Chapter 1689

Betrayal?

Hearing Berkeley's words, Bourne raised his mouth and put a faint smile on his face: "boss, oh no, I should call you Mr. Berkeley now."

"Mr. Berkeley, you are serious. I am not your servant from the beginning to the end. Where can I begin to betray you?"

Yes, he wasn't under Berkeley from the beginning. Everything was just Berkeley's wishful thinking.

So now the betrayal is out of the question.

"You..."

Hearing this, Berkeley's face became more and more gloomy, and his anger rose a lot.

From the beginning, he was not under his own control. This sentence was like a prick in the heart. The intense pain constantly stimulated his nerves and made him feel speechless.

"Who the hell are you?" Holding his chest, Berkeley asked hoarsely, "who made you come?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Berkeley. You'll see my real boss later..." Bourne smiles and nods to Klaus, who clasps Berkeley's shoulder.

"Want to catch me? Dream Seeing Claus's action, Berkeley was not surprised but pleased. He sneered, his right foot went forward a wrong step, his head was slightly lower, and Klaus's claws flashed past Berkeley's coat.

Dodged?

Both Bourne and Claus were surprised to see Berkeley's action.

They never thought Berkeley would dodge the attack.

But a moment later, Bourne's face once again showed a smile: "I didn't expect that Mr. Berkeley was still a practitioner..."

"Ha ha, today I will make you two traitors pay the price!" As Berkeley spoke, he clenched his hands in a free fight.

Pay the price?

Bourne's mouth slightly raised, but with a light smile on his face: "Mr. Berkeley, what do you think this is?"

What, what?

Berkeley sneered and looked at it.

The next moment, Berkeley is like a puppet, numb to stay in place.

In front of him appeared a desert eagle with silver light.

The black muzzle of the gun pointed straight at his head.

"Gulu..."

Berkeley swallowed carefully.

He had no doubt about the reality of the sand hawk in front of him, for he could smell the "gunpowder" from the barrel of the gun.

There is no doubt that this is a real gun.

A world-class gun, desert eagle.

"I bet you don't have a bullet in your gun..." Said Berkeley, gritting his teeth.

No bullets? Emmmmm, is that funny?

Bourne didn't know why Berkeley said that, and he almost burst out laughing.

"I didn't expect Mr. Berkeley to have a sense of humor..."

"If you think there is no bullet in the gun, try it, but the price is your life..." Said Bourne, smiling.

"Gulu..." Berkeley swallowed again.

If you change the bet to anything else, he can bet, but if it's life, it's a hammer!

He didn't want to give his life away in vain!

But Berkeley was a little reluctant to be captured.

You can't go to jail! You can't go to jail!

Berkeley's mind was full of twists and turns, and one idea after another flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, his eyes burst out a wisp of essence, he thought of the way to break the game