The last emperor

Chapter 296 The Revolver Gang's Revolver Game
The fat man looked at the golden pistol and then looked at it. Qinghong smiled wretchedly and said: "Satisfied, players like you deserve to be treated with dignity, come on, let's go inside first."

With guns pointed at by the gangsters of the Revolver Gang, Zhang Jin walked in calmly. Qing Hong wished to shoot Zhang Jin down with one shot. It was inexplicable why she became a bet. This guy didn't even consider himself a bet Be forewarned, you're such a jerk.

But in this situation, she chose to believe in Zhang Jin. Zhang Jin had no reason to take her to die, but she really couldn't think of how to get out safely in the base of a group of lunatics. defensive person.

The Revolver Gang used the slaughterhouse as their base, and the place where Zhang Jin was brought in was in the huge slaughtering area. The rotten pork and corpses had been burned by fire, and there were scorched marks everywhere, and in some places the charred corpses were still piled up. Not dealt with.

There is a table not far from the entrance. The light and ventilation here are much better, but it still feels uncomfortable.

On the stone slab next to the table was a washed and moldy pig. A sloppy man was dividing the pork with an axe. The whole pig smelled rotten.

The fat man sat on a chair with his arms around his military coat and said, "Don't be disgusted, it's not easy to eat fresh pork now, and it's not easy to find a few spicy noodles in the areas that can be searched."

Zhang Jin pulled a chair and sat down with a smile, "Pork is obviously not that important to me, isn't it?"

The fat man watched Zhang Jin's eyelids twitch, revealing a ruthless smile, and laughed: "That's straightforward enough, can I know why you want my life?!"

"I heard that you are looking for trouble with the old security team. Unfortunately, I am from the old security team." Zhang Jin turned around slightly and blinked normally, but he checked the surrounding situation.

Behind a slaughtering stone platform in the distance, there are three tied people, but the distance is too far and only the outlines can be seen vaguely. It looks like a man, a woman and a child.

The fat man laughed again and said, "Your temperament is really like me. With old An'an's current strength, there is no chance of winning if you want to fight hard. You are really like me back then."

Zhang Jin frowned, becoming more and more unhappy with the fat man's tone, he slapped the gun on the table and said, "Since you know my reason for coming, maybe you can start the game?"

When he fired the gun, a group of Revolver gangsters hurriedly aimed their guns at Zhang Jin. Although Qing Hong's guns were not confiscated, the three people around her were always staring at her with guns, but they didn't dare to act rashly at this time.

The fat man waved his hand and said, "I've told you a hundred times that we must respect those who respect games. Put down your guns, bring two clean wine glasses, and bring up my good bottle of wine."

Zhang Jin silently looked at this damn fat man. There are two types of fat man, one is cute and the other is damn. Obviously this guy in front of him belongs to damn.

"Is vodka okay?" The fat man poured the wine and asked Zhang Jin with a smile.

Zhang Jin nodded and said: "It seems that you still lack a fat Russian girl."

The fat man lit his cigar and laughed loudly: "I just said that I like you. You are the most joyful and caring player I have met now. Don't say that I really plan to go to the northeast. That generation is easy to get. Don't believe me!" Go to Russia to kill."

Zhang Jin took a sip from the wine glass and said, "It seems that you are very confident in your luck."

"Haha, don't you say that people who love to laugh are lucky, you should also keep smiling." The fat man said and slapped the revolver on the table.

Zhang Jin stretched out his hand to pick up the revolver and looked at it. Under the pointers of the guns, he aimed the guns at the fat man.

Fatty's expression changed instantly, but he tried his best to hide it.

Zhang Jin threw the gun back on the table and said, "Time waits for no one, we should start early."

The fat man laughed again, took back the revolver, and immediately looked at Zhang Jin with a cold face.

Qing Hong's heart tightened instantly, this is the territory of the Zuolun Gang, she would not be surprised if Fatty killed Zhang Jin at any time, but what should she do when it really happens?
"Boom!" The fat man made a gesture of shooting and said with a smile, "Come on, let's start then."

He opened the cartridge and poured out all the bullets inside, then took out one and put it in the center of the table, and put the gun in the middle as well.

"You are a guest, you come to load the bullet." The fat man said generously.

Zhang Jin smiled and picked up the gun and bullets. The fat man should die. When he picked up the gun for the first time, he discovered the special features of this gun. The barrel of this gun has different scratches. Unexpectedly, when the barrel is closed, there will be a different sound at the position of each bullet hole. If the ears are sensitive enough, it can be heard like dice in the movie.

The fat man should have discovered this by accident, and through continuous practice, he has mastered how to identify the position when the barrel is closed, so as long as he decides who will shoot first, he can calculate when the bullet will go off.

Zhang Jinzhuang casually picked up the bullet and loaded it in, then watched the fat man pull out the bullet with his hand, this time it was full of force, the bullet was spinning rapidly like a phantom, making a series of wind noises.

The fat man looked at Zhang Jin calmly, but his ears were pricked up, and he deliberately turned his head to the left wheel.

"Have you never doubted your luck?" Zhang Jinren asked with a smile.

The fat man smiled and said, "Luck is just an excuse for surviving. Playing this game depends on courage. People who are afraid of death will eventually die."

"Oh, it sounds like you are not afraid of death." Zhang Jin said.

The fat man sneered in his heart when he saw the speed of the cartridge slowing down. I thought this stunned young man had a lot of skills, so he was really not afraid of death.

"Scared, but better than ordinary people, not that scared."

Zhang Jin nodded, flicked the cartridge closed, and put the revolver back on the table.

The fat man was originally extremely confident, but at this moment he suddenly became surprised and panicked. His pricked ears were still pricked up. He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, why didn't he hear the familiar sound of the changing sound of the cartridge closing.

He rubbed his ears fiercely, and looked at the revolver on the table in disbelief. The marks on the gun were already there. It is not easy to make marks on this thing. It is so obvious that you can find it when you pick it up. It is impossible to manipulate a pistol made of steel with two hands.

If he didn't hear the sound, it means that he has completely lost his "luck", and now he really can only rely on luck to gamble.

Zhang Jin looked at the panicked look of the fat man and said with a smile: "I said that the leader of the gang suddenly didn't dare to play?"

"Fart, none of us in the Revolver Gang dare to play." One of the subordinates suddenly said angrily.

Fatty cursed secretly in his heart, relying on the heresy of the revolver to attract a group of lunatics, if he dare not play now, this group of people will not believe him in the future, but if he plays, he may die, there is really no need for him now Play with people with your life, he has people and supplies, and it is a fool's behavior to fight with people.

Zhang Jin took a sip of vodka and said, "How about this? If I win, you answer one of my questions, and then it's your turn. If you can exchange with satisfactory conditions, I will still take the shot for you."

Fatty smiled when he heard this, and then remembered that the other party was looking for someone, he laughed loudly and said, "I was talking about raising the stakes, it's interesting, come here, hang those three people here for me."

Immediately, people from the Revolver Gang ran down, and sure enough, they went to the back of the table and pulled up the three people whose mouths were sealed and their hands and feet were tied up. Like a pig that was killed, it was slid all the way from the cableway.

Zhang Jin glanced sideways. He didn't know the man, the woman and the child. He seemed to have been frightened and panicked. There were still many bruises on the man's body.

"These three people came to my territory and stole our supplies. Unfortunately, they were caught. How about I bet on them?" The fat man laughed.

Zhang Jin nodded and said, "Whatever you want, who will start first?"

The fat man hesitated for a while, but he didn't hear clearly, which meant that the first shot might go off, and he smiled and said, "This is a guest, please."

Zhang Jin reached out to pick up the gun, put the gun on his temple and looked at the fat man, and everyone stared at Zhang Jin. To be honest, this game is really exciting. Anyway, he is not the one who dies. One of six middle schools, two people play, every time One shot may kill, each shot may also survive, the first five shots are really the most exciting place.

Qing Hong couldn't help closing her eyes, scolding Zhang Jin, a lunatic in her heart, playing games with her life is really crazy.

click.

The fat man was also extremely excited at the moment when the barrel was spun, now that he and the chips didn't have to shoot himself, he really wanted to see which shot this guy would die in.

It's a pity that the first shot was empty, and everyone sighed, obviously they were disappointed that Zhang Jin was not killed.

"Well, it looks like I'm lucky." Zhang Jin put down his gun and said, "How many people from Old An'an have you arrested?"

The fat man took a sip of his cigar and said, "It's just these three. If you catch them, you'll come to the door before you have time to train them."

Zhang Jin drank vodka and said, "It's your turn."

The fat man glanced at the hanging human and said, "How about that kid?"

Zhang Jin shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then accumulate some virtue and save his life."

"Haha, I admire it. It seems that the people who are with old An are still very compassionate." The fat man smiled, but he secretly scolded the idiot in his heart. A cheap life in my hands would be a waste of food.

Zhang Jin reached out and picked up the gun again, put it on his temple and let out a breath, then slowly pressed the trigger.

The fat man stared at Zhang Jin's hand, wishing it would explode, it would be such a great thing.

However, there was another empty sound, and he was extremely disappointed immediately, and he cursed secretly.

"Damn."

"It didn't ring again." All the members of the Revolver Gang were also disappointed.

Only then did Qing Hong dare to open her eyes, seeing the child being untied, she was worried and hated Zhang Jin.

"It seems that you are lucky, but unfortunately it's your turn again." The fat man drank vodka and smiled: "This game is so interesting. After you are lucky to avoid a shot, you can take a sip happily, or you can take another sip and look at each other. Are you as lucky as you?"

Zhang Jin shrugged his shoulders and said: "If you play alone, you may not have experienced that feeling. It is really exciting. Except you and Death, no one can control your life, so you should try it."

As he spoke, he raised the gun again. The hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and he had to loosen his fingers to keep it flexible. "To be honest, although it's exciting, it's really crazy when you hold a gun against yourself."

"Yes, this feeling is more exciting than drugs." The fat man happily smoked his cigar, this is the third shot, and the probability of half is about to happen.

"But if someone else pointed a gun at my head, those people would all be dead." Zhang Jin said and pulled the trigger.

The fat man stared at Zhang Jin's temple, hoping to see the scene when the bullet shattered his temple, his lips trembled even more excitedly, but the gun was empty again, and he took a sharp puff of cigarette, feeling extremely depressed.

The crowd booed even more in disappointment, shouting that this luck was too good.

"Well, it seems that my luck is really good today." Zhang Jin breathed a sigh of relief, drinking vodka, showing a feeling of fear and excitement for the rest of his life after death.

Fatty looked at Zhang Jin pouring vodka and frowned, "How about that man?"

Zhang Jin put down the bottle and said, "I haven't asked any questions yet, don't worry."

Fatty is not in a hurry, if Zhang Jin suddenly does not want to place an additional bet and lets him shoot himself, then the chance of him being shot is very high, he suddenly regrets, the previous shot should be fired by himself, or the first shot One shot should be chosen by oneself.

"Are you afraid to play this game?" Zhang Jin asked while drinking vodka leisurely.

What the hell kind of question is this? Fatty thought that Zhang Jin would ask other questions, but this question is a terrible one. If he doesn’t answer or answer no, his subordinates will definitely look down on him immediately. If he answers, Zhang Jin will ask him to play by himself. How about that.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the fat man bit the bullet and said: "It's a joke, no one knows the name of my Zuolun, Xinyang. It was others who begged me not to play, and I have never backed down."

"Good job, the subordinates of such a boss are comfortable to follow." Zhang Jin clapped his hands and laughed: "The boss of Zuolun is so characterful, so I'll take this shot, but what's the use of a man coming, I think that woman is nice, God It’s more comfortable to sleep with multiple warm quilts.”

"Haha, I know how to play, my brother is indeed a man of temperament, you and I think the same way, a man will either work for you or die, women are different, but following your leather pants beauty looks pretty good, how does it feel?" Fatty was relieved when he saw that Zhang Jin was willing to let him trade for someone, and he also became proud.

Zhang Jin glanced at the angry Qing Hong and said with a smile: "It's not easy to tame, but it has a special flavor."

"Okay, I like it. The unyielding wild horses are interesting." The fat man looked at Qinghong wretchedly, his eyes fixed on the buttocks that were squeezed out by the leather pants, and he thought to himself: You will die with this shot. Women aren't all Lao Tzu's, idiot.

Zhang Jin pointed the gun at the temple, this shot was very important, because there were two shots left, if this shot didn't kill him, then the next shot would still be Zhang Jin's, for Zhang Jin there was only a [-]/[-] chance of surviving.

Everyone stared at Zhang Jin. In their eyes, Zhang Jin was sure to die. They had never seen anyone dare to play like this.

Click.

The gun went off again, everyone was disappointed, but immediately they all focused on Zhang Jin again.

The fat man laughed coldly and said: "Your luck is really good, but unfortunately the god of death will not sleep forever, and you have no choice for the next shot."

Zhang Jin picked up the vodka and drank it: "I have a habit of playing with other people in any way that others like, and I will use his method to play back."

(End of this chapter)