Chapter 1209

Ah

There was a sharp pain in the fingers and a click.

"Or what about you?"

Grasping the thin man's finger, Lin Fan suddenly pulled down: "I'll listen to it and see if it works."

"Pain Pain Let me go... "

The click of his fingers was very clear, and his heart, which had just stabilized, began to shake again.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the left finger was broken, and then the wrist was broken.

Painful legs kneel on the ground, tears clattered: "you cattle force, you Chinese people cow force."

"Boss, be careful."

Ou Dawei, who has four legs, came over and said in a low voice, "they have gambling chips. I think it's really about Tony."

"Casino chips?"

Seeing the chips in Ou Dawei's hand, Lin Fan looked curiously at the weak man: "are you a gambler?"

"Little bet, little bet."

Lin Fan's tone frightened the weak man and quickly made up his smile: "we have a casino in charming town. If you want to play, you can go and make you rich overnight."

"What do you mean, you've become rich overnight?"

Loosen the weak man's wrist, Lin Fan joked: "but you don't look like ah, all blackmail money."

"Like, like your ball."

Finally free, the weak man's left right hand suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist.

Aiming at Lin Fan's forehead, his face grimly climbed up from the ground: "disobedient, right? I shot you, dare to break my fingers."

"I hate being pointed at me. You'd better shoot in two seconds."

Coldly looking at the weak man, Lin Fan sneered: "two seconds can't fire, you will be very painful."

As if to hear the funniest joke, the weak man laughed: "death is imminent, still pretend, OK, I shot you."

Although he held an air gun in his hand, he still killed people at such a close distance.

"Don't shoot. You have something to say."

Seeing the weak man take out the gun, Ou Dawei quickly called out: "if you shoot, my knife will also cut you down."

"Well, if you have the ability, you can chop it."

Looking at the machete in Ou Dawei's hand, the weak man sneered: "I'd like to see if it's your knife or my gun."

"Dawei, this broken gun is too weak."

Walking forward two steps, Lin Fan's forehead against the muzzle of the gun: "don't hesitate, shoot, shoot me."

"You're challenging my endurance limit. I'll kill you."

Lin Fan's performance looked weak, the man a burst of anger, directly held the pistol, forced the top, and then pulled the trigger.

But also in this short two seconds time, Lin Fan's hand has touched the gun once.

"You've been shot dead. I'll see if you're still shooting."

The weak man pulled the trigger three or four times in a row, and his voice was vicious.

However, the imaginary gunshot did not go off, only the clatter.

An empty gun?

Leng Leng, weak man puzzled looking at the pistol, the next second chin fell to the ground.

There's no gun. It's just a shelf.

The bullets disappeared, and the rest of the trigger didn't respond.

"This, this..."

I can't imagine what happened just now. No, it's impossible to be exact.

The pistol was still there two seconds ago. How could it disappear after two seconds?

"Don't be surprised. I've given you two seconds."

The palm of the hand was released and bullets fell.

"How could it be?"

Amazingly, the weak man's brain was in chaos.

Two seconds. What can two seconds do?

It's not enough to yawn. How could he take his gun down?