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Chapter 320 Bullets(2/2)

With one last aim.
"Beat! Beat him to death! Beat him to death!!"
Lehman was chanting almost crazily, praying to God to bless this shot to kill the scout in his team.
At this time, there was only one bullet left in the revolver magazine.
With the chance that the magazine will be re-rotated every time a shot is fired, there is now only a one-sixth chance of killing the scout holding the monocular.
Under the tragic death, the short scout of the slave-catching team looked at the muzzle of the gun with heartbroken.
He heard his captain yelling.
In the face of death, he jumped up to his feet crazily and cursed Leman loudly.
Crying and cursing is like screaming.
"God! Allah! Bodhisattva!"
"Bless me! Bless me!"
"One in six chance! Don't let it be my turn!"
The scout man fell to his knees and cried bitterly.
He pointed at Lehman with one hand and looked at the black muzzle with a crazy expression:
"You can't kill me! This shot can't kill me!"
"Beat him to death! Beat him to death!"
"He is the one who deserves to die!"
"I'm a good person!"
Piety, regret.
The crying scout man had never believed so devoutly in the existence of gods.
He didn't want to be shot in the head, and he didn't want to die.
He regretted why he joined the slave-catching team and why he left the city.
Fighting Dog 77, whose thighs were bruised and fleshy, looked at the ridiculous scene in front of him and felt happy in his heart.
Unlike the slave-catching team, Lin An is like a devil.
In his eyes, Lin An was simply a divine messenger sent from heaven.
Right, that is it!
These damn bastards should die in pain and torture!
On the motorcycle, Lin Ruolan looked at Lin An's back with a complicated expression, feeling a little dazed.
After eating all the dried meat, she was ready to wait for death but now she came to her senses.
She saw what Lin An wanted to do.
Although she could not understand the power of Lin An and others, at this moment, she no longer regarded Lin An as that group of despicable nobles.
Cruel and brutal?
No.
This is how you should treat the beasts of the slave-catching team.
Gao Tian and Zhang Tie stood casually on both sides, feeling happy and happy.
As awakened people, they naturally heard the previous discussion of the slave-catching team.
Hunting slaves, using living people to make furniture, and making soup from babies.
The most important thing is.
How dare these idiots take a chance on themselves and others?
Under gunpoint, Lehman and the scout stared at each other bitterly, wishing that the other would die.
In the constant voice of prayer.
"boom!"
Flames erupted from the muzzle, and the scout man's head exploded into pieces.
ecstasy!
The headless corpse fell sideways.
Lehman watched infatuatedly as his men's heads were blown apart, a feeling of extreme ecstasy as blood surged to his brain.
he died!
I'm alive!
One in six probability! God blessed me!
Pooh!
Damn skinny monkey, if you die, I can live!
He hurriedly knelt back to Lin An's feet in a flattering manner, with an ugly smile on his face:
"Sir, there are no more bullets..."
Five bullets killed five companions.
There are no bullets in today's revolvers.
Russian turntable?
Inexplicable.
After escaping in the face of death, he stupidly laughed at the gun.
I don’t know if today is my lucky day.
Lin An looked at Lehman in front of him with a gentle smile:
"That's right."
"Out of bullets."
"Click-click"
There was a crisp sound of the magazine being empty, and the revolver's hammer had a bye when the trigger was pulled.
The moment Lehman's trigger sounded, his body trembled instinctively.
No bullets...
No bullets...
He gasped and giggled. Under the extreme pressure, joy and fright, his mind began to blur.
"Sir, there are no more bullets."
"You promise..."
"Bang~"
Suddenly, Lin An made a random sound and made a bang like a prank.
The sound is very light but powerful.
An invisible mental shock erupted.
His head exploded into pieces while he was giggling.
Lin An looked at the body lying on the ground in surprise, then shook his head slightly.
"who told you that."
"No bullets..."
"You can't kill anyone?"
Chapter completed!
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