Anderson crossed his legs and stared at Xue Chen fiercely, filled with a violent emotion. The bright silver revolver was shot on the large desk, and a handful of yellow-orange bullets were restless on the table.
It scrolls back and makes a clattering sound.
Xue Chen looked at the person, then at the revolver and Anderson, and nodded slightly: "Little game? What kind of little game are you playing?"
"It's very simple. Do you know the Russian Turntable?"
Anderson snorted coldly, stood up, picked up the revolver, opened the barrel, picked up another bullet and stuffed it in. With a hard pull, the barrel rotated rapidly and made a crisp sound.
Push it back before stopping the rotation.
"There is only one bullet here. Everyone shoots his or her head until one person dies. Isn't it fun?" The Russian man smiled, showing his teeth and looking at his eyes.
Xue Chen, he was sure that this kid who jumped out of nowhere was already frightened.
After hearing this rule, Xue Chen nodded to show that he understood, and then stretched out his hand to indicate that he could start.
Anderson saw that Xue Chen actually dared to play this suicide game with him. His eyes turned cold and he snorted heavily. He thought to himself that he must be pretending to be calm, so he picked up the revolver and pointed it at the gun.
Know the position between your eyebrows.
The strong men who had just been playing cards next to the sofa also gathered around. Seeing their boss playing Russian Roulette with the other party, they were worried and admired in their hearts, because this is a man's game, and you don't have enough courage.
"Boy, let me say it again, I don't know if you really got the shares of Golden Angel. If you leave now, you can get a considerable profit dividend every year, but if you want to intervene in the management of the company,
That is absolutely impossible!”
Xue Chen didn't say anything, just watched quietly.
After Anderson took a breath, he gritted his teeth, his whole face began to turn red, and he let out a dull whine, as if the trigger weighed a thousand pounds. After more than ten seconds, he finally pulled the trigger!
Click.
The gun didn't go off, it was an empty magazine!
Realizing that the magazine was empty, Anderson gasped with relief, and then let out a haha of laughter. He looked at Xue Chen with cruel eyes, slapped the revolver on the table, and then pushed it hard.
Pushed in front of Xue Chen.
"Now, it's your turn, kid!"
The subordinates also cheered.
"Oh, good job, boss!"
"I knew God would be on the boss's side."
"Haha, look at this yellow-skinned boy. I guess he doesn't even dare to pick up a gun. He's so scared that he peed his pants."
Jessica, who was standing aside, looked at Xue Chen. When she saw Xue Chen picked up the revolver, she was not worried at all because she knew how terrifying this man was.
After Xue Chen picked up the revolver, he did another thing. He reached out and picked up a bullet from the table, opened the barrel in front of everyone's eyes, and then stuffed it into it.
Seeing this scene, everyone present, whether it was Anderson's side or the thugs of the Kermeon family, all took a breath. They couldn't believe what they saw, and secretly thought that this man... He was going to do something.
What?!
The arrogant smile on Anderson's face also completely subsided. When he saw Xue Chen stuffing another bullet into the barrel, his pupils shrank violently and his breathing froze.
After inserting the second bullet, Xue Chen imitated Anderson's rapid rotation of the cartridge and pushed it back before the cartridge stopped rotating. Without saying anything nonsense, he pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at his head.
If the probability of death was one in six just now, it is now one in three!
Everyone opened their eyes wide and watched without blinking. Anderson leaned forward subconsciously, put his hands on the desk, and stared at Xue Chen. There was only one thought in his mind, it's impossible, this kid must be
Don't dare to pull the trigger!
The scantily clad girl on the side had shrunk and lowered her head in fear, covering her ears with her hands, fearful of hearing gunshots and seeing blood flying.
With the gun pointed at his head, Xue Chen looked back at Anderson, smiled, and then pulled the trigger.
Click.
There was a crisp sound of hammering, but no gunfire.
Unlike the cheers that filled the room just now, there was silence.
Xue Chen didn't show many expressions or movements. He also pushed the revolver back in front of Anderson and said lightly: "It's your turn."
Anderson swallowed quietly and looked at the revolver in front of him. His eyes were straight for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out to pick it up and repeated the process of rotating the barrel.
When the pistol was raised, the man wearing a floral shirt and with a chest as hairy as a bear was breathing more and more rapidly and heavily, his cheeks pumping back and forth, making a whirring sound like a bellows.
His forehead was already shiny with beads of sweat, and his face turned red and white, changing back and forth. He kept swallowing saliva, and the veins on his neck also bulged out.
When he turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at his own head, he was extremely agitated. He looked at Xue Chen fiercely and made an inarticulate sound, which sounded like laughter and crying. There was a gurgling in his throat, as if there was phlegm blocking it.
, suddenly let out a series of loud roars: "Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Amidst the roar, and with all the strength of nine cows and two tigers, the trigger was finally pulled.
Click.
It was the familiar sound of hitting the air again.
"Haha, haha." Anderson was stunned, and let out a series of nervous low laughter. His eyes burst out with strong light, and as if venting, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the chest of the girl standing next to him.
, pinched it hard, and the girl almost shed tears in pain, but she didn't dare to say anything.
Snapped!
The revolver was pushed back to Xue Chen's face again.
Anderson, who is from Russia and has quite a reputation among the upper echelons of Las Vegas, looked at Xue Chen: "Boy, do you think you can scare me? This time, you will definitely die, the bullet will open your
The skull, bang, explodes like a rotten watermelon, brains and blood will burst out, and your body will be thrown into the desert..."
Anderson was trying to use words to create strong pressure, but before he finished speaking, the remaining half was swallowed back into his stomach, his pupils shrank again, and his whole body shook.
"You...you want to..."
Under everyone's gaze, Xue Chen once again picked up a bullet and stuffed it into the barrel. In this way, three of the six bullet slots already contained bullets. In theory, the bullet could be fired.
The probability is one in two.
"Impossible, impossible! You are crazy!"
Anderson gritted his teeth. He did not believe that there were really people in the world who were not afraid of death. With a 1/2 chance of death, this was no longer playing a game, it was sending someone to die!
He had played this little game more than once before, always at the negotiation table, and each time he was so scared that the other party had to give in. There were one or two who had the courage to play one or two rounds, but they did not persist until the end.
This gave him a taste of the sweetness, so he tried the same thing again this time, but he never expected that he would meet someone who was not afraid of death and took the initiative to add a bullet, which almost scared his heart out.
Now, another bullet has been added...
The thugs also changed their expressions one after another and remained silent.
Wow~
The sound of the barrel rotating is very crisp and pleasant, like the sound of a high-quality bearing rotating. However, no one really thinks this sound is pleasant. It represents bloody violence and death.
Snapped.
The cartridge was pushed back into the slot. Xue Chen glanced at Anderson, whose face was already ashen. He raised the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and pointed the muzzle of the gun at his forehead. Without any hesitation, the trigger was pulled instantly.
.
The scene of flying blood and brain matter that I wanted to see did not appear. The entire office was extremely quiet, with only the sound of the air conditioner and even the sound of breathing disappeared.
Anderson's teeth gritted.
Jessica's clenched hands on both sides of her body slowly relaxed.
"now you."
The revolver was pushed back in front of him. Anderson looked down and his outstretched hand was trembling slightly. He took the gun in his hand, rotated the barrel, and pushed it back into the slot, but he didn't lift it up for a long time.
Xue Chen, who was standing opposite the desk, didn't urge him and just watched quietly.
One minute, three minutes, five minutes...
Anderson's face was covered with sweat, dripping down his neck, and his face was as pale as blood loss. He waited until nearly six minutes before raising the pistol and aiming it between his eyebrows.
Next, there was another period of silence, and the sound of pulling the trigger was not heard for a long time. It was not until nearly ten minutes had passed that Anderson suddenly roared with emotion: "Shoot, shoot, shoot..." repeated in his mouth
As he shouted, the blood vessels on his neck, hands, and forehead all swelled, the hand holding the gun shook violently, and his facial features were extremely ferocious.
The entire office was filled with Anderson's roaring voice, until his voice became hoarse, but the shot was not fired after all.
Snap.
It wasn't the sound of the trigger being pulled, it was the sound of the revolver falling from his hand and falling on the desk.
Anderson collapsed on the chair as if he had collapsed, his face pale and his head hanging down, as if he had been fished out of the water.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the subordinates didn't look very good either.
"What, you're not playing anymore?" Xue Chen looked at it and asked.
"I'll kill you!" Suddenly, Anderson burst into flames and reached out to grab the pistol on the table. But before his hand touched the pistol, he saw another hand slapping it over.
"ah!"
With a scream, Anderson watched with splitting eyes as the palm of his right hand was penetrated by an iron nail and nailed to the desk. (To be continued)