[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Chapter 43

83.33% mortality rate, 16.67% survival rate.

This is a shocking number, and Yimulian only had time to say: "You...!" Immediately afterwards, he saw Huang randomly stuffing the five bullets into the magazine, and every time he clicked, he felt heavy. Hit him on the chest.He almost wanted to rush up and knock him down, and reprimanded him: No!

Huang threw the last bullet, and he caught it in confusion, the metal shell of the bullet fell into his palm, and the bone-piercing cold seemed to pierce his heart.

16.67% mortality rate, 83.33% survival rate.

The "new rules" of frog porcelain are interesting, you don't need to fire every bullet, but the fear of death you are about to face is no less than the original-it is a very contradictory experience, watching others Facing death too, gloating in misfortune and the sorrow of rabbits and foxes go hand in hand, instead of dying for love like this.

But this is not martyrdom at all.

The bullet was loaded, and at a glance, he felt that his heart was sealed under the ice, and Huang was still urging him: "Don't you have confidence, hurry up, there is still time to go back before dawn."

"I……"

With a loss of speech at one glance, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he took two steps forward and swung Huang's back: "What's wrong!"

He reached out to grab the small revolver: "Don't force me, take it here."

Huang pushed him away rudely: "Don't make trouble."

"You're the one who shouldn't be fooling around!" Yimu choked for a moment, the muscles on his face tightened, and he struggled. It was quite like a farce, but he was extremely serious: "Take it here."

"Just you?"

"It's up to me, I order you as the marshal."

Yimulian leaned forward slightly, and grabbed Huang's collar with his slightly slender hand under the obstructing sleeve, almost viciously threatening.

Huang easily pulled him away, and also shook off the mental hint that rushed to his face: "Come on, it's only at this time that you use the rank to suppress me."

He watched the revolver that was almost fully loaded being pushed against his temple, his head shook like a rattle, but he seemed to be angry, and said nothing.

Huang understood that look - you are the most exaggerated person I have ever seen.

It's too much.he thinks.He listened to the subtle and inaudible clucking sound of the bullets in the revolving wheel, and gradually put away the domineering smile that had lasted until now. The white dragon roared behind him, as if it could bring thunderstorms, Even the chandelier hanging high in the center of the ceiling was shaking.

The rattling sound continued, as if it had been ringing for half a century.

The sound of the wheels stopped abruptly.

Someone behind him came to pull Yimulian, Yimulian slapped one back with his spiritual tentacles, kicked one back with a high heel, but there were too many, he couldn't resist, tugging, the black gauze cap slid down and landed on his face, his left eye Into darkness.

"No..." He was afraid of the darkness.

The fear of falling into the well, no one can see him, and being swallowed by the abyss.

Yimulian was pushed, and the bullet in his hand was forcibly stuffed into the magazine. He was holding the revolver with only one bullet, at a loss.He staggered, and before he had time to confirm the situation on the other side of the spiritual connection, he tried to knock the sentry who was holding his shoulder unconscious with a hand knife, but failed.

"Raise your gun, it's your turn." Frog Porcelain reminded.

Yimulian could feel the strength of Huang's pulling the trigger, and he would never learn the magnanimity of facing death.His teeth were a little sour, as if he heard the sharp sound of someone scraping the glass with his nails next to his ear, and there were bursts of deafening roars, and he had goose bumps all over his body.

No, you can't!

He punched the sentry behind him on the ground again, and threw his hat on the ground——

Huang Zheng raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, holding the revolver in his left hand, pointing it at his temple, chanting silently.Good-looking people are such a foul, and they can still be so breathtaking until this time.

That mouth shape is — trust me.

Do you have anything else besides this sentence?He smiled foolishly, and suddenly he was not afraid of anything.

"Marshal Yimulian, are you afraid of death? Your sentinel is under the greatest pressure, and you can't escape... Have you never pointed a gun at others? Or are you afraid to point the gun at yourself?" Frog Porcelain's voice cut in unexpectedly, and several sentries stepped forward, trying to force Yimulian to raise his gun.

The answer to the frog porcelain was a dragon whistle.

Huang stared at him through the screen, his eyebrows were full of violence: "Stay away from my guide, bastard."

It turned out that the level of deterrence of the sentinel pheromone was real, and Yimulian froze for a moment.Frog Porcelain jumped across the screen and didn't answer.

"He will." Huang said slowly.

Yimulian didn't seem to hear what the frog porcelain was saying, and it was clear that the dust had already settled in his heart before it was over.There is no process for this psychological change, and he is fully prepared in just a moment.

He opened his eyes wide, trying to accommodate Huang into his whole eyes.

He mouthed the answer: Fuck you.

Huang smiled slightly, then tilted his neck and closed his eyes.

What does that smile mean?Yimulian suddenly panicked again, why did he close his eyes?Shouldn't your eyes tell me very firmly that the gun in your hand is not firing at you at this moment? !You lied to me?You lied to me!

At the same time he pulled the trigger.The short exhalation stopped abruptly, even if a big splash of blood would burst out from his temple in the next second, he was not afraid.For a moment, he felt that his ears had failed, he couldn't hear anything, his ears were buzzing, and even his index finger was trembling while holding the gun fairly firmly.

Was there a "bang" just now?Have it?He couldn't even hear his own breathing.Without blood spraying on him, would Huang be so caring, the kind of person who turned his back and shot, in order not to let the sprayed brains splash on him?

Maybe, maybe not.

Could that ex-marshal Huang, who hadn't even been informed of him during a business trip for half a year, be so considerate?

No, definitely not.He preferred not to.

There is a sound of spring "click" next to my ear.

— empty bombs.

He hasn't let go of his breath yet. After all, it's 16.67%, which was exchanged for a barren 83.33%. How can he live up to it!

Huang Zheng looked at him like the gaze of death.Yimulian had seen this look in the ruins of the paper mill, and it was what all soldiers experienced when they faced death - they looked at death like home, but they were full of nostalgia for the world, and wanted to survive like crazy.Yes, who wants to die without a guide, let alone take a guide with him.

Huang is still alive.

83.33%, Huang still found a glimmer of hope from the subtle rolling sound of the wheel, and of course the hint of three times the auditory range that Yimulian hurriedly handed over was also indispensable.

He's alive, they're all alive.

He said it with such certainty that he couldn't even fully trust his own judgment—is it true that the side with no bullets is facing upwards?Wouldn't it be possible for him to fire a live ammunition with this shot?he does not know.He really didn't know until he closed his eyes and shot.

There is no better news than this, but Yimulian heard the sound of a bullet being loaded.Not one, but a row.

A row of guns came to the right.

"Oh." Frog Porcelain responded indifferently, as if disappointed.

Huang Huang shook the gun in his hand: "The rest is 5/5, do you want to try it?"

Frog Porcelain clapped his hands calmly: "It's beyond the old man's expectation! But it's not okay, it's just good luck for a while, it doesn't count, let's come again..."

"boom--"

There was a gunshot, and another puff of gunpowder smoke filled the air that hadn't cleared up the smell. The bullet shot into the doorknob, making a muffled sound.

"4/4, sir, I suggest you fulfill your promise."

"Hmph, how can..."

"3/3. Or if you want to take a gamble, I will rush into that door and die with you with a one-for-one mentality. What are your chances of winning?"

The handle of the door was blown away by a bullet, and a double voice sounded from inside the door and on the screen: "Let's dream!"

The gangsters were of high quality and reacted very quickly. A row of pistols started shooting at him. Huang took the initiative to accept the hint of double vision circumference from Yimulian, and threw the earrings that he took off while shooting to the ground. When he smashed it, the earring emitted thick smoke like a smoke cake, and he nimbly got into the smoke.

Yimulian delayed the movement of the sentry with his mental tentacles, the gun butt smashed the forehead of a sentry, and kicked the gun of another sentry with a roundabout kick, and dived into the smoke with his skirt in his hands.Someone held his shoulder, and without thinking about it, he threw a hint of a weakened sense of smell.

Facing a large group of sentries, Yimulian is naturally outnumbered, but facing the few sentries in front of him...more than enough!

He gave mental hints to the sentries in front of him to the greatest extent, and their movements slowed down. Even half a second of a battle between sentries was enough to have a huge impact—Huang twitched one elbow to stun one, bent over and dodged A bullet that swept across the ear with the sound of the wind, put one hand on the enemy's shoulder, and with all his strength, he slapped his head and broke the opponent's neck.

The high workload made Yimulian a little dizzy. I wonder if it is the sequelae of loss of consciousness. From time to time, his mental power will become difficult to concentrate.

He frowned, the smoke shrunk quickly, and he was about to take another step back, when he suddenly saw a black muzzle from Huang's perspective.

It wasn't aimed at Huang, but at him.

How did you say that?The guide on the battlefield is the right-hand man of the sentinel, and is also the easiest to hold back the sentinel.

There was a "bang" gunshot, and the guide's reaction speed was too late for him to escape the bullet. All he could do in time was accept his fate and close his eyes.

He even made up the appearance of a bloody hole between his eyebrows for 0.01 second, but one second, two seconds passed, and he didn't die.He didn't understand why, the subconscious cheers from the cloud of consciousness had overwhelmed him, but he couldn't feel happy at all when he smelled the most familiar scent of sentinel pheromone in the air.

He belatedly sensed a heart-rending pain coming from the end of the spiritual connection terminal - from the palm of his hand, the palm of his right hand, not his right hand palm.The bullet hadn't been improved, it was just the most common pointed bullet, it almost passed through Huang's palm and got stuck in the sentinel's hard bones, blood sprayed half of his face.

——It's blood, Huang's blood.Filled with the pheromone scent of Sentinels in full swing.His sentries stopped death for him again.

Huang didn't blink at the pain, and said with a slap: "2/2."

With a headshot shot, the high-speed rotating special bullet drilled into the skull, blocking the gushing blood, and almost no blood splashed out, until a few seconds later, half of the head suddenly fell off.

Fighting is the instinct of beasts, and once the warlike factor in the Sentinel's blood is aroused, it is difficult to calm down again.Huang stunned the two sentinels whose legs were weak from fright, and rushed into the small room used for "live broadcast" like a ghost.Frog Porcelain was already huddled in the corner, his loss of power took away all his arrogance, and he had to face the sentinel who barged in like crazy in front of him in a panic.

Huang pointed the revolver at his head, and said in a chilly voice, "1/1."

Frog Porcelain trembled: "I'm wrong! I'm wrong! It's just a promise... I'll cancel this deal!"

Before Huang could say anything, a strange and seductive smell of pheromone rushed towards him like a flood of beasts. The smell was somewhat similar to blood, with a mysterious fishy sweetness. what is that.

No... Huang almost missed the fire and pulled the trigger, scaring Frog Porcelain to scream.

He probably remembered what it was.

- The wizard's binding heat.