"Boss!" Daofeng called Zhao Ziyang.

"Shut up!" Zhao Ziyang scolded, gently pressing the trigger with his right index finger, and a cruel and ferocious smile appeared on his face.

In the eyes of others, he is playing a huge gamble with his own life, and the object of this huge gamble is very unequal to him. It is simply a ridiculous gamble between a lion and an ant.

But Zhao Ziyang knew that he was actually making a huge bet with himself, and it had nothing to do with the small character in front of him. If he won the bet, he would immediately find Angel waiting for him in the hotel; if he lost the bet, it wouldn't matter, since there were fewer lurkers, he would still be there

Turn. As for avenging his comrades, he didn't think much about it. If he couldn't win the bet, how could he avenge his comrades?

Zhao Ziyang didn't know that he had become an out-and-out lunatic. Just as he thought when he first joined the Lurkers, he had to become a lunatic, otherwise it would be difficult to gain a foothold.

The surrounding lurker mercenaries watched Zhao Ziyang slowly pull the trigger, their hearts stopped beating in an instant, and they held their breaths as they watched Zhao Ziyang shoot themselves.

There was a dead silence in the bar, and the atmosphere was extremely tense. Even the female bodyguards stopped breathing and looked at Zhao Ziyang with strange eyes.

"Well..." Zhao Changzheng couldn't help but exclaimed, but immediately covered his mouth with both hands to suppress his discordant tone.

"Hehehehe..." Zhao Ziyang smiled sinisterly.

This smile made the scalp of the felon sitting opposite him tingle, giving rise to a creepy feeling. The person in front of him was no longer a human being, but a neurotic patient suffering from severe schizophrenia. Russian roulette had lost its meaning.

, this is basically the Oriental man in front of me playing alone, and he is just a supporting partner.

As the index finger slowly pulls the trigger, the pistol's needle device slowly moves backwards until it reaches the top, and then impacts forward at an extremely fast speed, allowing the separated needle to gain sufficient distance to exert force before slamming into the bullet.

Primer.

Everyone's hearts twitched heavily at the moment the needle hit them, their eyes widened, and they prayed wildly in their hearts.

"Pop..." a crisp sound came out, and the needle dropped.

"Huh..." An almost exhausted breath came from the room: No bullets!

Omo opened his clenched fists and rubbed his palms hard on his combat uniform trousers, wiping away the sweat that had soaked in due to nervousness.

"Continue." Without blinking, Zhao Ziyang turned the beer bottle and started the next round of Russian roulette.

The lurker mercenaries who had just relaxed became nervous again, staring at the rotating beer bottle, looking at the mouth of the bottle and slowing down until it was completely still.

The mouth of the bottle pointed at Zhao Ziyang again. It seemed that Zhao Ziyang's luck was not with him today.

"It's you again! It's you again!" The felon shouted nervously and happily, reaching out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The ferocity and arrogance just now were no longer visible on his face, replaced by the fear of death. He met someone who was even more ruthless, so ruthless that it made his heart tremble.

Zhao Ziyang put the pistol against his head again and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Snapped……"

"Uh..." Omo let out a long moan that even he himself didn't know existed in his throat, and his two elephant-like legs felt sore.

He is a veteran of Russian roulette and knows better than anyone what it is like to actually sit down and play this game. It is a kind of fear and tension that is difficult to suppress. The excitement rising in the heart will expand the fear to the greatest extent, and then

The fear of expansion adds to the excitement that no game can replace.

Omo clearly remembered that he almost peed his pants the first time he played. After playing, he fell into severe collapse and it took him several days to recover. By now, he was so impressed by this Chinese special forces soldier that his boss couldn't help but

Just like no one is doing anything.

As for Zhao Changzheng, he couldn't bear it and squatted on the ground for a long time, watching Zhao Ziyang with his life as a bet with a pair of frightened eyes, fearing that a bullet would blow Zhao Ziyang's head off.

The little wild cat looked at Zhao Ziyang sitting there in disbelief. She didn't expect that things would turn out like this. She held a copper coin in her hand and wanted to knock off Zhao Ziyang's gun, but she couldn't make up her mind.

Should it be knocked out? She was sure that if Zhao Ziyang's gun was knocked out at this time, Zhao Ziyang would definitely become violent and kill him without hesitation.

"Continue." Zhao Ziyang put the gun down, grinned, and spun the Russian roulette wheel again.

Tension rose again, and the atmosphere in the bar was replaced by this extreme tension. Even the smell of blood from the corpse disappeared.

Tick ​​lick... The beer bottle started spinning rapidly again, and when it stopped, it finally pointed at the tattooed felon in accordance with Omo and others' wishes.

The felon looked at the mouth of the bottle facing him and his expression changed. He knew that he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of the mental torture before death.

A person walking on the street and being shot through the head by a bullet may not be afraid even if he is fighting with others and dying under the knife of others, because he has no time to be afraid. But like a death row inmate in prison who knows that he will die, he is

During the long wait, I became more and more frightened day by day. When I was taken to the execution ground, I would become incontinent and my whole body would be paralyzed because of the fear of death.

Two different kinds of death, two different reactions. Death is not scary. What is scary is the mental torture of knowing that you are going to die.

The revolver was pointed at the felon's head, causing his body to twitch uncontrollably.

"Bang!" The barrel of the gun burst into flames, and a bullet was fired at the felon, piercing his right chest, and a spurt of blood spattered out.

Zhao Ziyang moved the muzzle of the gun a little. He had no intention of killing this guy with one shot.

"Hehe..." Zhao Ziyang laughed, licked his lips at the serious criminal and said, "There are four more bullets, let's continue."

Tick ​​lick... the beer bottle started spinning again, and a new round began again.

"Madman...madman..." Blade muttered to himself after seeing this scene.

"Yes, the special forces are crazy, even crazier than us." Pandora, who had been silent since the fight, opened her mouth to speak. Zhao Ziyang must be crazier than them all.

The winning or losing game of Russian roulette only depends on the one that withstands live ammunition. Either you die or I die. It will never drag on. But Zhao Ziyang is still playing without killing the opponent. The opponent has one more chance of survival. He will die.

There will be one more chance, and even a fool can see it.

Zhao Ziyang is naturally not stupid. Since he is not stupid, he is a complete schizophrenic, a lunatic, and a lunatic whose thinking is different from that of a lunatic.

"Bang!" Zhao Ziyang raised his hand and fired another shot, shooting the serious criminal through his left chest.

The balance of luck began to tilt towards Zhao Ziyang. It seemed that God knew that he could not afford to offend this lunatic, and would rather let him stay in the world and go crazy.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The felon's legs were shot through by Zhao Ziyang again, and he lay limply on the ground, his eyes exuding fear and pleading. Such torture made him overwhelmed, and he would rather be shot dead.

"There is one bullet left." Zhao Ziyang removed the bullet casing and let the felon see clearly the last bullet in the wheel.

"Wow..." "Click!"

The wheel was buckled again after rapid rotation, and the beer bottle was spinning again close to the ground.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

All eyes are fixed on the last game, maybe the life of one of them will end in this game.

"Zizzizi..." The sound of the beer bottle rubbing against the floor was so harsh that it made people feel unspeakably irritated.

The mouth of the bottle suddenly faced Zhao Ziyang after the last turn, and the balance of luck tilted again.

"Hahahaha... It's your turn, it's your turn, hahahaha..." The felon burst out laughing, with a different kind of blush on his painful face.

Zhao Ziyang, who was holding the pistol, thought for a moment, then stood up and stretched.

After stretching, Zhao Ziyang suddenly stepped on the felon's chest, thrust the revolver in his right hand into the man's laughing mouth like lightning, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

A bloody arrow shot out from behind the occipital bone of the felon's head. The deformed bullet penetrated the skull and hit the ground. Then it bounced into the air and became a stray bullet.

Blood flowed out from the mouth of the convicted prisoner and from the bullet holes in the back of his head. His eyes were wide open and full of reluctance, as if he was accusing Zhao Ziyang of not following the rules and breaking the rules of the game.

"I'm sorry." Zhao Ziyang let out a disdainful laugh, moved his feet and said to the corpse: "I set the rules. Just now - whoever the bottle mouth was facing was born."

Robber! Shameless! So shameless!

This thought came to everyone in the room, but it doesn't matter, they are shameless to begin with. Do mercenaries need morals? Obviously, no, if they can get money by killing morals, they will kill them without hesitation.

"Bah bang bang..." Zhao Ziyang patted the dust on his butt, waved at the blade and said: "Get the angel heart and deliver it to the hotel in ten minutes."

"Understood!" Blade jumped into a car and returned to the station to get the Angel Heart.

Angel Heart is a diamond necklace, which was inlaid by the best craftsmen of Tiffany Jewelry Company and the best jewelery craftsmen in the world. The diamond is a blood diamond obtained in Sierra Leone, and it is surrounded by bright embellishments.

The small transparent diamonds show purity. The entire diamond necklace presents a heart shape, and its name is named after Angel: Angel Heart.

"Don't disturb me no matter what happens within twenty-four hours." Zhao Ziyang told Pandora.

Pandora smiled, a bright smile. She walked to a corner of the bar, pulled out a flower from a vase, took out a saber and cut off the rhizome quickly, pulled out a thin silk rope from the little wild cat, tied it up and handed it to

To Zhao Ziyang.

"Thank you!" Zhao Ziyang, holding flowers, jumped into the car and drove towards Angel, who was waiting for him. He had won the bet, he was the winner, and the winner would not be hindered by anything.

Gaddafi's female bodyguards had retreated quietly. The scene just now made them fully understand what kind of people they were. No beasts could compare with them. They were a group of lunatics without directional thinking, especially the man in charge.

The leader of the Oriental, his command arouses boundless fear in people.

"Idiot, what are you still doing?" Omo glared and shouted at his teammates: "Go back to Seth, find Seth, let Seth invade the satellite, quickly! Quickly! Quickly!"
Chapter completed!