The vest of the almighty boss can't hide it

Chapter 859

Lin Yan said lightly, "Try not to splash blood on me when you die, I think it's dirty!"

"Fuck, the little beauty has spoken, and her voice is also very nice." Someone in the live broadcast room slapped the table and shouted, "I really don't want her to die, at least let me play for a few days before she dies."

"God is really unfair. Such a girl has perfect vocal cords. I want to make her a little lark and sing to me every day."

……

The image of Push is that he heard some ridiculous joke, turned his head and sneered in disbelief, and said, "Girl, you made an unforgivable mistake. If you obediently go home and have a baby, at least you are safe now."

Hongmeng said angrily: "Give birth to your mother's child, this person's brain must be flat, he knows how to give birth all day long, Yanyan, take out his intestines for me."

Lin Yan whispered: "Have you completed the task assigned to you?"

"Well, he guessed who I am right away. It's not fun, but I think it must be very difficult for him to watch the live broadcast, so I suggest that he also participate in the gamble. If you win the bet, you will definitely earn half a year's pocket money. Come out, am I very investment-minded?"

"Is boring."

"cut!"

The staff signaled Pashtun to get ready with their eyes, and then talked about the rules of the game.

This time it turned out not to be a sparring, but to assemble a pistol, and then shoot each other face to face, without dodging.

There are a total of three chances, the first two games only assembled pistols, and the third time they shot each other.

Pashtun looked at the pistol on the table with disdain. This is the kind of close-fitting pistol he has been familiar with in his 20 years of military career.

But the girl on the opposite side probably knows a little bit of kung fu, and probably hasn't even touched a pistol. ,

He said to the staff: "I have never been a gentleman to a woman in my life, but for the sake of her youth and beauty, I can let her go for five seconds. This way I will feel more comfortable when I blow her head off."

The staff didn't say anything, but turned to look at Lin Yan.

The boss said that the rules are not dead. Anyway, live broadcasting makes money, so it is interesting.

Pushtun is a villain on the battlefield, and he has never softened his heart towards women and children. This is the first time he has shown a little gentlemanly demeanor to a girl, and it must be interesting.

But Lin Yan said coldly, "Can't you afford to lose and want to make excuses in advance?"

Pushtu was taken aback, then laughed in disbelief, then shook his head at Lin Yan.

Lin Yan said to the staff: "Let's get started."

The staff signaled the Pashtuns to get ready.Then an order was given.

Pushtu quickly grabbed the disassembled pistol and began to assemble it. His speed was not the fastest, and his expression was somewhat casual, but when he looked up inadvertently, he suddenly found a black muzzle aimed at his head. , just at eye level.

Pashtun shook his head in disbelief, how could this speed be possible!

Although he didn't show his best form, it was impossible for him to lose to a girl.

"You still have two more chances." Lin Yan said lightly, retracted the gun, skillfully dismantled it, and placed it on the table.

Pashtun finally got serious this time, and he quickly disassembled the gun and put it on the table.

He raised his eyes and met Lin Yan's eyes, this time there was a murderous intent in his eyes.

Only one of the two can survive.

The staff blew a whistle.

Pashtun immediately picked up the gun and started assembling. His speed was so fast that his hands seemed to be accelerating, making it hard for people to see how to operate. The final click sounded and the assembly was successful.

He raised his head, a surge of despair and fear rose from his eyes, almost swallowing him, and fine beads of sweat began to climb up his forehead.

"how is this possible?"

The dark gun hole was aimed at the forehead, ruthless and cold, behind the gun muzzle was a pair of eyes as quiet as a deep pool.

For a moment, Pashtun felt that those were not human eyes, as if gods were ruthlessly and indifferently overlooking the world.

"You still have one last chance." Lin Yan said lightly.

At this time, the live broadcast room had exploded, and everyone was exclaiming.

"Impossible, Pashtun has lost twice in a row, and his head will bloom if he loses in the end."

"No, why am I so nervous? God, it's only been a few minutes, and it feels like a century to me."

"Pashtun will never lose, he is the god of war."

"I have a hunch that Pashtun will lose. He usually hates women the most. If he loses to a woman, it will be a mockery from heaven."

……

Just as the staff was about to blow the whistle, Pushtu suddenly covered his head in pain, "Wait...I'm feeling a little uncomfortable, can I cancel it temporarily and try again next time?"

The staff asked through the earphones at the neckline.

In front of the surveillance screen, Jiang Yue shook his head, "Tell him, the game continues, I will kill him if he dares to walk out of the room, and if he wins, add another 1000 million bonus."

Xiao Tang laughed and said, "He's scared. I think Lin Yan will win the next round."

Yang Xuewei put down her arms in boredom, and returned to her seat without saying a word.

The staff member shook his head at Pashtu and repeated Jiang Yue's words.

Bean-sized beads of sweat slid down Pashtun's forehead, gathered on his chin, and then dripped down from his chin.

He couldn't speak fluently, "I have a headache, I want to rest for a while."

The staff nodded, Pushtu thought for a while, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

The mood eased a little, he kept cheering himself up in his heart, recalling the scene of ruthless killing on the battlefield before, and kept telling himself that he had never lost before, and would never lose to a girl, and the next round would definitely let her Blossoming head...

After finally regaining some self-confidence, when she raised her head, the girl opposite her tilted her head, her eyes were clear and clear, and she looked at her with sympathy and pity...

How could it be this look?Like watching a dying person? !

Pashtun's heart beat faster in an instant, thinking of the bride he just snatched back some time ago, the beautiful and happy life was just yesterday, why on earth did he accept this transaction?

A few minutes later, Lin Yan asked, "Are you ready?"

Pashtun still wanted to delay, the staff said: "Our patience is limited, sir, you can admit defeat."

Pashtu's eyes lit up with anticipation, and the staff said, "If you admit defeat, please keep the bullets in the gun for yourself."

Pushtu was taken aback.

By the way, this is a transaction that will inevitably kill one person.He knew it before he came, so the commission was very high, but in his prediction, the opponent must die...

Finally Pushtun stood up with difficulty and walked to the table.

The staff blew the whistle, and the whistle blew.

Pashtun regained his energy in an instant, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

He hasn't completely lost yet. Assembling guns is the most basic training task of the army. He has already summed up his own rules through years of training and killing.

And there are no other special rules for this competition.

He can take shortcuts!

Thinking this way, his speed became faster and faster, and finally reached the last step, assembling the magazine.

He picked up the cartridge and loaded it into the barrel, pulling the slide hard to the bottom.

(End of this chapter)