v10 Chapter 1689： Last life

etray?

Hearing Berkeley’s words, Byrne raised the corner of his mouth and put on a faint smile on his face: "Boss, oh no, I should call you Mr. Berkeley now."

"Mr. Berkeley, you are serious. I am not yours from beginning to end. Where does this betrayal begin?"

Yes, he was not under Berkeley from the beginning, everything was just Berkeley's wishful thinking.

So now the betrayal is even more impossible to talk about.

"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 hands. This sentence was like a thorn in the heart, piercing his heart continuously, and the intense pain constantly stimulated his nerves, making him feel speechless.

"Who are you!" Berkeley asked in a hoarse voice, clutching his chest, "Who brought you here?"

"Mr. Berkeley, don't worry, you'll see my real boss later..." Byrne smiled slightly and nodded to Klaus, who clasped Berkeley's shoulder.

"Want to catch me? Dreaming!" Seeing Klaus's actions, Berkeley was not surprised and sneered. His right foot moved forward and his head was slightly lowered. Klaus's claws rubbed Berkeley's clothes. The corner flashed by.

Dodge?

Seeing Berkeley's actions, both Byrne and Klaus were shocked.

They never thought that Berkeley would avoid the attack.

But after a while, Byrne smiled again on his face: "Unexpectedly, Mr. Berkeley is still a practicing..."

"Hehe, today I will make you two traitors pay the price!" Berkeley clenched his fists with both hands as he spoke, putting on a free fight posture.

Pay the price?

The corners of Byrne's mouth raised slightly, but there was a slight smile on his face: "Mr. Berkeley, what do you think this is?"

what? What?

Berkeley sneered and looked intently.

At the next moment, Berkeley was like a puppet, and Mu stayed in place.

A desert eagle gleaming with silver light appeared before his eyes.

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

"Guru..."

Berkeley swallowed carefully.

He had no doubt about the authenticity of the sand eagle in front of him, because he had already smelled the smell of "gunpowder" wafting from the barrel of his gun in his nose.

There is no doubt that this is a real gun.

A world-class gun, the Desert Eagle.

"I bet there are no bullets in your gun..." Berkeley gritted his teeth.

No bullets? Emmmmm, is this funny?

Byrne didn't know why Berkeley would say such a thing, he almost couldn't help laughing.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Berkeley has a lot of humor..."

"If you think there is no bullet in the gun, try it, but the price is your life..." Byrne said with a smile.

"Guru..." Berkeley swallowed again.

If the bet is changed to anything else, he can bet, but if it is changed to life, that bet is a hammer!

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

But just like this, Berkeley was a little bit unwilling.

Can't go to jail! Must not go to jail!

Berkeley's mind went back and forth, and one thought after another flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, a ray of light burst into his eyes, and he thought of a way to break the game...