The last emperor

chapter 297
When the fat man heard this, he felt a deep chill. His eyes, which had no expression at first, now had the look of a blade, as if he had been determined by him.

It was the first time that the fat man felt fear, and suddenly found that the young man in front of him was not as fearless as he thought at first, and everything was not ignorant and arrogant as it appeared on the surface, but came with killing intent.

The fat man bit his cigar and stared at Zhang Jin with two scars on his face: "Ignorance and fearlessness will not bring you good luck. You can't wait until your head is pierced. The moment when the blood splashes is as pleasing as fireworks."

Zhang Jin picked up the gun and looked at the fat man, showing a smile, and then calmly pulled the trigger.

Of course Zhang Jin would not risk his life to play this kind of game, this kind of children's game is meaningless to him, he can control which hole the bullet stops at will, and it is not too easy to control the psychology of a fat man .

Click, under the tense nerves of everyone, the gun went off again.

"Damn, this luck is against the sky."

"Idiot, I bet he can't survive two shots."

"I'm stupid, there are only two last shots left, this guy will definitely not let the boss trade again, isn't he a fool."

Fatty's head was dripping with cold sweat at this moment, and now he finally realized that there was a problem with the game. His game seemed to be completely controlled by the opponent, but he didn't know where the bullet would go off.

Qing Hong's heart almost jumped out at this moment, but what happened next made her even more worried. There were only two shots, and even a fool knew that someone was going to die, and no one wanted to die. This is the territory of the Revolver Gang. Zhang Jin won the fifth shot, and the fat man would never shoot himself the last time.

What was the result? The result could only be that the fat man turned around and killed her and Zhang Jin.

Zhang Jin leisurely picked up the fat man's cigar and lit it: "Obviously, I won't trade with you again, but the Revolver Gang is famous for their Russian roulette, so they will naturally follow the rules. I met someone from your gang in the west of the city, and that guy really has a backbone, and he doesn't blink every time he shoots a bullet, which is really admirable."

"It's the second child, this guy is crazy when he plays!" The person with the Revolver Gang still said it with a look of admiration.

"Yeah, it's brave enough to be the second child, good job!" A group of villains from the Revolver Gang praised, obviously enshrining this kind of game as a sacred and honorable act.

The fat man was sweating all over his body, and his face was a little flustered after tightening his Jianjun coat. He was thinking hard about the countermeasures. Obviously, the other party would not let him replace him with someone else, and this shot must be fired.

If the guy is also in the know and knows how to manipulate the revolver, then it's obvious that the other party knows where the bullet will go off.

Recalling the previous few shots, the fat man even scolded himself for being stupid. If he was really a fool in front of him, it would be difficult to justify the previous behavior. This is the end of the world. Where is the morality? There is a 90.00% chance that this guy died early, so what is the point of his death?
Seeing Zhang Jin's self-confident and somewhat arrogant expression, the fat man was sure that Zhang Jin's nervousness in front of him was deliberately acted out, which made him fall into a big trap. The warning from the gang rules prevented him from breaking his own rules, otherwise his boss would be useless.

"There are only two shots left. If you have no objections, I will start the game." Zhang Jin exhaled smoke and looked at the fat man mockingly.

The fat man tightened his scalp and said hastily: "Stop it, there is something strange about this."

"What's wrong?!" Zhang Jin stared at the fat man angrily and said, "The gun is yours, the bullets are yours, and I loaded the bullets in front of everyone. Could it be that the boss of your majestic Revolver gang finally gave up?"

The fat man's face was extremely ugly. He felt the disappointed eyes of his subordinates, but he was really scared.

Zhang Jin frowned helplessly and said: "The gun has been placed on the table. If you really dare not continue, then remove the name of the Revolver Gang. Even a group of courageous people dare to claim to set up the Revolver Gang in the last days. What a joke."

"Fart, our boss has killed more people than you, how could he not dare?!" One person said very displeased.

"That is, which one of our Revolver Gang is afraid of death, and if he is afraid of death, he will not join the Revolver Gang. How many brothers died from their own guns, and when did they coax them?"

Hearing the yells of the villains, Zhang Jin smiled inwardly, the last fire was enough, and the game should have an interesting ending even though it was known earlier.

"Well, but your boss hasn't expressed his opinion. It seems that he doesn't trust his luck very much."

Fatty wanted to kill Zhang Jin with a single shot, but he knew that the result of doing so would be that no one would follow him in the future, and the gang established by relying on the revolver game would instantly dissipate.

Gritting his teeth, he stared at Zhang Jin and said, "You fired four shots in a row, I'll take the fifth shot first?"

Zhang Jin suddenly changed his expression and said: "I know the rules of the game of Russian roulette, and it's my turn to fire first."

Fatty found life in Zhang Jin's tense expression, and said with a cold smile: "If it is the old rules, how can you fire four shots in a row? I accept the rule you proposed to use people instead, so why not if I want to rotate the order of shooting?" ?!"

The villains naturally turned towards the fat man, thinking that maybe the boss felt that the shot would still be empty, so they had to come first. Although it was not in compliance with the rules, this business is all about luck and intuition, and it is unacceptable not to dare to play. The order doesn't matter.

"Yes, the boss is right, he changed the rules first, so the order can be rotated."

Looking at the villains aggressively, Zhang Jin suppressed his anger and said, "Do I have a choice?"

At this moment, the fat man insisted that the last shot would only have bullets, and immediately returned to his arrogance, and laughed: "It seems that luck and intuition are indispensable. When I finish firing this, I will be more interested in watching you being shot by that The terrified expression of the last bullet killed."

Zhang Jin pressed his hands on the table with anger on his face, but he had to watch the fat man laugh wildly and point the gun at his temple.

But in Zhang Jin's heart, he couldn't help laughing at this moment. Although it was a bit boring, it had to be said that playing like this was really fun.

The villains stared at their boss, but they were not so nervous, instead they had a lot of smiles. In their eyes, the fat man had never lost. Of course, those who had lost would not stand in front of them.

Qing Hong held the gun tightly in her hand, she cursed Zhang Jin secretly, if this fat man is really not dead, she will take the opportunity to shoot, otherwise she won't have another chance.

"Good luck is always on my side." The fat man laughed and pulled the trigger without any fear.

However, when the barrel turned to the sound at the last moment, he clearly heard the sound of a bullet, and his face was filled with fear, and there were thousands of doubts and unwillingness in his heart, but it was too late. A few tenths of a second later, his The brain was pierced by bullets, and the last thing I saw was Zhang Jin's smile.

With a bang, the fat man's sun window exploded, and blood splashed everywhere.

Everyone was stunned at this moment. Although they had expected such a result, their real thought was that the fat man would definitely win, and the shot would definitely not go off.

The villains looked at all this in horror one by one. The boss who they regarded as the god of luck and the king of the revolver really died under his own gun.

No one could believe what was happening in front of them, they all froze in place.

"Everyone put down the guns, or we'll shoot!" Qing Hong didn't care about the joy, and took the opportunity to get out of the controlled area, standing on a platform condescendingly pointing the gun at all the villains.

Because it was a crucial shot, all the villains gathered together to watch the excitement, only to be awakened by Qing Hong's loud shout, and they were all at a loss when facing what happened.

There was a guy standing a little farther away, with the gun in his hand on his waist, thinking that Qinghong would not keep an eye on him, so he quickly raised his gun and was about to shoot him.

Zhang Jin casually picked up the golden pistol on the table and shot at it without even looking directly at it.

With the sound of a gunshot, the whole scene was about to explode like a powder cartridge.

"Don't move, anyone who moves will be killed!" Qing Hong hurriedly shouted, her nervous body was covered with sweat, there were at least a dozen villains in the Revolver Gang, and her marksmanship was good, but there was no such thing in this small area. What an advantage, not to mention that Zhang Jin is still surrounded by villains.

What made her even more speechless was that even if someone moved around, how dare you shoot when you are surrounded by enemies, even if you shoot, they would take the opportunity to move their butts and roll out, and what kind of trouble are you sitting there like a fool.

"Well, did you hear what she said? Don't move your guns and put them on the ground." Zhang Jin leisurely picked up the vodka and drank it.

The villains watched Zhang Jin drinking in front of them without any panic, and they all felt that their brains were not enough. As long as they shot together, it would be so difficult for so many people to kill two people. It's a pity that Zhang Jin's shot Let them not dare to move around, the gun is too fast and too accurate, no one wants to take their own lives.

"Don't have too much confidence in your numbers. The fat man is dead. What's the point of putting your own lives on it? Why don't I give you a magic reveal?"

Zhang Jin reached out and picked up the revolver that the fat man had dropped on the table, opened the bullet hole with a flick of his hand, picked up the bullet from the table and slowly put it in, saying: "I don't know if some of you have better ears, pay attention."

He was really like a host, explaining with a magnetic voice, reached out and touched the cartridge lightly, and then closed it after turning to a constant speed, and there was a sound of buckling the revolver.

Everyone felt either that they were fools, or that they were doing something about this situation, but they all watched carefully.

"Of course I can't hear it once." Zhang Jin opened the barrel again, pulled it out as usual, waited until the speed was constant, and then pushed it back.

Someone frowned when the cartridge was snapped back. This person was not too far from Zhang Jin. He was in his 30s with a bearded face.

"Well, maybe someone has heard it." Zhang Jin threw the gun on the table and said, "Hold it yourself and listen to it, and see what kind of 'luck' your boss relies on to play this game."

The bearded man reached out and put down the gun, stepped forward to pick up the revolver with a solemn face, opened it, turned it, closed it, and listened attentively under the eyes of everyone.

Everyone was even more confused, the ears were not necessarily sensitive, let alone what they could hear when they were far away. Everyone looked at this guy repeating Zhang Jin's movements time and time again in doubt, and the face of this person became more and more serious. Ugly, even angry.

Zhang Jin blew the smoke and said: "This revolver does not have a single shot, and each bullet hole has different scratches. If someone with good ears can hear where the bullet is closed at the moment it is closed, And the person who fits the bullet knows which hole the bullet is loaded in, as long as he can count from one to six, he can play if he can count soldiers and generals, did I explain clearly enough?"

All the villains changed their faces when they heard this. They were able to join the Revolver Gang because they thought that the fat man was fat enough. Although this game is terrible, it is somewhat fair. Being killed is your fate. Anyway, this world will count one day. one day.

But now they suddenly found out that they were cheated, everything was a scam, the fat man was cheating, but they were really betting with their lives. They used to worship like idols, but at this moment, they lost everything.

"Old gun, is it real?"

"Old Gun, you are talking."

There is still a glimmer of hope among the villains, they don't want to be really a fool.

The old gun who was testing the gun suddenly became furious. He took the revolver and smashed the fat man's head on the table desperately.

Zhang Jin had to get up and get out of the way, and walked leisurely in front of the platform at Qinghong Station.

Qing Hong watched the fat man's head being smashed into pieces, and said in astonishment, "When did you find out?"

"The moment I took the gun." Zhang Jin replied lightly, looking at the villains.

Qing Hong was stunned for a moment, could it be that Zhang Jin was a gambler in the past, he could detect such cheating behavior at a glance, and then used the fat man's cheating method to control the position of the bullet?But the fat man didn't hear it because of Mao, and the fat man changed the order of shooting, what if the fat man didn't change it?
"Brothers, the Revolver gang is a joke, and the fat revolver is a big joke. This fat man cheated us by cheating. How many of our brothers died under our own guns. We can live until now and we are gone. How much luck, this Revolver Gang is nothing!" Old Gun cursed angrily, smashing the fat man's head obviously couldn't let him vent his anger.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Mongrel!"

……

The villains of the Revolver Gang immediately exploded, and rushed up one by one, smashing the fat man's body with gun butts, fists, and anything they could get.

Qing Hong couldn't help closing her eyes, her stomach started to vomit.

"It's none of our business, take someone away." Zhang Jin went over to put down the hanging man, and the woman who had been put down earlier hurriedly went to help her and walked out.

Qing Hong saw that everyone was smashing the fat man's body, frowned, jumped off the platform and walked out.

Because the man was seriously injured, Qing Hong had to help in the courtyard of the slaughterhouse to bandage the wound.

She couldn't help but asked Zhang Jin, "How did you figure out that Fatty would be the first to fire the fifth shot?"

Zhang Jin took out a bag of biscuits from his pocket to the rescued little girl, turned his head and said with a smile: "IQ is very important at any time, after all, the fat man is still a gambler, and he is self-righteous and smart, let him fall into the trap." What's so difficult about traps?"

Qing Hong looked up at Zhang Jin with admiration and was even more surprised: "You are too scary."

What she said was from the bottom of her heart. Looking back on everything, Zhang Jin was acting from the beginning, letting the fat man walk into the trap step by step, but she herself was in fear from the moment she walked into the door. It was the first time since the end of the world that she felt death like that. Being so close to him, in the end it was all under Zhang Jin's control. Fortunately, this person is now an ally, otherwise it would be unimaginable to provoke such a person.

Especially what Zhang Jin said to the fat man, "I have a habit of playing with other people in whatever way other people like, and I will use his method to play back." Thinking about it makes people shudder, fat man is real now Died by his own gun.

However, Qing Hong still glared at Zhang Jin, causing herself to worry for a long time, and her body was drenched in cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)