Lehman fell to his knees, the hard stones hitting his knees.
He couldn't help but gasp, his whole body shaking like a sieve, his eyes filled with fear.
He is no longer as ferocious as before.
Although he was scared of being pointed at a gun, it didn't scare him that much.
What he was afraid of was Lin An's incomprehensible methods.
Next to him, the cruel sight of Zhang Tie being slapped into a ball of minced meat made his mind almost collapse.
That's a strong man over 1.8 meters tall!
A big living person felt as if he had been run over by a roller mill.
Where is the power that humans can have?
As for Lin An twisting the barrel of the gun out of thin air with a wave of his hand, it was beyond his knowledge.
If the men behind him hadn't screamed and rolled on the ground in pain, he would never have been able to believe the scene before him.
"Ah!..Ah!.."
The members of the slave-catching team had just come to their senses and were screaming every now and then.
There were bursts of urination coming from underneath me.
Perhaps because of the intensified emotions given by the system, the fear suffered by the entire slave-catching team was multiplied.
People lose the ability to speak when they are extremely frightened.
Lin An moved his gun sideways, chuckled with interest, and flicked the revolver's magazine with his fingertips.
"Five bullets, the game begins."
"boom!"
Muzzle flames erupted.
The yellow and orange bullets accurately shot into the screaming head, and the modified revolver was very powerful.
The screams ceased with a dull penetrating sound.
A dark bullet hole appeared between the man's eyebrows, and the impact of the bullet penetrated the entire skull.
The body fell down, and blood spattered on the face, but no one dared to wipe it away.
"Dum bombs?"
Lin An raised his eyebrows lightly.
I didn’t expect that the bullets in the revolver had been modified.
The warhead is carved with a cross. When the bullet penetrates the human body, it loses its balance and spins rapidly, forming a huge cavity in the body.
simply put.
The modified dum bomb is cruel but extremely lethal.
Lehman came to his senses after the gunshot, his lips moving and trembling.
"Sir...sir..."
"Please let me go...please...please"
His emotions were amplified exponentially, and he couldn't even utter a complete plea for mercy.
Like a kowtowing insect, his forehead banged against the stone.
He didn't want to die, not at all.
Maybe he didn't feel anything when killing others, and he could even enjoy the tortured wails like music.
But when death befalls oneself, the so-called dignity and bloodiness become like a joke.
If kowtowing for mercy could get Lin An to spare his life, wouldn't he mind eating hundreds of them?
"Ah."
Lin An chuckled lightly and looked at him as if he were looking at a dead person:
"I said that."
"Don't you like playing games?"
"I'll play with you."
"Four more bullets left."
"I'll fire five more shots and save the last one for you."
"If you're lucky, you might survive."
Like a devil's whisper.
Lehman raised his head in panic and saw Lin An aiming his gun at the braided man with a tattooed face and a grimace.
The revolver magazine rotates, and the mechanical sound is like the hand of death.
He understood what Lin An meant.
The revolver magazine is filled with 6 bullets.
Remove one and there are 5 left.
Including the shot fired by the demon in front of me...
As long as all the next four shots kill his companions, the fifth shot, which is the last shot, will be a bye because there are no bullets in the magazine.
As long as you are lucky enough, you can survive.
For the first time, he began to pray to God, to the gods.
Kill the braided man!
He dies! There will be one less bullet!
As long as Lin An kills a companion with every shot, he will survive!
For the first time, he was so eager to have his men's heads blown off, even if they were each other's companions.
"No! Don't! Don't..."
The ghost-faced man, who was good at hunting slaves with chains, watched in horror as the gun was pointed at him, and tried to turn around and escape.
But as a terrifying aura locked onto him, his legs felt like lead.
"boom!"
Gunfire.
In Lehman's fearful and expectant eyes, the second bullet passed through the mouth of the ghost-faced man.
Hollow under the tumble of dum bombs.
"thump"
The body staggered to the bottom, followed by a third shot.
Gunfire.
die.
The body fell to the ground.
With three consecutive shots, all three members of the slave-catching team died.
It's their misfortune, but it's also Lehman's luck.
At least that's what Lehman thinks.
Every time he pulled the trigger, it was like torture for him.
As long as one bullet is missed, he will die.
If the bullets are not missed, the team member will die.
With one last aim.
"Beat! Beat him to death! Beat him to death!!"
Lehman was chanting almost crazily, praying to God to bless this shot to kill the scout in his team.
At this time, there was only one bullet left in the revolver magazine.
With the chance that the magazine will be re-rotated every time a shot is fired, there is now only a 1 in 6 chance of killing the scout holding the monocular.
Under the tragic death, the short scout man of the slave-catching team looked at the muzzle of the gun with heartbroken.
He heard his captain yelling.
In the face of death, he jumped up to his feet crazily and cursed Leman loudly.
Crying and cursing is like screaming.
"God! Allah! Bodhisattva!"
"Bless me! Bless me!"
"One in six chance! Don't let it be my turn!"
The scout man fell to his knees and cried bitterly.
He pointed at Lehman with one hand and looked at the black muzzle with a crazy expression:
"You can't kill me! This shot can't kill me!"
"Kill him! Beat him to death!"
"He is the one who deserves to die!"
"I'm a good person!"
Piety, remorse.
The crying scout man has never believed so devoutly in the existence of gods.
He didn't want to be shot in the head, and he didn't want to die.
He regretted why he had joined the slave-catching team and why he had left the city.
Fighting Dog 77, whose thighs were bruised and fleshy, looked at the ridiculous scene in front of him and felt happy in his heart.
Unlike the slave-catching team, Lin An was like a devil in the eyes of the slave-catching team.
In his eyes, Lin An was simply a messenger sent from heaven.
right! That's it!
These damn bastards should die in pain and torture!
On the motorcycle, Lin Ruolan looked at Lin An's back with a complicated expression, feeling a little dazed.
After eating all the dried meat, she was ready to wait for death but now she came to her senses.
She saw what Lin An wanted to do.
Although she could not understand the power of Lin An and others, at this moment, she no longer regarded Lin An as that group of despicable nobles.
Cruel and cruel?
No.
This is how you should treat the slave-hunting bastards.
Gao Tian and Zhang Tie stood casually on both sides, feeling happy and happy.
As awakened ones, they naturally heard the previous discussion of the slave-catching team.
The main thing is.
How dare these idiots take a chance on themselves and others?
Under the gun, Lehman and the scout stared at each other bitterly, wishing that the other would die.
In constant prayer.
"boom!"
The gun muzzle spit out flames, and the scout man's head exploded.
ecstasy!
The headless body fell sideways.
Lehman watched infatuatedly as his men's heads were blown apart, and a sense of extreme ecstasy filled his brain with blood.
he died!
I'm alive!
One in six probability! God has blessed me!
Pooh!
Damn skinny monkey, if you die, I can live!
He hurriedly knelt back to Lin An's feet in a flattering manner, with an ugly smile on his face:
"Sir, there are no more bullets..."
Five bullets killed five companions.
There are no bullets in the current revolver.
Russian turntable?
Inexplicable.
After escaping in the face of death, he actually smiled stupidly at the muzzle of the gun.
I don’t know if today is my lucky day.
Lin An looked at Lehman in front of him with a gentle smile:
"That's right."
"Out of bullets."
"Click-click"
There was a crisp sound of the magazine being empty, and the revolver's hammer was idle when the trigger was pulled.
The moment the trigger sounded, Lehman's body trembled instinctively.
No bullets...
No bullets...
He gasped and giggled. Under the extreme pressure, joy and fright, his mind began to blur.
"Sir, there are no more bullets."
"You promise..."
"Bang~"
Suddenly, Lin An made a random sound and made a bang like a prank.
The sound is very soft, but very powerful.
An invisible mental shock erupted.
The heads in the giggles exploded into pieces, flying in the air.
Lin An looked at the fallen body in surprise, then shook his head slightly.
"who told you that."
"No bullets..."
"You can't kill anyone?"
