Feng Xiaoling was confused.
"Other than me, there are only corpses in this room.”
"Who are you talking to?"
"I'm talking to a fool who thinks he's smart.”
"A weakling who thinks he's skilled.”
Feng Xiaoling was completely shocked and didn't understand.
Yan Shuangying asked.
"How many people do you think snuck into the room just now?”
"Eight corpses, of course eight people!”
"No, nine!"
"If it was just an eight-man assassination, there would be no need to cut off the electricity.”
"The blackout was to draw the attention of the eight assassins and help the ninth person sneak into the room.”
Feng Xiaoling was shocked. He sighed in admiration.
"What a bold plan! The lives of eight assassins in exchange for the infiltration of one person.”
"It's a pity that his movement technique isn't fast enough, and his breathing isn't light enough.”
With a bang, the only floor-to-ceiling wardrobe in the room instantly exploded.
The person in the cabinet rushed forward under the cover of the debris.
He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Yan Shuangying's forehead.
It was the number one assassin, Zhao Yiping.
Zhao Yiping, who had been thinking about snatching the title of number one in the Spear God!
Yan Shuangying said disdainfully.
"I told you, I hate it when people point a gun at my head.”
"But there are always people who do this!"
Zhao Yiping arrogantly shook his gun.
"But so what? Your life is in my hands now!"
"You're finished, Yan Shuangying!"
"If I kill you, I'll be the number one spear god?”
Yan Shuangying raised his right hand, and a silver dollar appeared between his index and middle fingers.
"If you want to be the number one sharpshooter, you have to make sure that you have no bullets in your gun.”
"I bet a dollar that you have no bullets in your gun.”
Feng Xiaoling was shocked.
Of course, Zhao Yiping knew better if there were bullets in the gun.
"This bet is not fair!"
Yan Shuangying sneered.
"Black Gobi doesn't need fairness, it only needs strength!”
"Do you dare to bet? If you lose, you'll only lose a dollar to me.”
"But if you win, you can take my life!”
Zhao Yiping was furious. He wanted to pull the trigger.
However, it was only now that he felt the terror that everyone described Yan Shuangying.
Was this man a human or a ghost?
He only said a few words?
Why am I trembling in fear?
My hands were already shaking so much that I couldn't hold the gun.
"You don't even dare to shoot. How can you be the number one sharpshooter?”
Yan Shuangying raised his left arm and easily snatched the pistol from Zhao Yiping's hand.
"You don't even have confidence in your gun, what qualifications do you have to stay in the Black Gobi Desert?”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yan Shuangying casually raised his left hand and fired three shots with Zhao Yiping's gun.
"There are bullets in the gun?"
Feng Xiaoling trembled in shock, but she was also a little intoxicated.
"You're really too scary. You knew there were bullets in the gun.”
"If he shoots, you're dead.”
Zhao Yiping's face was also filled with regret.
Yan Shuangying walked around Zhao Yiping and said sarcastically.
"Guns are just toys in the hands of cowards. Why should I be afraid?”
"I don't want to kill a useless person who has lost his courage in front of the woman I like.”
"That would show that I'm not cool enough!”
"Get lost!"
Yan Shuangying's sudden pretentious confession made Feng Xiaoling blush.
He saw Yan Shuangying admiring Feng Xiaoling's beauty.
Zhao Yiping suddenly laughed maniacally.
As he laughed, he twisted his right hand.
He took out another pistol from behind his waist and pointed it at Yan Shuangying's head.
"Haha! This is the sorrow of a big shot!"
"You always die from talking too much!"
"And all I need to do is endure.”
"A nameless person only needs to be patient and wait for the moment when the big shot is at his peak!”
"Let him fall into the dust!"
Feng Xiaoling said worriedly.
"You should have killed him just now. This time, he will trust his gun.”
Yan Shuangying was still arrogant.
"Is that so? Then, shall we make another bet? I'll bet that there are no bullets in your gun!”
Zhao Yiping threw his head back and laughed wildly.
"Hahaha! The tragedy of a big shot was the sense of superiority before death.”
"The sense of superiority that you think you can control everything.”
"In all the stories and heroic legends, such big shots all die miserably.”
" What I admire the most is the shocked expression on their faces when they lost control of everything before they died!”
Yan Shuangying ignored Zhao Yiping and smiled at Feng Xiaoling.
"Then let's continue this bet. You can pull the trigger.”
"It's just that the bet this time is no longer a piece of ocean.”
"I have a rule that I must kill the person who shoots at me.”
"Even if he doesn't have any bullets in his gun!”
Zhao Yiping laughed wildly.
"Are you still trying to scare me? Do you think I will be weak again? Go to hell!"
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Zhao Yiping frantically pulled the trigger.
There was no explosive sound from the bullet.
There was only the dull sound of a magazine being emptied.
"How is that possible? Before we set off, I wiped every bullet!”
Yan Shuangying flexed the fingers of his left hand, and the bullets in his hand bounced off the ground one by one.
"But when you were cowardly and regretful just now, you made me stand behind you.”
" Never let Yan Shuangying appear behind you…"
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