Xiao Chou's voice was like a death note, resounding in everyone's hearts."
"The rules of the second round of the game,'Death Wheel' are: After the game starts, I will prepare a revolver with 3 bullets and 12 reserve trajectories. Every bullet will change irregularly every second. In other words, no one can calculate the exact location of the bullet. What you need to do is, starting from student number 1, spin the revolver with all your might. When the revolver stops spinning and is pointed at someone, that person can pick up the revolver and shoot at a person's head, heart, and other fatal parts until the bullets are empty!”
"Starting from now, student 1, hooligan 2, white-collar worker 3, peddler 4…CEO 11, prisoner 12!”
The Clown's voice fell. This time, even Tang Chuan fell silent.
The others were silent because they were shocked by the rules of the second round.
In their understanding, the rules of this round of the game were that three people had to die. What made them feel relieved was that even if they died, they wouldn't play with themselves to death. It was a kind of comfort.
Tang Chuan was silent because he could feel The Clown's malicious intent towards him.
It was special.
He was originally ranked second, and now he was ranked last?
Tang Chuan's face, hidden under the devil mask, revealed a gloomy expression.
The Clown was targeting him. He was definitely targeting him.
Even without using the bug guide, Tang Chuan was able to analyze the situation. He was ranked last, so he had to be the last to turn his pistol.
Before this, he could only rely on luck.
What if…
Tang Chuan said in case.
If the gun was pointed at the gangster, he was sure that the gangster would shoot him.
At that time, if his luck was not good, he might be shot dead.
He didn't think that he could dodge a bullet at such a close distance with his triple physique.
It could be said that pure luck was Tang Chuan's least favorite game.
Fortunately, he had fused with the Undying Bird bloodline and had nine chances to survive. He did not have to worry about whether he would die or not. Feeling depressed, Tang Chuan said in his heart,"Search for bugs in the current game!"
Instantly.
"Boom!"
In Tang Chuan's mind, the third page of the golden book opened for the first time.
On the third page, a text message appeared: Game bug analysis, countdown: 120,119,118……
"Two minutes?" Tang Chuan frowned.
However, when he remembered that he was the last to turn the pistol, he felt relieved.
It might not even be his turn in two minutes.
While Tang Chuan and the other substitute players were having different thoughts, The Clown left the lecture table for the first time and walked towards Tang Chuan and the others.
With every step he took, the layout of the classroom changed significantly.
The table was moving, the space was changing, and the chair was floating in the air with Tang Chuan and the others…
When The Clown walked up to them, Tang Chuan and the others were already sitting in a circle according to their numbers.
The Clown raised his right hand and gently grabbed the pocket of his very clean suit. He took out a revolver with 12 trajectories but only three bullets and handed it to the student.
"Substitute player student, please place your revolver on the table and rotate it to begin the second round of the game.”
"Oh, oh, okay!"
When the student heard The Clown's voice, he subconsciously nodded twice. Then, he quickly picked up his revolver and placed it on the desk in the middle. Then, he turned it forcefully.
Instantly.
Everyone's attention, including Tang Chuan's, was focused on the revolver.
After about five seconds, the revolver stopped spinning and the muzzle was aimed at Farmer Number 7.
"Me?"
The Farmer stood up with a " swoosh " sound. There was a hint of surprise in his voice, as if he did not expect his luck to be so good. The first person to shoot was actually him.
Tang Chuan and the others all looked at the farmer, wanting to know who the farmer would attack.
Under the gaze of eleven people, the farmer reached out to pick up the revolver from the desk and fell into hesitation.
He seemed a little nervous.
However, compared to the farmers, the others were the most nervous.
What if…
They said what if.
What if the farmer was lucky and fired the bullet on the first shot? No matter who he hit, he would die.
The atmosphere in the classroom fell into silence again.
Finally.
After hesitating for a few seconds, the Farmer pointed his revolver at the hooligan.
His thoughts were simple.
Tang Chuan was the king of the game. Unless he was extremely lucky, there was no way he could win an official player slot from Tang Chuan!
Since he couldn't win, he felt that he might as well continue to cling to someone's thigh!
Maybe he would gain the trust of the king of the game, Tang Chuan?
With this thought in mind, the reason why the Farmer chose to be a Brawler was very simple. He dared to attack his big brother's woman in the first round. Who else could he do that to?
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, the farmer's eyes became extremely determined. The next second, he aimed the gun at the hooligan and pulled the trigger decisively.
" Bang!" A gunshot rang out.
When the dust settled, a wisp of smoke floated out of the revolver's muzzle, and the hooligan sat on the spot unscathed.
Empty spear!
The hooligan's originally clenched teeth revealed an ecstatic expression after the results were out. He even laughed out loud.
He didn't die.
He wasn't shot dead.
haha ~
This was definitely a blessing in disguise.
After laughing, the hooligan lowered his head and glanced at Tang Chuan from the corner of his eye. His eyes were filled with hatred.
He hated Tang Chuan.
He wanted Tang Chuan dead.
He knew that the reason the farmer chose to shoot him was because he wanted to get close to Tang Chuan.
Therefore…
He didn't hate the farmers, he only hated Tang Chuan.
He thought gloomily, As long as he can turn to me, I'll shoot him directly. I'll bet that my luck is better than his!”
The Clown's voice rang out at the right time, breaking the oppressive atmosphere.
"Brawler number 2, please rotate your revolver!”
Just as The Clown finished speaking, the Brawler impatiently placed the revolver on the desk in the middle and spun it violently.
Everyone's attention fell on the desk again.
A few seconds later, the muzzle of the revolver was pointed at the student.
"Haha, it's me!"
The student laughed in surprise.
He was extremely excited.
When the farmer fired the gun, he had been thinking about how he could break the rules like Tang Chuan and get the reward.
Everyone, including Tang Chuan, was thinking about this.
As the Brawler spun his revolver, he thought of an idea.
He felt that as long as he was lucky, he would be able to break the rules and become a man as powerful as Tang Chuan!
Therefore…
The student laughed and didn't pause for even a second. He picked up his revolver and fired a shot at the hooligan's calf under Tang Chuan and the others 'confused and confused expressions.
The moment the gunshot rang out," Ah!" The hooligan let out a shrill scream.
He was hit.
Moreover, the power of the revolver was so great that it was unbelievable. His calf had been shot, and it had been directly broken from the knee. It looked like a bloody mess with white bones…
When the students heard the screams of the hooligans, they seemed to have gone crazy. They danced and laughed as they looked at The Clown and shouted excitedly,
"I broke the rules, haha! Did you see that? I also broke the rules!"
The third chapter! A ticket! [Note: A typical revolver can hold 6 bullets. The 12 bullet trajectories mentioned here means that it can hold 12 bullets at once!]
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