"But there's a controllable way, and that's when there's only half of the people here, the rest will be teleported." An Zhixiao was obviously still smiling gently, but at this moment, he was already full of malice.

Jiang Wuche turned his face away and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have known.

At some point, his fingers touched a cold, hard object. It was a revolver with six rounds of ammunition in it.

"There's no need to hide it. I know what you're thinking at this point, so follow your heart! Then you'll be able to get out of this hellish place. An Zhixiao suddenly approached and said in his ear.

The breath that the man exhaled as he spoke lingered in his ears, warm and itchy.

Jiang Wuche skillfully pulled down the safety bolt of the pistol and put the muzzle of the gun against An Zhixiao's head: "Are you stupid for me?" ”

An Zhixiao smiled and said nothing, looking at him quietly.

Jiang Wuche saw that he was indifferent, and had no intention of taking back the pistol, and said in an unhurried and contemptuous tone: "Don't you even know how to count when I do?" ”

"There were fourteen of us in total, and this pistol had only six rounds in total. Six have already died, and one more of the remaining eight needs to die before they can get out. Jiang Wuche retracted his fingers slightly and stuck the gun board at a critical point.

As long as he pushes a little harder, or shakes his hand, he can blow up An Zhixiao's nasty head.

"Don't be so violent, impulsiveness is the devil." An Zhixiao smiled.

He seemed to remember something, and continued, "Oh, I suddenly remembered one thing, if I went out here because the time was up, one of the survivors would die randomly. As for who it is, it can only depend on the character. ”

"So, you're saying that if I kill six people in a row and don't have bullets on me, the last eight people left behind will always find a chance to kill me." Jiang Wuche behaved very indifferently, as if he was analyzing a fun game.

Although, this was originally a perverted game.

"Yes." An Zhixiao nodded.

His scalp was pressed against the muzzle of the gun, but it seemed as if it were just against an ordinary iron rod.

Indifferently, it made people feel flustered inexplicably......

"You don't look nervous at all." Jiang Wuche said.

An Zhixiao suddenly laughed: "Have you never killed anyone, look at your shaky hands." ”

Jiang Wuche said leisurely: "I have never killed anyone, and you are not a policeman, so there is no need to know." But if I had to do it stupidly, you'd be the first to die. ”

"I find that you have a lot to say! In the end, can you do it or not, and give a quasi-word!? An Zhixiao frowned slightly.

The corners of Jiang Wuche's mouth pursed slightly, and he silently pulled the pistol on the safety bolt and stuffed it back into his pocket: "Your thoughts are not right. You rich people just have a lot of things to do, don't you want to die and jump in your autumn pants in the disco? Why does it have to be difficult for us poor? ”

Before An Zhixiao could say anything more, Jiang Wuche continued to sigh and said, "Come, read with me: Rich and strong Ming Lord Civilization and Harmony ......"

Poison it!

Before Jiang Wuche finished reading the "Socialist Core Values" to him, he felt a whirlwind of the world, a strange light in front of him, and a feeling of weightlessness followed.

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An An is attacking, but his CP is not Wuche!