Chapter 1364： Death Game

The bar was very lively, and many people were still making noises, led by a white man and a black man.

"Dare to compare with me?!" The white man looked at the black man and said, with a mocking smile in his eyes.

The black man didn't care, and said in a weak tone: "Bi is bi, you think I'm afraid you won't make it."

"Well, that's what you said."

The black eyes widened, not weak at all, and the people around him kept yelling and roaring.

"Compared to what?!" the black man asked.

The white man thought for a while, took out a revolver from his pocket, and placed it on the bar, teasingly.

"Better than this."

When the people around saw the revolver, they immediately understood what the white man meant. This is more courageous.

Of course, it is more than classic bridges, one shot per person, depending on whose luck is good.

Beads of sweat came out of the black forehead. This is a bet on life. There is bound to be a death situation, and no one will be a little scared.

Seeing this, the white man smiled at the black man and said, "Why, afraid?"

The black man glared at the white man, and said angrily: "I will be afraid, compare and compare!"

Obviously he didn't want to lose the momentum, and had some hatred with the white people, so let's solve it.

"Very good." The white man smiled.

The people around also started to coax, shouting constantly, with loud voices, which made the entire bar attracted.

Su Yan and the others also came over, standing aside and watching quietly.

"Western cowboys played the rest, but I didn't expect these people to still use this kind of routine." Anman said with disdain.

"There are only routines in this world that win people's hearts. A routine will always be passed on." Yun said with a smile.

Su Yan didn't speak, he kept waiting, all the people in this hotel are not strong, and the strongest is not in the middle stage of Taoism, he has to wait for the Lion King.

At this moment, whites and blacks have begun to compete.

The white man put a bullet into the magazine, rotated the magazine a dozen times, then closed it, and placed it on the bar.

"What are you betting on?"

"What do I bet on, of course it is the fate." The black man said coldly.

"That won't work, you have to put up a bet anyway."

"What about me?"

"Okay, refreshing, I also bet on all of me."

The white man is not weak, but his eyes are looking at a woman behind the black man with an evil charm on her face.

The black man frowned and said, "My sister is not on the bet."

"That won't work, you have already said everything about you."

The black sister is not black, but the kind of healthy wheat complexion. She is all over her body and has a very hot body, which can evoke primitive desires.

The girl was only eighteen years old, and she was in a panic, but she believed her brother.

"Sister rest assured, I won't lose."

The black man first took the pistol, held his head, and pulled the trigger.

He only heard a crisp sound, the black man was fine, which made him and even his sister breathe a sigh of relief.

The people around don't care, after all, this is the first round, it's too early.

The smile on the white man's face remained the same, and he also took the pistol and pointed it at his head.

He looked at the people around him, with a relaxed look, he pulled the trigger directly, his eyes were always open.

The result was very disappointing to the black man, and the magazine was empty.

The white man turned the revolver in his hand a few times, and then threw it at the black man. The people around him began to roar and shout.

The black man was holding a revolver with a slight trembling in his hand. Now it has a quarter chance, which is already very high.

He pointed his head and glanced at his sister, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

And his sister was also holding his arm tightly, her eyes full of fear, and she kept shaking her head.

"Do not worry!"

The black man yelled and pulled the trigger. The magazine was still empty, which made the black man sigh.

There was no smile on the white man's face, and he stared at the black man.

"I didn't expect your luck to be so good!"

In fact, the white man is at a disadvantage. His chances are always greater than that of the black man, but he is not afraid of death or losing.

He just wants to get the black property, and even his sister.

The black man threw the revolver to the white man, and the white man easily caught it.

The people around him continued to orgasm, roaring deafeningly.

"Hurry up and shoot!"

"Yes, hurry up, we can't wait."

The white man didn't pretend, he took the pistol and pointed it at his head, but his eyes looked straight at the black sister.

"Your sister, I'm going to make a deal!"

The white man pulled the trigger and clicked. The magazine was still empty, which made everyone around him applaud.

"Not bad, such good luck."

"Yeah, I choose the disadvantages myself, it's really enough, man."

The black man's face showed a cold meaning, and his body was shaking involuntarily.

With a one-half chance, he will face a one-half chance, which is a terrible chance.

The younger sister beside him took his arm at the moment and shook her head at him and said, "Brother, we can't compare."

When the white man heard it, he smiled and said to the black sister: "No way, there is no such good thing in the world, you wait obediently, I will definitely put you in bed later."

The people around also followed up and asked the black man to pull the trigger quickly.

The black man was holding a revolver, his fingers trembling involuntarily, his face had long lost its sharpness, and he was completely shy.

No one is not afraid of death. On the contrary, black people are very afraid of death, because he is caught in the trap of white people. If he dies, then his sister will follow him into a situation where he will not recover.

After hesitating for a while, the people around him roared even more, and the black man couldn't help but glance at his sister.

He kissed his sister's forehead and said, "Brother will not die!"

The black man's eyes showed fierceness, took up the revolver, and pulled the trigger directly.

boom!

This sound directly stopped everyone present and watched the black man fall down.

The black temples were a little scorched and blood was shed. People died naturally, but they didn't squint and their eyes were still open.

"Hmph, still want to fight with me!"

The white man showed his disdain, and at the same time the anxiety in his heart dissipated. Now he has won.

The black sister burst into tears, shaking her brother constantly, unwilling to believe this fact.

"Now your property is mine, and your sister will also be mine!"

The white man laughed, staring at the black sister with a squint, walked over and hugged her.

No matter how hard the black sister struggles, it will not help, and the people around will not stop it. This is winning or losing.

"Struggling is useless, I will make you happy later!"

The white man couldn't help but kissed the black sister, with only endless enthusiasm in his eyes, and now he just wanted to eliminate this feeling.