Chapter 329 (2/2)

He then opened the cartridge of the revolver, which had only six bullets. He took out five of them and left only one bullet in it. Then he forced the revolver to rotate, finally stopped with a click, and then put the revolver with only one bullet heavily on the table: ”You want to be a hero, don't you? I'll give you a chance, Russian roulette, you know?”

Russian roulette, of course, I know. It is a very cruel duel game. The general prop is this kind of revolver. Put one or two bullets in it and stop after turning the revolver. Both sides of the duel successively pull the trigger with the revolver against their own head. The failed party often shoots his own head and dies.

I looked at the small cage bag pressed by the soldiers next to me, the doctor in a white coat with a syringe in his hand, and the three soldiers with rifles pointing at me behind me. I knew I had been forced to the cliff, so I clenched my teeth and jumped out, stared at brother man and said, ”you want to play death roulette with me, right? Well, I'll have a death duel with you!”

Brother man smiled when he heard the speech. He looked at me proudly and said, ”I'm not playing death roulette with you, but you play it yourself. If you dare to pull the trigger on your own head with the pistol with only one bullet on the table to prove your courage, or I'll consider letting miss Ying'er go. Note, I'm just thinking about it, ha ha...”

The left wheel cartridge can hold six bullets. Although there is only one bullet in it now, the probability of death is as high as one in six.

Before I made a decision, the little cage bag pressed on the table cried and cried: ”Chen Yu, don't play this game with him. He is a madman and used to play this game with prisoners. He plays you. Even if you win once, he will continue to add bullets to let you play. Eventually you will die in your own hands. He is torturing and playing you for fun.”

Brother man shrugged at me: ”since you don't want to play games, there's no way. Doctor, you go on...”

The doctor in a white coat was about to put a needle into the neck of the small cage bag. I couldn't help blurting out: ”wait, I'll play!”

Brother man motioned to the doctor to stop, then looked at me with interest and grinned, ”ha ha, it's starting to be a little interesting.”

”Chen Yu -” xiaolongbao was almost injected into an idiot's medicine. At the moment, he cried out to me sadly.

I comforted her and said, ”xiaolongbao, be strong. We will all survive tonight. I will get you out.”

Brother quite sneered: ”it's cool to play. Hurry up. Don't ink with me!”

I looked at this guy's hateful face and was filled with anger. I wanted to take the revolver on the table and shoot him. But anger is anger. There is only one bullet in the revolver, and there may not be bullets in the first shot, so the idea of shooting him is unrealistic.

”Hurry up!”

Gorman urged me again. The other six soldiers in the dungeon hall and the doctor were also looking at me with interest and cruelty and smiling. They didn't treat me as a person at all, just like those nobles in the ancient Roman arena watching a slave duel and making fun of other people's lives.

I gritted my teeth, picked up the revolver, pulled the trigger on my head, and made a click. God bless me. Fortunately, there were no bullets.

The six soldiers and doctors hissed together. They were obviously disappointed that there was no bullet in this shot. Brother man grabbed the revolver in my hand, opened the cartridge, looked at it and said, ”there will be bullets in the next shot. You're lucky.”

Remember, he continued to put a bullet in it, and this time it became two bullets in it. He rotated the revolver cartridge, then stopped with a click, handed me the revolver again and said, ”Hey, people who play this game with me can hold up to three bullets. If you can play four bullets and survive, you will win.”

I stared at him: ”I won?”

Brother said casually, ”if you can survive four bullets, I'll let you and miss Ying'er go. Is this reward very attractive?”