Free Soldier King Mixed Country

Xiao Yi laughed. Jock knew that Xiao Yi was the person in the organization. This was already a surprise. At this moment, Xiao Yi told him that it was Claude’s commission and asked Xiao Yi to come and find him. His grandson.

"Crowder, this old thing, will find your head."

"So, if the person above took the task, I had to act according to the task. If I didn’t bring back Claude’s grandson, I would have to be punished by the organization. In order not to punish me, I had to ask you Mr. Hand it over."

"Do you think I will hand over Claude's grandson to you so easily? Claude's grandson is indeed in my hands, but he has a great effect on me Jock, I can't Just let people go."

Jock said at the moment that Bell's role has only been played out a little bit, and it will be of great use in the future. He is still reluctant to let Claude's grandson leave so easily.

Xiao Yi took off a painting hanging on the wall, then carefully removed the frame, rolled up the painting inside, and stuffed it into his clothes.

All of this was done so casually, as if this painting was originally Xiao Yi's. After finishing these, Xiao Yi focused on other paintings.

I took it earlier, but an oil painting worth more than three million US dollars was considered to be Jock's favorite. Seeing Xiao Yi seemed to be endless, Jock suddenly became angry.

"Xiao Yi is my home, please be respectful. Everything in the home is my own private property."

"Of course I know, so I am taking you here, not taking other people's."

Xiao Yi smiled and said, just like finding a chance to make a fortune, such a good painting, it feels like a waste in Jock's place.

It's better to take it off and put it in your own home, or put it in the company. It seems that the company is tall. Anyway, it's a thing for nothing, don't want it for nothing.

"You! Do you think you are a robber? In my home, it is more casual than your own home!"

Qiao Ke said that Xiao Yi really wanted to tell Qiao Kesheng that he was now a robber, and those oil tankers were Xiao Yi's handwriting.

In order to finish things smoothly, he still didn't tell Jock. After Jock knew it, he couldn't be mad. Xiao Yi collected two transformations. This was a bit reluctant to let go, and turned to look at Jock.

"Mr. Jock, you should understand one thing. What I said to you is to ask you to give people to me. Do you know what it means to give them to me? Today I must take people away."

"Huh! Don't think you are the person of that organization, I will be scared here, this is my Jock's house, but with you alone, I really don't believe what you will do."

Xiao Yi looked through Jock's gaze and understood what Jock meant. Now Jock is waiting for the delay, waiting for things to turn around, so that he doesn't have to agree to Xiao Yi's terms.

After understanding this, Xiao Yi laughed, and he held a gun at Jock, with a sense of bullying. He walked to Jock's side and patted Jock's shoulder with a hand.

"Since you don't plan to hand over the people, then for fairness, let's take a gamble. If you win and I leave, what if I win, what about the person I want to take away?"

"Hehe, the bet you said is nothing more than just adding favorable conditions to you. This is totally unfair."

Xiao Yi didn't speak, opened the revolver and stuffed a bullet into it. There were six bullet holes and six bullets in total. Now one of the bullet slots contained bullets.

Then he arranged the gun, and Xiao Yi turned it back and forth, looking at the confused Jock in front of him, Xiao Yi explained here.

"Next, we play a game. There is only one bullet in the gun, which means that there will be six bullets at most. There will be bullets. I randomly turn around a few times, and then we each shoot our heads. We forgot before. Having said that, those who lose will lose their lives."

Xiao Yi explained the rules of the game and told what to do next. Jock felt that Xiao Yi in front of him was like a lunatic.

Because Xiao Yi had already occupied favorable conditions, why had to propose such rules of the game, but this seemed to be a chance to win, so Joke agreed.

"Well, since you said it, and I am not a cowardly person, then I am here to agree to your request, but you must be the first to come."

"I knew you would say that."

Xiao Yi took the gun and fired at his head, very decisive, without any hesitation, the first shot was empty.

Jock looked a little scary. When he took the gun, Jock's hand was trembling, and he raised his head to look at Xiao Yi from time to time. Xiao Yi still had a relaxed expression on his face.

"Please Mr. Jock."

"Do you think I really dare not?"

"I really don't think you dare."

Xiao Yi said with a smile, Jock held the gun, hesitated for a while, closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger. He was so nervous that there were beads of sweat on his nose.

The gun did not sound. At this moment, Jok was already sweating all over. He was shaking, put the pistol down, and threw it to Xiao Yidao.

"It seems that fate is very good for me, it's up to you!"

Xiao Yi did not have the ink marks of Jock. He held a gun to his head with a shot. This shot was still empty, and Xiao Yi's expression was very calm.

"Fate is also good for me, it's your turn!"

This kind of back and forth, until Xiao Yi fired the fifth shot, the bullet still did not come out, Jock already felt it was difficult to breathe, and swallowed saliva constantly to cover up his nervousness.

It was intended that Xiao Yi would play with fire and set himself on fire during this process, and died under the gun. As a result, Xiao Yi is still intact, but he is in danger.

"The last shot, it looks like you are in danger now. I can give you a choice. If you hand it over, you can give up the game."

Xiao Yi smiled and said that there was only one last chance, and the most important one, which meant that whoever shot would die at the gunpoint.

"Xiao Yi, you..."

"Next, you choose yourself."

Xiao Yi threw the pistol to Jock, Jock was holding the revolver, his hand was shaking constantly, there were bullets in it, and it was definitely not an empty gun.

If he shot it out, he would definitely die. After Jock paused for a while, he suddenly grabbed the gun and pointed at Xiao Yi's head again.

"Thank you! Thank you for giving me this opportunity. Everything is thanks to you. Is there any dying words?"

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