Bug Master In Doomsday

"Since you are clear, I won't go into details if it is redundant. How many bullets?!"

Jack's mouth was full of smiles, and five or six pure golden bullets were held in his snow-white palms. The crisp sound of metal collision made his eyes squinted comfortably!

"One, I think the game will be longer and more exciting! Mr. Jack, don't you think so!" Wang Mang put his hands on the table and looked at Jack Yao face to face.

"Okay!" Jackie glanced at Wang Mang, and without hesitation, he opened the barrel of the revolver and put a pure gold bullet directly into it!

"According to the rules, you come and turn, you start!" The corners of Jack's mouth rose slightly, and a pair of narrow and sinister eyes were narrowed together. Just by looking at it, you can realize his unconcealed deep malice!

"Then I will start first!" Wang Mang did not refuse, and chuckled at Jack Yao, then picked up the revolver on the desk.

Seeing that there was only one bullet in the reel, he took a breath, turned the dial and shook it abruptly, "Kacha!" In an instant, Wang Mang closed the barrel of the gun, and no one could see the bullet. In which chamber it will be!

Wang Mang held the golden revolver tightly, and the incomparable special induction came out instantly.

But when the mental power that exceeded the normal number of people came into contact with the revolver, his mind shook suddenly! It is impossible to penetrate! !

Sitting across from Wang Mang, Jack Yao seemed to have seen Wang Mang's intentions. He smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and ridiculed, "Oh, my dear guest, are you in trouble? !"

Wang Mang let out a deep sigh of turbidity, and his plain expression didn't show any strangeness.

He smiled slightly, his muzzle was pointed at his slightly beating temple, and a trace of cold sweat oozes from Wang Mang's forehead.

"Crack~pop!" The sound of the hammer missed, Wang Mang's violently beating heart finally relaxed. For the first time, he didn't die!

"Luck is really good!" Jack Yao looked at Wang Mang's appearance, the calmness on his face was no longer the same as before.

He held the revolver and tugged at his slightly tight neckline. The expensive suit was a bit messy at the moment, but Jack Hao didn't have the slightest intention to smooth the clothes!

He held the gun with one hand and pointed his straight muzzle at his head. After three to five minutes, he did not pull the trigger. Just when Wang Mang was about to ridicule, ‘crack~pop! With a sound, the hammer failed! He was not dead this time either! !

"Hoho!" Jack's long, narrow and gloomy eyes gradually showed strands of red blood, which looked quite horrible.

He looked a little crazy and slapped the revolver on the table and pushed it to Wang Mang's hand, "It's your turn, guest! A quarter probability, tusk, be careful!"

"Don't worry about this, I believe I will win this game~!" Wang Mang smiled coldly, holding the exquisite revolver against his left brain,

Breathing was slow and rapid, but Wang Mang's eyes were unabated. Even if his mental induction failed, he was very sure to judge the position of the bullet. At least a quarter of the probability, he had the confidence to guess right!

The trigger was slowly pulled down, and the hammer of the revolver rose high, "click~pop!" The hammer fell instantly, the empty barrel and the sound of the hammer were so pleasing to the ear!

"It's your turn! One-third probability!" Wang Mang smiled and pushed the revolver to Jack's body, looked at his crazy appearance, and narrowed his eyes slightly!