Lehman fell to his knees, with hard stones hitting his knees.
He couldn't help but gasp for breath, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, and his eyes were filled with fear.
He is no longer as ferocious as before.
Although he was scared to be pointed at a gun, it didn't scare him that much.
What he was afraid of was Lin An's incomprehensible methods.
Next to him, the cruel sight of Zhang Tie being slapped into a ball of minced meat made his mind almost collapse.
That's a strong man over 1.8 meters tall!
A big living person, as if he had been run over by a roller mill, was reduced to flesh and blood.
Where is the power that humans can possess?
As for Lin An twisting the barrel of the gun out of thin air with a wave of his hand, it was beyond his knowledge.
If the men behind him hadn't screamed and rolled on the ground in pain, he would never have been able to believe the scene in front of him.
"Ah!..Ah!.."
The members of the slave-catching team had just come to their senses and were screaming every now and then.
There were bursts of urination coming from underneath me.
Perhaps because of the intensified emotions given by the system, the fear suffered by the entire slave-catching team was multiplied.
People lose the ability to speak when they are extremely frightened.
Lin An saw the muzzle of the gun move sideways, chuckled with interest, and flipped the magazine of the revolver with his fingertips.
"Five bullets, the game begins."
"boom!"
The muzzle spits flames.
The yellow and orange bullets accurately penetrated the screaming head, and the modified revolver was very powerful.
With a dull penetrating sound, the screaming stopped.
A dark bullet hole appeared between the man's eyebrows, and the impact of the bullet penetrated the entire skull.
The body fell down, and a big hole opened in the back of the head.
Splattered blood sprayed on the face, but no one dared to wipe it away.
"Dum bomb?"
Lin An raised his eyebrows slightly.
I didn’t expect that the bullets in the revolver had been modified.
The warhead is carved with a cross. When the bullet penetrates the human body, it loses balance and spins rapidly, forming a huge cavity in the body.
simply put.
The modified dum bomb is cruel but extremely lethal.
Lehman came to his senses after the gunshot, his lips moving and trembling.
"Sir...sir..."
"Please let me go...please...please"
His emotions were so magnified that he couldn't even utter a complete plea for mercy.
Like an insect kowtowing, its forehead bangs when it hits the stone.
He didn't want to die, not at all.
Maybe he didn't feel anything when killing others, and he could even enjoy the tortured wails like music.
But when death befalls one, the so-called dignity and bloodiness become like a joke.
If Lin An could spare his life by kowtowing and begging for mercy, wouldn't he mind eating him?
"Ah."
Lin An chuckled lightly and looked at him as if he were looking at a dead person:
"I said that."
"Don't you like playing games?"
"I'll play with you."
"Four more bullets left."
"I will fire 5 more shots and leave the last shot for you."
"If you're lucky, you might survive."
Like a devil's whisper.
Lehman raised his head in panic and saw Lin An aiming his gun at the braided man with a tattooed face and a grimace.
The revolver magazine rotates, and the mechanical rotation sound is like the hand of death.
He understood what Lin An meant.
The revolver magazine is filled with 6 bullets.
Remove one and there are 5 left.
Including the shot fired by the demon in front of me...
As long as all the next four shots kill his companions, the fifth shot, which is the last shot, will be a bye because there are no bullets in the magazine.
As long as you are lucky enough, you can survive.
For the first time, he began to pray to God and pray to the gods.
Beat the braided man to death!
If he dies, there will be one less bullet!
As long as Lin An kills a companion with every shot, he will survive!
For the first time, he was so eager to have his men's heads blown off, even if they were each other's companions.
"No! No! No! No..."
The ghost-faced man, who was good at hunting slaves with chains, watched in horror as the gun was pointed at him, and tried to turn around and escape.
But as a terrifying aura locked onto him, his legs felt like lead.
"boom!"
Gunshot.
Under Lehman's fearful and expectant gaze, the second bullet passed through the ghost-faced man's mouth.
Under the tumbling of the dummy bullet, his chin disappeared.
"thump"
The body staggered to the bottom, and then came the third shot.
Gunshot.
die.
The body fell to the ground.
With three consecutive shots, all three members of the slave-catching team died.
It's their misfortune, but it's also Lehman's luck.
At least that's what Lehman himself feels.
Every time he pulled the trigger, it was like torture for him.
Whenever a bullet misses, you will die.
If the bullets are not missed, the team member will die.
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.
