"Hmm......"

With a muffled snort, the palms of both hands tried to press the wound, but they couldn't stop the blood from gushing out. The shot of Balabellum's bullet at almost zero distance was enough to open a large hole in the person's body, destroying all the internal organs and blood vessels inside.

Just like it is now.

The clothes on Xiang Nanxing's chest were completely soaked with blood, and the hands that were hiding there were also dyed blood-red. He opened his mouth slightly, his eyes wide and looked ahead in disbelief, and Sukhoi, who was just opposite, looked at him with equally wide eyes.

It's just that there is almost no life in those eyes.

A huge hole almost divided Sukhoi's body into two parts, and only some flesh under the ribs on both sides was implicated, and his hands were subconsciously pressed there, but he couldn't cover such a huge wound. The last of his strength was quickly drained with the blood, and Sukhoi's throat made a hissing sound, and the whole person was unwilling to go limp.

Xiang Nanxing looked at him in a daze, and was completely unable to react for a while, allowing the other party's body to lean against his chest, and then slowly slid down and fell to his half-kneeling feet.

To his right, a skinny Chris took a few steps back with a shudder, and finally sat down. His face was stained with the blood that had just splattered out, and he looked like he was wearing a crimson mask, which was particularly terrifying. Chris watched as Sukhoi collapsed with wide eyes, then he turned his head and looked down slowly.

The Browning pistol was in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun seemed to be still smoking. In the chaos just now, the things in the hands of both sides fell off, and he accidentally picked up the pistol.

Then, in the crowd, he accidentally pulled the trigger.

"Ahh

Chris was startled and almost threw the pistol away, but at the moment he was about to leave, he clenched it tightly and raised it to point forward. "Don't come here! Hold it! He yelled hoarsely, as if he was about to spit out all the air in his lungs.

In front of him, Xiang Nanxing, who had just come back to his senses, was about to get up, but he was forced to stop by the muzzle of the gun and raised his hands. A big living person died in front of him in such a bloody way, even if his nerves were tougher than ordinary people, even if he had just seen the previous two tragedies and was mentally prepared, at this time, he was still in shock.

However, Xiang Nanxing's advantage is that the more critical the moment, the more concentrated his spirit is, and he will not be easily frightened by the situation in front of him and lose his mind. It was this strong willpower that allowed him to come back to his senses the moment the other person fell, and quickly began to gather his mood and focus on what to do next—for example, how to beat the level without any more dead.

Chris can't do it.

"You...... You stop! Don't move! He shouted incoherently, and the pistol he held shook into a sieve. Although there is no aiming at this point, at such a distance, the target of a person's torso is so large, even a layman can hit every shot.

"You calm down first, I have no ill intentions."

Xiang Nanxing raised his hands helplessly, but he was secretly complaining in his heart. Chris's series of actions at this time seemed to be completely a conditioned reflex in a panic, and it stands to reason that he would not think of doing "that action", but in this case, no one would dare to bet on it.

At this time, he calmed down a little, and he also remembered that the original Browning pistol only had the loaded bullet, but it had already hit Sukhoi. It stands to reason that Chris should be holding an empty gun in his hand right now.

However, in the hand-to-hand combat just now, the magazine that was originally in Xiang Nanxing's hand had already fallen, and he couldn't see where it fell for a while, and he didn't even know if it was picked up by Chris. At this time, Chris's method of holding the gun made Xiang Nanxing a little uncertain. I don't know if the gun was too heavy or his hands were shaking badly, he used both hands to hold the gun, first his right hand on the grip, and his index finger stretched out to hold the trigger. His left hand dragged under the grip, covering the original magazine.

Judging from his past game experience, Chris is like a child protected by Sukhoi and Ye Hua, and he has never seen him use a gun, not even a weapon. Then it is very likely that he is actually a layman when it comes to firearms, at most to the extent that he has seen some movies. In this case, even if he got the pistol and magazine, he would probably forget about the magazine in a panic.

However, Xiang Nanxing could not take risks at such a critical moment. What if the other party is actually an expert and practices similar actions until they are ripe, even if they are unconscious? You must know that a few hours ago, the two girls he met in that abandoned villa were also delicate, and one turned out to be a murderer who was also good at deceiving people, and the other was a professional killer who was good at playing with guns, and could even make simple bows and arrows with branches and vines to kill.

People can't look good, Xiang Nanxing has seen it too many times. There is only one thing that can be trusted, and that is the observations.

But at this angle, because of the occlusion of his left hand, Xiang Nanxing couldn't see whether he had put the magazine back into the gun. And he couldn't look at it too much, because he was afraid that looking at the gun too much would stimulate Chris, whose nerves were already tense to the limit.

"Calm down, don't shoot, I really don't mean anything." He could only persuade like this repeatedly, waiting for the other party to calm down first. However, time waits for no one, he subconsciously glanced at the direction of the LCD screen, which showed that there was less than a minute left.

And the indicator light not far in front of him turned on another one at this time. Of the five indicators, four have glowed red.

The last one is missing!

At this moment, Xiang Nanxing's brain began to run at an ultra-high speed again. In less than a minute, he must try to get out of this situation where he is being forced by a gun and then beat the game "the right way".

At first glance, there is no chance, because Chris is obviously not in a state where he can listen to others at this time, whether it is words or actions, it may stimulate him to shoot, and even let him be so nervous, or it is possible to pull the trigger because of the subconscious contraction of his muscles. If you want to break through this situation, it seems that you can only bet that he really didn't make it to the magazine.

But when you calm down and think about it, considering the distance between the two of them, and the fact that Chris has been facing this side since he got out, is actually a solution to this dilemma...... There are still.

"Chris, listen to me, the solution to this game is not what you thought it was."

Xiang Nanxing said, continuing to keep his hands high, but quietly moved his right foot back slightly and kicked the ground. He looked Chris in the eye and said sincerely and slowly, "I know, you don't believe Sukhoi's explanation just now, what indicator lights represent solved puzzles or something, it's just a cliché." I also know that because of these two bullets, you don't believe my explanation of 'only', because there is indeed a "only two" situation at this time. ”

"Shut up, you shut up for me!" Chris shook his pistol and shouted, "I don't want to listen to any of you anymore, it's a lie!" Every one of you takes me for a fool......"

"But you're really wrong!" Xiang Nanxing said strongly, "We are all wrong, that indicator light does not indicate the number of puzzles, nor does it represent the number of people who died, the best proof of this is that although there is another Sukhoi, there are still only three lights on at this time!" ”

This is, of course, a lie, and the number of indicators he has just confirmed is four.

For Chris, however, he certainly doesn't know whether it's true or not. Because he himself had his back to the indicator light, he couldn't see it at all if he didn't look back, but in order to warn Xiang Nanxing, he had been facing that side since he stood up, and he had no time to care.

At this time, Xiang Nanxing was aiming at exactly this, coupled with his small estimate of Chris's character. Since the beginning of the war, Chris has shown neither the innocent murder demon like Qiao'er, nor the self-defeating violent maniac like Sukhoi or Ye Hua, and the panic after the killing just now directly revealed his sensitive and timid character.

Xiang Nanxing judged that Chris was not used to killing, let alone killing others to survive like Sukhoi. Therefore, after hearing this, whether it is true or not, he will at least subconsciously be inclined to trust this optimistic result.

This may not necessarily be reflected in the action, for example, Chris clearly did not turn his head away from this at this time. However, the moment he heard Xiang Nanxing's words, his gaze subconsciously turned to one side.

It's just a moment, but it's enough.

Xiang Nanxing lowered his body and jumped forward like a cheetah, and the foot that had just kicked the ground provided a huge explosive force in the first step, and then pushed him forward. A second, no, not even a second, when Chris hurriedly retracted his gaze, Xiang Nanxing had already smoothed out the distance between the two of them by taking three steps close to two meters. His left hand was raised, and using it as a knife, slashed at Chris's right wrist, where he held the gun. The other side of the right hand also raised at the same time, and grabbed Chris's left hand holding the pistol.

"Ahh

Chris screamed, only to feel a tingling in his right hand, and he could no longer hold the pistol, while his left hand seemed to be clamped by an iron plier, and his delicate wrist was pinched painfully. Before he could react, he saw Xiang Nanxing suddenly turn his grip into a palm, and his right hand suddenly exerted force, along with the arm he was holding, and pushed Chris on the chest fiercely, pushing the latter to a stagger.

He himself leaped backwards by the reaction force of this push, caught the pistol, turned the muzzle, and by the time the two men stood firm, the tide had been reversed.

"I'm sorry." Xiang Nanxing said. He said sorry, but in his heart he was happy. The pistol he was holding in his hand was intact at this point, in other words, Chris had indeed put the magazine in by the way when he was slumping backwards just now. If he chooses to move forward rashly, he will probably be the one who died at this time.

But now the situation has changed, and the path to customs clearance has never been so clear before his eyes.

It's just time left for him, but it may not be enough for him to finish the road.

Five seconds. Then four seconds, three seconds.

The numbers on the LCD screen are relentlessly reduced, indicating when the door to survival officially closes. It was too late to shorten the distance, Xiang Nanxing thought, so he stood firmly on his feet and used them as a firm support. He gritted his teeth and raised his gun to aim at the target in front of him. It was a bit far away, but at this point he had no choice but to believe in his shooting talent.

"Bang!"

The last bullet, fire!

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