Chapter 199 The Human Fountain
Seeing that the two of them were silent and staring at each other, Brandy nodded and turned the hand holding the toy revolver vigorously.

The pistol whirled around on the table a few times, then stopped slowly, and pointed its huge muzzle in Dwight's direction.

Edgar breathed a sigh of relief and grinned wildly.

"Dwight, hold on.

"We won't lose, come on."

Although the members of the Beta Brotherhood panicked for a while, they still cheered him on.

Dwight's eyelashes trembled, he picked up the green toy revolver, and raised his arm, signaling the people behind him to be quiet.

"Edgar, I don't think you have the guts to play this game with me. I will allow you to come up with another younger brother."

Unexpectedly, Dwight was still playing psychological warfare with himself at this time, Edgar grinned:
"Believe me, I won't miss the moment when you shoot yourself full of that thing, it will make me feel very happy for the next few years."

Dwight raised his middle finger at him, then raised the thick muzzle of the revolver, and put his mouth directly on the muzzle.

"Come on, you'll be fine."

"Shove it in."

People from the Beta Brotherhood came forward and patted him on the shoulder.

His chest rose and fell sharply, he closed his eyes fiercely, and pulled the trigger with his index finger.

"Click."

With a crisp sound, Dwight's heart missed a beat.

"yeah."

"Great, we're fine."

Seeing that Dwight was fine, the crowd of the Beta Brotherhood immediately cheered, and at the same time roared at Edgar:
"Come on, it's your turn."

Dwight slowly took the muzzle out of his mouth, wiped the sweat from his brow, and put the toy revolver back on the table with trembling hands.

After he regained his strength, he laughed loudly: "It's your turn, Edgar, Mare Falk."

Seeing that the bullet didn't explode in Dwight's mouth, Edgar was annoyed and flustered.

He gritted his teeth and patted the table:
"bring it on."

"Well done, Edgar, put that damn muzzle in your mouth."

The person wearing a light blue cultural shirt standing behind him also clenched his fists and shouted.

It was Edgar who participated in the battle, but the result of the victory or defeat was related to the entire Brotherhood, and everyone looked at him nervously.

Brandy picked up the toy pistol, respun the cylinder, and handed the pistol over.

Edgar quickly took the pistol and bit the muzzle.

"what..."

After a while of roaring, he pulled the trigger.

There was another crisp sound, and Edgar was also safe and sound.

He threw away the pistol excitedly, jumped up from the chair, and hugged the people behind him.

At this time, the people of the Beta Brotherhood became silent, and everyone looked at the table with trepidation, on which lay a toy revolver quietly.

Dwight bit his cheek, he raised his head suddenly, and looked at Brandy: "One more."

"What did you say?"

Brandy couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Dwight's breathing became heavier, sweat dripping from his hair: "I said, another bullet."

"Shet, don't do this, the risk is too great."

The afro-headed man quickly put his arms around his shoulders, trying to dissuade him.

People from the Beta Brotherhood also stepped forward to persuade them that putting three capsule bullets into the six bullet slots would undoubtedly lead to death.

Dwight made up his mind, he said to Edgar with a sneer:

"This is a game for the brave. I suggest adding another one, unless Edgar dares not."

Edgar was frightened by his ferocious eyes, and then he thought, in addition, it was Dwight who shot first, so he had the advantage.

So he also showed his white teeth, and growled at Brandy:

"I agree, plus."

Seeing the increasing intensity of the competition, all the onlookers held their breath.

Seeing that both contestants agreed, Brandy shrugged and took another chunky bullet from the nearby box.

She inserted the third bullet and turned the cylinder with a swish.

Brandy held the barrel and handed the handle to Dwight:

"bring it on."

Dwight glanced at Brandy, and then took the pistol. He looked at the black hole of the gun, sweating profusely.

"Snapped."

Seeing his hesitation, Brandy slapped him across the face: "What are you hesitating about, pull that damn trigger."

Dwight was slapped, his anger surged, and his adrenaline surged.

He gripped the handle of the gun tightly and stuffed the muzzle into his mouth, but his arms were still trembling uncontrollably.

"Pull the trigger, don't hesitate."

The members of the Beta Brotherhood also went all out, and the afro standing next to Dwight even more excitedly crushed the beer can in his hand.

Seeing Dwight like this, Edgar kept tapping on the table to put psychological pressure on him.

Brandy slapped her face twice in a row again:

"This is what you asked for. Do you want to be a bitch?"

"Fack..."

"Ah ah ah..."

Dwight bit the muzzle of the gun and howled, the veins on his forehead popped, and he squeezed the trigger forcefully.

With a crisp sound, the members of the Beta Brotherhood boiled instantly, and Dwight almost collapsed to the ground.

Seeing him dodge again, Edgar's heart was beating faster than his.

Thinking of the three bullets in the magazine, his legs trembled and his eyes wandered uncontrollably.

Noticing that Brandy picked up the pistol and started to turn the cylinder, his lips began to tremble even more.

"It will be all right."

"believe in yourself."

Seeing him like this, the members of the Brotherhood of Nerds stepped forward to encourage him.

Edgar kept comforting himself at this time, he didn't believe that his luck would be worse than Dwight's.

He gritted his teeth and took the pistol, and Ethan could hear his bellows breathing from far away.

Dwight also imitated what he did just now, slapping the table and roaring angrily:
"Shoot, shoot."

The members of the Beta Brotherhood followed suit and shouted, "Shoot..."

At this time, Brandy also slapped Edgar hard, causing his adrenal hormones to explode.

Edgar was dizzy from the noisy scene, his eyes blinked violently, and he pulled the trigger in a panic.

"boom."

A muffled sound.

There was a dead silence.

Ethan reacted quickly, grabbing Bobby and retreating sharply.

After Edgar was stunned for a second, he vomited, and white sticky liquid spewed out of his mouth and nose instantly.

His whole body turned into a fountain, and the slime was sprayed everywhere by him.

The stench rose to the sky, and everyone around screamed, and their bodies were covered with bits and pieces.

Even the members of the Beta Brotherhood didn't bother to celebrate, and fled in all directions, as if the scene had been attacked by some kind of biochemical.

Everyone is far away from the sky, even Ray Winston is no longer like an old man in his 60s, jumping far away like a rabbit in an instant.

The degree of agility made many young people amazed.

He announced the result of the game from a distance: "Fourth round, Beta Brothers will win."

(End of this chapter)

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