Chapter 823 The big one is coming, reducing staff again!

The room suddenly became quiet.

The sudden death of the clown left everyone confused, and then there was a deep sense of anxiety and tension, because based on past experience, the chance of rule pollution disappearing is very slim.

Therefore, the death of the clown salesman does not mean that the pollution is over, but it means that this time it will be even more terrifying.

Another clown salesman walked up to the corpse of his colleague, bent down, picked up the revolver in his hand, wiped it with a handkerchief, reloaded it with a bullet, and handed it to Pan Junjie and his party.

"It's your turn!"

The clown salesman looked calm, but everyone knew that if he didn't agree, he would definitely turn against him in the next second.

"Wu Ze, you lose, go ahead!"

Pan Junjie urged.

Wu Ze is a twenty-eight-year-old young man who entered this circle because of his uncle.

He never thought about becoming a dragon and becoming the savior of the world. He only thought about becoming rich and powerful.

Because money comes quickly in this industry!

Wu Ze's hand stretched out, trembling, but when he touched the revolver, he retracted it as if he was electrocuted.

"Hurry up!"

Pan Junjie's patience is disappearing. He is worried that if it continues to wear out, the clown salesman will lose his patience, which will affect all of them: "Wu Ze, I am willing to admit defeat!"

"Don't be a coward!"

"Are you still a man?"

"hurry up!"

Others are also urging.

Wu Ze swallowed a mouthful of saliva and took the revolver.

Although this thing is a piece of iron, it certainly doesn't feel heavy with the arm strength of the divine hunter. But at this moment, Wu Ze's right hand seemed to be carrying a huge object weighing ten thousand kilograms, which could not be lifted up to his temple.

"Just...is there no other way?"

Wu Ze smiled bitterly and looked at Pan Junjie.

"No!"

Pan Junjie looked cold.

"Let that guy gamble with his life!"

Wu Ze looked at the man in the sweatshirt who had turned into an idiot: "He is dead anyway, why not use it as waste!"

Pan Junjie couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed Wu Ze's hair, pulled it down, and raised his face: "You fucking shoot me immediately, if you delay any longer, I'll kill you!"

Pan Junjie got mad and took the initiative to become the villain. Others also stared at Wu Ze with cold faces.

Wu Ze raised his hand and pointed the muzzle of the gun at his temple.

"Don't even think about killing the clown!"

Pan Junjie warned, let alone whether this method would work or not, even if it worked, Pan Junjie would not allow Wu Ze to do this.

Seek stability first.

If you run out of tricks, let's fight again!

"Are you still a fucking man?"

Crowds crowded.

Wu Ze was sweating profusely, knowing he couldn't escape, so he gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

Click!

The bullet chamber rotates and no bullets are fired!

It's a blank shot!

call!

Wu Ze breathed a sigh of relief and then became ecstatic.

"I won the bet!"

"Ha ha!"

"I'm so damn lucky!"

Wu Ze's eyebrows were dancing and he felt so happy.

Young Master, I have survived the pollution of rules and can survive!

"Remember, I saved all of your lives."

Wu Ze stressed that after saying this, he threw the revolver to the clown salesman. If the salesman hadn't been so scary, he would have wanted to say, "Get out of here!"

The clown caught the pistol, swiped down with his left hand, and cut into the bullet cylinder.

Swish!

The cylinder rotated, and when it stopped, the clown handed the revolver to Wu Ze again.

"..."

Wu Ze was dumbfounded, what happened?

Why come again?

Everyone also looked shocked and gasped.

Wu Ze immediately called Lin Baici to ask about the situation, but Pan Junjie had already called him first.

Lin Baici's voice came from the mobile phone.

“Just once!”

"You two?"

"Didn't I tell you that you must shoot first? If the clown salesman fired first, it would be three times!"

"Exemption method?"

"No, how about you try attacking that clown?"

Pan Junjie was driving the speakerphone, and Lin Baici's voice was clear and magnetic, which was very pleasant to listen to. But at this time, when everyone listened, it sounded like bad news.

"Hold!"

"Lin Shen, if he doesn't finish it and dies directly, will others be forced by the clown to take his place?"

"How good is this clown's fighting ability?"

Everyone was cursing and asking impatiently for solutions.

Lin Baici was helpless!

"Stop looking, hurry up and shoot!"

Pan Junjie urged.

He is very angry now. Why is he surrounded by a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps?

If he were in Lin Baici's room, he would have passed the test easily now and just sit back and watch the clouds and breezes calm.

"But it takes three times!"

Wu Ze felt uncomfortable.

He is self-aware. Even if he is the husband of Lady Luck, he can't win Russian roulette three times in a row, right?

So how bad is this luck?

"Do you have a choice?"

Pan Junjie sneered.

Wu Ze's face turned pale.

indeed,

No choice!

Because the clown handed the gun to the person,

It's him!

Under the urging of everyone, Wu Ze caught the pistol.

The moment he pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger, he suddenly raised his hand and aimed at the clown salesman.

Go to hell!

Wu Ze pulled the trigger!
To be continued...