The golden fingers of the death game are all beautiful girls

"Come on! Use whatever hole cards you have!"

"Unknown, struggling."

"Isn't this the script you gave me?"

"Don't you like it?"

"This base is just the two of us!"

"Hahaha...you can't escape, you can't hide!"

There are only the two of them in the base now, and the slow footsteps of the drunken man can be heard quietly getting closer.

His voice was loud, low and hoarse, and his breathing was a little short.

It can be heard that the physical condition is not good, and it should not be able to last for too long.

However, being in poor health doesn't mean that you can't kill yourself in the limited space and time!

Listening to the sound quietly, the drunk person should have reached the entrance aisle on the first floor, and at the place where he has the most advantage, he bit off the spring and threw the grenade viciously.

This blow kills the drunk man!

The initiative is in your own hands!

only.

The lights have not been turned off at this moment, and the base is still relatively bright.

The drunk man was always on guard against a grenade that might be thrown suddenly.

Naturally, it can be seen that the aisle space at the entrance of the negative floor is narrow, which is the best place for Jingjing to counterattack.

Once the grenade is thrown, I have already made plans to withdraw it.

But I have to say that after the grenade hit the wall, the angle at which it bounced towards the drunk was too right.

What made the drunk man, a lunatic, instinctively was not to avoid, but his eyes lit up, and he made a crazy decision!

He suddenly quickened his pace, like kicking a football, raised his foot high, and even kicked it towards the grenade!

Moreover, it really kicked it, and it was kicked out towards the hall on the first floor.

The grenade exploded in the air after flying a few meters.

Boom-!

With a loud bang.

The flames of the explosion and the pungent smoke swept away all at once.

"Hahaha!"

"Little girl, you already have no way out..."

The smoke from the grenade explosion filled the air, making the vision even more unclear.

But the drunk man laughed loudly, as if this exciting scene was in line with the script in his mind.

Obviously walking around under the scythe of death, but it made the drunken person even more excited.

At this moment, Jing Jing seized the opportunity and suddenly burst out of the smoke, rushing directly in front of the drunken man.

The padded jacket had been taken off, and the tulle of the Hanfu was stained with dust, and it followed her figure in the mist.

"Uncle, you have no way out!"

She waved her left hand vigorously, and the powder in her hand rushed towards the drunk man's face.

The drunk man was stunned for a moment, not knowing what the powder was, and subconsciously closed his eyes, the big mad dog in his hand had already shot!

Da Da Da Da!

The sound of bullets continued to echo in the negative floor of the base.

"what--!!!"

Drunk people can hear Jing Jing's heart-piercing cry.

At such a close distance, it is impossible for Jingjing not to be shot!

In my mind, I can imagine that Jing Jing's body is under the bullet, and the blood is spattered!

She must die!

The drunk man even smelled the smell of blood that made him intoxicated!

It's just that drunk people don't understand.

No matter how powerful the powder is, it can kill himself.

This kind of style of play that all dies together makes sense, right?

Drunk people are the kind of people who go crazy and don't give a damn.

After all, if it wasn't for the death game, he would have jumped off the rooftop long ago.

Quiet, it's not like that!

Why did she do this? !

The time was too short, and there was no time for the drunk to figure it out.

Suddenly, something pierced his neck, causing a stinging and burning pain.

Jing Jing's proud voice sounded beside her ear: "Uncle!"

"bye!"

"The game card activates!"

"SSR, go back in time!"

Following Jing Jing's words, the drunk was dumbfounded.

After being shot, Jing Jing who threw herself on her body, Jing Jing who gave her neck a slap, suddenly disappeared.

Back in time?

She hasn't changed anything, is she backtracking?

How far back, and where?

The Drunk Man is completely fooled by an SSR card.

He pursues drama, pursues excitement.

but……

The current excitement and drama have exceeded his thinking range.

I didn't know what to do for a while.

The drunken man didn't know what Jing Jing had sprinkled on his face. At this moment, his face was burning hot, and his eyes couldn't be opened no matter what.

Even after chasing, I don't know where to go chasing!

The drunk man desperately ran a few steps forward, feeling that he had already reached the back floor, he took a big mad dog and shot indiscriminately!

Da-da-da-!

but.

Apart from his gunshot, there was no other sound at all.

In the empty base, it seemed that only the drunk man was left.

Losing his vision made him feel extremely horrified.

It was as if he had returned to the lowest period of his life.

Alone in a messy room, slowly being swallowed by darkness.

The body, together with the mind, decays and falls away bit by bit.

Hope is gradually disappearing.

When the drunk finds that the bullet is empty.

He already knew clearly that his situation was over.

He lost.

can.

It is obvious that we have reached a desperate situation, a desperate situation.

There is no way to turn it over again.

The drunk man laughed abnormally.

Death, in his eyes, is not terrible.

Terrible, just a boring death!

Hum——!

Dropped the gun in his hand.

He grabbed the steel hairpin tied around his neck and pulled it out.

If you don't pull it out at all, it will only make your injury continue to worsen.

Throw away the steel hairpin casually.

Tremblingly, he took out his baton from under his clothes and shook it.

"It was... lost to a little girl..."

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

"Such an ending...is...not bad..."

The drunk man laughed at himself while waving his baton intoxicated.

As if, all this was just a dream.

No matter what the ending is, whether you are dead or alive.

At this moment, he is enjoying his own script.

Soon, with the end of time for the powerful card Drunk Man.

His body was getting weaker and weaker, and he didn't even have the strength to swing the baton.

blah-!

With trembling hands, I can no longer hold the baton.

The drunk man completely lost the strength to stand up, and staggered and fell to the ground.

Lying quietly on the cold ground, he murmured, "This...is...yours..."

"Back...backhand..."

"Hahaha……"

"Interesting... Interesting!"

"If you survive..."

"Survive in a situation where I am also seriously injured, and get out alive..."

"Then how interesting it would be!"

"Unfortunately...unfortunately..."

"Cough cough cough..." Blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

Quietly hid in the shadow of the negative floor, watching the drunk finally die.

Only then supported the injury on his right arm, and walked to the side of the drunken man step by step.

Her card is an SSR card, which can make her body time back for 10 seconds, and it is invalid for the items on her body.

At this moment, the gunshot wound she had just been shot by a drunk man had disappeared, leaving only the original gunshot wound on her right arm.

The Hanfu is in tatters and has not been restored.