Little Bartlet slowly picked up the pistol on the table with his right hand, but instead of raising it, it moved to the position of his chest, and it was half raised in front of his chest, and the sweat on his face flowed down like water.

Stretched out his trembling left hand, wiped the sweat that flowed into his panicked eyes, and after a long breath, he slowly raised the pistol in his right hand to his lips with a shudder, and gently touched the body of the gun that was already a little warm with his nervous trembling lips, and muttered some prayers in his mouth.

The people in the hall looked at the minibus in silence, for fear of making a little noise to interrupt the minibus's sacred prayers.

The most nervous thing in this is Chad, this red-faced man with dark brown sè hair, who is the fuse of this incident, the stinky mouth that seems to never stop, at this time he also pursed his lips tightly, and kept sticking out the tip of a red sè tongue between his lips, licking the upper and lower lips that were already moist, to relieve his tension.

If little Bartlet hadn't killed himself, he would have been the next hapless man, and the chance of death had increased from 1 in 6 to 1 in 3.

Before, when he shot John on the bus, he always had a gloating expression on his face, but now that he picked up the pistol from the minibus, he started to sweat nervously.

Gao Hongsheng quietly watched the minibus and prayed, and did not mean to urge, but the beauty queen Xiyan behind him poked Gao Hongsheng's back and said softly: "What is that foreigner doing?" ”

If Wang Xiyan didn't say anything, Gao Hongsheng would have forgotten about it, and there was such a beautiful woman watching this terrifying game.

Turning his head, he said in a low voice to Wang Xiyan: "He is praying, that is, asking for the blessing of God and Buddha, don't look at it when he shoots in a while, it's very bloody." ”

"Hmph" Wang Xiyan snorted disdainfully with her nose, and did not make any kindness he thought of Gao Hongsheng's kindness.

As little Bartlet's prayer grew louder and louder, his whole face gradually soothed, and the panicked look in his eyes disappeared, but a very determined gaze appeared, and the sweat on his face was also flowing, and his right hand holding the pistol was no longer trembling.

Then I saw that as if he had received an oracle, he reverently drew a cross on his chest with his right hand holding the pistol, and then raised the pistol, aimed it at his right temple, and his eyes gradually filled with a fiery gaze, as if the shot would not shoot a bullet, and slowly pulled the trigger.

The revolver slowly rotated with the movement of his right index finger, turning slightly to the next chamber, and the crisp sound of mechanical friction was heard.

The people in the hall stared at the little spinning wheel, holding their breath nervously.

The "click" wheel has been turned into position, and now the minibus only needs to move the index finger of its right hand slightly, and the firing pin in the chamber will be accurately ejected under the action of the spring, whether it hits the primer of the bullet or clicks into the air, it is just a little bit worse.

Little Bartlet didn't move, muttering something in his mouth, and just as people were about to spit out the breath that they couldn't hold back, his right index finger snapped down fiercely.

"Click" A crisp sound of the firing pin hitting the empty chamber came, and countless people, including Gao Hongsheng, took a long breath, followed by some people who cursed in a low voice in frustration and tore up the betting slip in their hands and threw it in the air.

There was really no place in the hall, and the crowd was crowded except for the direction where the bullet could pass through the head of the unlucky ghost and shoot shè, and the rest of the place was already crowded with people, and it was impossible for you to tear up the voucher in your hand and throw it to the ground.

The temperature in the hall continued to rise with the enthusiasm of the people, and even those who had already lost their bets did not leave, but huddled together with everyone to watch the bloody gamble.

Little Bartlet slowly put the pistol in his hand, got up reverently in both hands, and gently placed it on the round table.

Then he slowly sat on the chair, leaned on the back of the chair and let out a long breath, then looked up at his brother's bus, grinned, and gave a big smile to his own brother.

The face of the bus had already blossomed in the sound of "click", with a happy expression on his face, his right hand kept drawing a cross on his chest, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

And after Chad heard the "click" sound, his face had already turned pale and pale, and sweat flowed down the roof of his head like water.

The hands were clenched together, the green tendons on the backs of both hands were clearly visible, and the shoulders trembled slightly and could not control themselves.

The words kept on and on, as if he was cursing something.

It was because of him, but he was lucky enough to draw the last lot, and there were three unlucky ghosts in front of him who shot him in the head, if he had been a little luckier, maybe the game would have been over, but today his luck was really bad, none of the three of them pulled the deadly bullet, and now it was his turn to test his luck.

The further you go in the game, the more interesting it gets, and the odds go from 1 in 6 to 3 in the first person.

If Chad was lucky enough not to shoot himself, then Gao Hongsheng and the four unlucky ghosts would each win thousands of pounds, which was a lot of money.

John still had his eyes closed and leaned tightly against the back of his chair, as if the gamble had nothing to do with him since he had finished pulling the trigger on his head, and had just buried himself deep in the back of the chair.

Whether Chad lamented or cursed, what should be done still has to be done.

When he raised his pistol with his trembling right hand, a single pin could be heard in the hall.

Instead of praying like a minibus, Chad muttered curses at the injustice of fate.

It was really his luck that he had no other feelings than anger today.

Slowly pressing the muzzle of the pistol to his temple, Chad glanced around the room with an angry gaze, and then cursed loudly, "Damn it, damn it." ”

Then, before people could react, the trigger was pulled amid the sound of expletives.

The revolver's wheel turned into position in an instant, and then the firing pin was pushed out by the spring that had been compressed to the limit, striking accurately at the primer of the only bullet in the chamber.

The ** in the primer of the nine-millimeter bullet exploded in an instant under the action of pressure, rushed into the bullet's ammunition with the flame of death along several tiny micropores, ignited the ammunition inside, and after making a loud "bang", the projectile was pushed out of the chamber and accurately entered Chad's temple along the barrel.

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