistol and looked at Yang Ming. Klass took a deep breath and pointed the gun to his temple.

This time, just like last time, the muzzle was slightly off, in his opinion. As long as I don't die. I admit it after suffering a little bit.

"Crack..." Klass pulled the trigger. There was a soft sound. Klass didn't feel any pain, and was empty gun again.

Ha ha ha ha! Klass finished the shot. I really want to laugh out loud, I am so lucky! Another escaped disaster. There are only two shots left, one of which is a bullet. It seems that Yang Ming will hardly 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 must be careful.

"Really? Don't you still have two shots? If I don't die, you die. What are you so happy about?" Yang Ming cast a glance at Klaas and said sarcastically.

"Well:.

Klass froze for a moment, but what Yang Ming said was right after thinking about it. If he doesn't die, then he is dead, and he really has no reason to be excited. It's just that Yang Ming's gun should have a higher chance of dying, right?

"Mr. Yang was joking. How am I happy? I'm just excited. I've said it before. I'm an adventurous person. There's a 50% chance left, so I'm in a bang Pai!" Klass explained with a forced smile.

"Oh, then you can continue to be excited, if I don't die. You can die of excitement."

Yang Ming said lightly.

"..." Klass really didn't understand why Yang Ming had such great courage. There were only two shots left, and he still didn't rush, which is really strange.

Yang Ming also ignored Klaas. Picked up the pistol. He pulled the trigger without hesitation on who's own temple.

"Why..." There was still a soft sound. No bullets came out. It seems. Another empty shot.

Klass originally hoped that Yang Ming's shot would burp. But the result was very disappointing, Yang Ming was fine at all. Doesn't that mean. Was the last shot loaded? Isn't it my turn?

Think here. Craston felt a burst of fear. It was a gamble before, and he had a chance to live, but now he is sure to die! If you shoot yourself down, even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured.

Klaas's cold sweat immediately fell down. He didn't expect such a result in the end. Isn't Yang Ming too lucky? This is not dead. Instead, it was his turn.

"Mr. Klass, should I shoot this last shot for you? Or do you solve it yourself?" Yang Ming looked at Klass with a half-smile: "It seems that your luck is very bad." , "This... I'll do it myself..." Klass's face was pale, and he didn't know what to think.

"Okay, then do it yourself." Yang Ming pushed the pistol to Klass: "You're about to be stimulated to death...

Klass was speechless for a while, Yang Ming was right. Immediately stimulated to death. But he is not reconciled, why, why! He's not stupid either. He knew that the last shot would definitely kill him. Klaas hesitated.

He can't shoot, absolutely can't, his subordinates don't know what to do, and there is no news yet. Otherwise, it would be a good time to rush in and solve the problem.

Klaas hesitated. There is already a plan in mind. He slowly raised the pistol and pointed at his head. Suddenly, with a jerk of his hand, the gun pointed at Yang Ming. Pulled the trigger with the speed between fire and light stones!

"Click..." The gun rang. But there was a light sound, and no bullet was fired.

but. Klass didn't notice this detail, and he subconsciously thought that the bullet had already been fired. Her eyes stared straight at Yang Ming. Waiting for him to fall in a pool of blood.

However, Klass was disappointed. Yang Ming did not fall into a pool of blood. It didn't even seem to be hurt at all, and he still sat there leisurely. He looked at himself with a very contemptuous look.

Only then did Klass realize that there seemed to be no bullets in the pistol. He was in a hurry. How is this possible? Is it stuck? He continued to pull the trigger. "Yeah, oh, oh, oh!" There were a few more soft sounds. Still no bullets fired.

But at this time, Yang Ming moved, and saw his hand slightly raised. A bullet was fired rapidly from Yang Ming's finger, directly hitting Klaas's forehead. Claston opened his eyes wide and let out a muffled snort. He fell down, still holding the revolver in his right hand. Maintain a shooting stance.

"I knew you would not abide by the rules of the game." Yang Ming sneered. Said: "There is no bullet in the gun at all, the bullet is in my hand."

It was also because Yang Ming knew that there were no bullets in the gun. That's why when Klass shot at him, he didn't dodge anything. Otherwise, with Yang Ming's speed, he could have completely avoided Klass's opening.

"Grab him, don't let him get away!" Smith said. and his men. And Klass's subordinates were a little dumbfounded by this sudden change at the moment.

But it was Smith who reacted first. The opponent ordered loudly.

pity. His order had just been exported. The door of the box was kicked open, and Jin Niu led the people to rush in directly. In an instant, everyone in the box was under control except Yang Ming, Zhang Bing and Zhang Jiefang.