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Peter was scared!

He was really frightened by Gao Jun's ambitions.

I actually want to print a portrait on the back of the dollar, OMG, if this is spread, it will definitely be laughed off, and an arms dealer wants to be a "great man" and conquer the dollar?

"You don't believe it?" Gao Jun took a deep sip of his cigar, feeling that the taste of lighting a fire with a hundred dollars was really different, squinting his eyes, seeing Peter's flushed face, his mind moved, and asked.

"I have to say, it's a crazy idea, boss." Peter was tempted to support him, but reason told him that the idea was "idiotic".

Gao Jun shrugged his shoulders and didn't care.

Knock knock.

A slightly hurried knock sounded, Gao Jun was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Peter, who hurriedly stood up to open the door, and saw an employee standing at the door, "Boss, there is a man named Princeman down there who came to the door, and he said... He knows who you are, and you know who he is. ”

Gao Jun's expression moved.

He had Sosfia contact Filarette, who had said the name of Major Vympel.

"Looks like you're welcome."

But that's not like the temper of a semaphor.

There are also many old Maozi's old departments in the hwp, veterans of any army, and the most they say together is the arrogance of these special forces, maybe the uncle is used to it, and often clashes with other armies in the station, and they are still more ruthless, so the signal flag and alpha are called "two murderers in the snow!" ”

"Ask them to come up." Gao Jun touched his chin, his thumb clasped his beard, and his left hand tapped the sofa rhythmically, Peter's eyebrows were constantly beating with the rhythm of the fingers.

"Boss, Mr. Princeman, they're here."

About three to five minutes later, the employee knocked on the door and came in, followed by several strong men, the muscles under the clothes were faintly visible, and his eyes were staring at Gao Jun very unkindly, but he was the only Asian in this room.

"Damn it! I don't know where the monkey came from. ”

On the right back side, there was a Russian guy with a face like a shoehorn muttering, although he spoke Russian, but Peter was a member of the wild boy, he majored in English, and Russian was not bad, so he could naturally understand it, and Sosphia top students could also understand it, frowning.

When the other Russians heard this, they all burst into laughter except for Princemann, and they did not hide it.

"You're looking for death!" Peter gritted his teeth, "Believe it or not, I'll shove your head in your puff hole and make you lick your own xx!" ”

He scolded in Russian, and the laughing Russians stiffened suddenly, but then, this Maozi's character came up, pointing at Peter and scolding, and subconsciously touched the holster, Gao Jun's eyes narrowed, the other party was planning to use weapons, and he took a deep look at the Russian.

The deep kind!

"Peter, a gentleman never gets angry." Gao Jun stretched out his hand to stop him, then looked at Princeman, smiled on his face, and stretched out his hand, "Welcome to Asmara, Mr. Princesman." ”

The Russians looked down at Gao Jun, and then... Ignored!

He clasped his hands, said with a muffled face, and looked Gao Jun up and down, "Filaret and those whites in the headquarters... People ask me to listen to you, of course I will..."After he said this, his tone paused, wanting to see some clues from Gao Jun's face, but the fox had several faces, and he couldn't see the real face, "But, you know, we have our own rules for the signal flag, you want us to listen to you, play a game?" ”

Gao Jun's eyes narrowed, "What do you want to play?" ”

"Russian turntable!"

Princeman grinned.

Gao Jun and the others sank their eyes at the same time, and became even more unhappy, this is to come to find fault.

It is said that this gambling began in World War I, when defeated Russian soldiers borrowed wine in the barracks to drink to cheer up. Therefore, this gambling method is called "Russian roulette". In 1978, Terry Cash, the lead singer of the Chicago rock band in the United States, became a ghost of a gun while performing this game, and before he died, he kept saying "It's okay, this shot is not loaded." In 1988, in a large casino in Mexico City, the singing superstar known as the "Son of Mexico". Doug also became a martyr of this game, and someone wrote on his tombstone: "It turns out that bullets smell like this." ”

Later, this kind of game was officially banned by the United States!

There was a strong ferocity in Gao Jun's eyes, he wanted to force himself to death?

However, Gao Jun thought about it more, was this his own meaning or Filarette's meaning?

"How about it, Mr. Gao, do you dare?" Princeman smiled and shrugged. "Of course if you don't dare, when I didn't say it, you were also trying to control us!"

Gao Jun took a deep breath and pressed his thumb against his finger bones, "I haven't felt a stimulus in a long time, Peter, the whole place." ”

Peter glared at Princeman viciously, trying to remind Gao Jun, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he swallowed back, so he and his employees sorted out the coffee table and slapped a revolver on the table.

Gao Jun unloaded the magazine, and after removing all the bullets inside, he pressed one back, shook it towards Princeman, loaded it, and opened the safe.

"Do you come first, or do I come first?"

Princeman couldn't imagine that Gao Jun really had the temper to play with him like this, which made him really unable to play for a while, this was made up by himself, if he accidentally killed Gao Jun, those old and immortal bastards in the headquarters would definitely not let him go, and he might go to a military court, or even be sentenced!

He is not yet 40 years old, and although the future is not very bright, he does not want to spend a few years in prison.

But if you want him to have stage fright, this is not the style of Lao Maozi, they drink too much, and the bear can beat him.

There are subordinates watching at the back, if you don't do it, this will be repaid, people can do without, and you have to have face.

"I'll come first." Princeman took a deep breath and grabbed the revolver.

Hey!

He felt so comfortable holding this gun in his hand...

But at this time, I didn't care much, closed my eyes, and pulled the trigger very decisively on the door of my head.

This startled everyone, but there was a sound in the air, and Princeman breathed a sigh of relief, and the members of the semaphore behind him all raised their hands and cheered unscrupulously, and a smile cracked on his face, "Sir, it's your turn..."

, good luck.

Gao Jun tilted his head, and just about to stretch out his hand, he saw a hand grabbing it, he was stunned, raised his head, and saw that Princeman actually shot a few shots at the head, and it was all empty!

Is he God's illegitimate son?

This luck is too good, right, all five rounds are empty?

A total of six bullets, that is, Gao Jun will die?!

"Mr. Gao, it seems that I won, of course, if you are scared, you can give up, after all, Asians are like this." Princeman's voice was still a little shaky, but it sounded rampant.

For a time, the choice lies with Gao Jun!

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