Zhong Ping held a knife in his right hand and a fork in his left hand. Oh, no, it didn't seem right. It was his left hand that held the two mobile phones that had just been brought to him. He swallowed and walked straight towards the woman.
Everyone held their breaths and watched Zhong Ping, who was so powerful that he didn't even stumble when he walked, heading straight there. A sense of unreliable worry arose in everyone's heart. It's really hard for such a person to carry out such a task.
Is it possible? Looking at this woman’s delirious appearance, it’s okay to go to Zhong Ping who doesn’t look exactly like Zhong Jiaqi? In this way, we should be able to get someone more reliable to do things more reliably...
But there was no room for regret in this matter. I saw Zhong Ping muttering "I am my brother" while walking that way, just like walking towards a slaughtered white chicken, waiting for him to make up for it.
After the blood was bled, they came to collect the body, put the condiments on it, and steamed it in a pot...
No, no, he's not hungry. He shouldn't be hungry, probably... not hungry.
If he's hungry, he's hungry! He's going to be free anyway! He'll have something to eat with just one stab! So Zhong Ping's mentality has been distorted for some reason. He was such a good and kind-hearted young man before.
But there were still two or three meters away. Just when he almost thought he had succeeded, he saw the woman who had no idea where the strength and control came from and directly picked up the gun and pointed it at him. He didn't even react at all.
He didn't even have time before he was pointed at by a dark gun.
Who said she could wipe it off casually? Who said she didn’t know anything? Who said she could just use a little force? Who said that! Who said that!?
Zhong Ping's previous momentum disappeared again, and the entire People's Committee stood on the spot holding a cell phone and a knife and shaking.
Xiong Weiqun screamed in his heart that it was not good, and quickly reminded in a low voice: "Roll to the side, squat down again!"
Li Huihui glanced in the direction of Xiong Weiqun, moved her lips, and said softly: "I can hear you, don't try to deceive me, I'm very smart."
Zhong Ping didn't bother to roll to the side, his legs were stuck in place like candles that had been heated to high temperatures, and he just said, "Woman, please spare my life."
Then Li Huihui looked directly at Zhong Ping: "Zhong Jiaqi, you are finally here..."
Yang Yuwen complained that this was a sober look!? He still regarded Zhong Ping as a member of the Zhong family! The word "externally strong but internally incompetent" is just right here!
But the dominant position on the field is still in the hands of this woman. If any of them makes a rash move, they may lose everything. So everyone behind Zhong Ping did not move, and they all watched Zhong Ping poking there without moving.
Zhong Ping didn't know what to do at this time. He was on the spot, being pointed at a gun, with a mobile phone and a knife in his hand. Fortunately, the woman did not shoot immediately, but looked at Zhong Ping carefully for a while while holding the gun.
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Just when everyone thought that the woman finally saw that it was Zhong Ping and not the Zhong family Qi, the woman spoke again: "Jia Qi, come here..." It seemed that the thing on Zhong Ping's body did not belong to him nor to the Zhong family.
Qi's clothes are still very friendly.
Seeing that Zhong Ping didn't move for a long time, the woman increased her voice again: "Come here!"
Zhong Ping's mind went blank. Uncontrollably, his legs slowly reduced the distance between two and three meters to one meter. If he moved forward, the muzzle of the gun would hit his head.
"Come here too!" The woman looked at the group of people behind her.
"You"? Who? Everyone immediately became more nervous and looked at each other wondering who they were. Could it be that she was asking these people to surround her?
"You guys have a bad brain? The three people we just separated and picked! Come here!" The woman angrily threw the facts of what she had suffered to everyone.
Yang Yuwen looked at the two men under him. He had no other choice at this time. He nodded lightly and followed the two men forward slowly behind Zhong Ping.
They stopped two or three meters behind Zhong Ping. There was no sense of security if they walked too close. The woman did not urge them to move forward, but turned her gaze directly to Xiong Weiqun: "Come here too!"
Xiong Weiqun looked at the small semicircle with the woman as the center calmly, then walked over and formed a semicircle with the three people outside.
Although I don’t know what happened, it seems that the main drama started when the protagonist did not appear. The woman straightened her body with great effort, still holding the revolver with all her strength, and said to Zhong Ping: "You still
Do you remember the first time we met?"
Zhong Ping had no clue. When asked a question, he shook his head blankly and nodded almost imperceptibly.
Fortunately, the woman didn't insist on asking for an answer, and continued on her own: "...it can also be regarded as a similar situation. It doesn't look like it now, but it will look like it soon... It just ends how it starts.
.Look, so many people came today to accompany us in this game and this gamble. I feel very happy. What about you?"
Zhong Ping still didn't know what this woman was talking about, and he didn't dare to shake his head or nod. He wanted to run away, but his legs were so soft that he could slap someone...
Yang Yuwen felt that his inference was good from the lines of this woman's words. This woman was about to start playing her Russian roulette. The five people she selected, plus herself, made a total of six people. According to the rules
, fair and reasonable.
Among the six people at the center of the incident, Zhong Ping was probably the only one who didn't know his situation. Oh, yes, this woman probably didn't know either. She didn't know that the person she was chattering to now was not the Zhong Jiaqi she expected in her heart...
…
So when the woman said: "One bullet, six people, you know the rules." Then she picked up the gun that had just been loaded by the separated family and shot herself in the head. Zhong Ping couldn't be more stunned.
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The woman was not dead, she immediately smiled again and handed the handle of the gun to Zhong Ping.
Zhong Ping looked at the people behind him. He didn't want to pick up the gun. He didn't know what tricks this woman was playing. It was Xiong Weiqun who reminded him: "Take the gun." Zhong Ping took the gun from above his head.
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What to do? Can he also shoot at the woman? Whoever hits the woman will get a prize? He did not figure out the result or hesitate to understand, the woman continued to smile and said to him: "What I want is you
life, but you unintentionally took so many lives in your hands. If you die next, then everyone will survive. If you are still so lucky, then one of the next six people will die for you."
Zhong Ping couldn't turn his head anymore and understood. This woman threatened him to commit suicide with so many lives! But he is really not Zhong Jiaqi! Wouldn't it be too resentful to shoot him to death at this time!? So he
He looked behind him again for help.
Xiong Weiqun could no longer stand where he was. He crossed the distance of several meters in two steps, stood next to Zhong Ping and whispered: "Just pull the trigger on your own head."
Zhong Ping knows! But he is not Zhong Jiaqi! So he looked for help at Xiong Weiqun, who was standing next to him. Xiong Weiqun continued to explain in a low voice: "Six people, each with a one-sixth chance, there will definitely be one person
Die here. Believe me, there won't be bullets next, believe me."
"Trust me" was poured into Zhong Ping's mind. He shook his hands and gritted his teeth, touched the area from his forehead to his ears, and raised the gun to his temple. Even if it was a bullet, he could die quickly, right?
?
Extending his head and cutting his head with a knife is also a knife! So he suddenly pulled the trigger. A soft "click" was heard, the gun's wheel rotated as he pulled the trigger, and there was no bullet in it.
Zhong Ping can no longer describe what he feels like reliving his life at this time. There is no excitement or happiness. If this continues, even his legs no longer shake like before. He is probably really numb. There are four people behind him.
…he is not dead…who will die…
Li Huihui let out a harsh laugh: "You are lucky, you are always lucky, I am so jealous, so jealous..."
Zhong Ping still maintained the posture with the gun pointed at his head, and Xiong Weiqun dutifully pushed Zhong Ping's stiff arm aside. Seeing this, the smile on Li Huihui's face disappeared, and she ordered in a calm voice: "Down.
one!"
No matter what the reason is for starting this game, someone has to pay the price. The two protagonists have passed, but what happens next...
Xiong Weiqun took the gun out of Zhong Ping's hand and weighed the familiar weight that he had held in his hands countless times. He had pointed this gun at others countless times, but today he was pointing it at himself.
Probability...it feels really ironic.
Just as he lifted the gun from his chest, he unexpectedly heard Li Huihui interrupt: "Let the boss of the branch family come first!"
Yang Yuwen narrowed his eyes. It was really unlucky to be called out by the crazy God of Death at this time. But in this game, it doesn’t matter who comes first, who is going to die anyway, so he also took a few steps forward and headed towards
Xiong Weiqun indicated that he could accept it and asked him to hand over the gun.
Xiong Weiqun glanced at him warily, as if to say not to act rashly. Yang Yuwen knew in his heart that he was carrying a lot of lives, and he couldn't act rashly if anyone acted rashly. Normally, he would simply ignore such a weak move.
He was reminded, but today he still nodded solemnly, signaling to Xiong Weiqun and the dozen or so people standing behind him that they could rest assured.
As expected, Yang Yuwen had carried out many missions for his big family and had seen many scenes. It was difficult to mess up the situation at this time. So he picked up the gun with a determination to die on his face.
Frankly, he shot himself in the head.
Still no bullets.
The leader almost pounced on him, but Yang Yuwen confirmed that he had no bullets before he made any preparatory moves. He had no time to care that he was still among the remaining bullets. He was about to cry with joy.
At this time, the fake e took the gun from Yang Yuwen, followed his boss's example and shot himself in the head without delay, but there was still no bullet. Then he handed the gun to the leader,