"If you want to play, I'll accompany you, but you have to let Sheebel go first, otherwise I won't be happy." The only way I can do this is to try to get Shiebel to go first, as long as she's away from me, the chances of escaping are much higher, and to be honest, these guys may not be able to keep me, even though they have guns in their hands.

"That's not going to work, she's going to participate in this game too!" Frans sneered and looked at Shibbel.

"What the hell are you going to play?" I frowned slightly, although it was good news for me that he didn't kill us directly, but it looked like he was going to kill us.

"An ancient game, Russian roulette." Frans pulled out a revolver and spun his fingers in the trigger guard.

"Hmph, you're playing this with me? Are you bold enough not to tremble when the time comes! I sneered and looked at Frans, this guy dared to gamble with me, but no matter how I looked at him, he didn't look like a person who was not afraid of death.

"No, the two of us bet on her lives!" Frans raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at Shibel.

"What do you mean?" I stepped forward, my brow furrowed deeply.

"Hang her up!" Frans ignored me, waved at his men on the side, and immediately rushed up to four big men, tied up Sheebel with a piece of twine, and carried him to a large machine on his right.

At this time, someone pressed the button on the machine, and the ground suddenly rumbled, and the buzzing sound was like a train passing in my ears, and I saw that the floor in front of the machine slowly separated like two sides, and suddenly a hot air came to my face, and the heat scorched the ends of my hair.

"What's going on?" I took two steps back and muttered to myself.

After the floor was separated, I stepped forward to see that there was boiling hot molten iron underneath, releasing a huge amount of heat like red magma.

"What are you going to do?" I yelled at Frans with a sense of foreboding.

He spun his revolver and ignored me, just keeping that sickly grim smile, and the few men in black beside him also sneered, as if waiting for an upcoming big show, and I became more and more uneasy.

After the floor stopped shaking, the two big men pushed Shiebel to the iron pool, and then hung Shiebel on the iron pool by wrapping the rope around the pulley on the top of the machine, and then pulled a rope out of the machine, but it was twice as thin as the hemp rope that tied Shibel, and a heavy object was tied below it and hung at the same height as Xia Ya.

"Frans, what the hell do you want?" I rushed to the guy in one lunge and was immediately stopped by a dozen muzzles.

"Don't be impulsive, I don't think you understand the rules of the game, I'll explain it to you." Frans sneered and said, "If the two ropes hanging on the heavy object are broken, the floor below will close, but if the rope that binds that slut is broken, she will fall into the molten iron and melt, and the two of us will shoot each person, see ......"

"No more talk, let's get started!" I interrupted him with a wave of my hand, and the temperature above the iron pool was so high that Sibel was roasted to death while listening to his chatter.

"Happy, don't you think about it again?" Frans glanced at me and smiled.

"Will you let us go?" I asked coldly.

"Nope! If you don't play, I'll just throw her down. Frans pointed to the red molten iron underneath.

"Then what the hell are you talking nonsense? Do you have fun with Lao Tzu? "I was anxious and angry, and I couldn't keep my peace before.

"That's right, you're right!" Frans looked proud, obviously trying to torture us to death little by little.

"Let's get started, my patience is running out!" I squeezed a word out between my teeth.

"As you wish!" Frans pulled a bullet out of his pocket, flicked his wrist, shook off the pistol wheel, put the bullet into one of the six slots, and then let the wheel spin quickly, and finally closed the wheel with a snap.

"Do you come first or do I come first?" Frans hung the pistol on his fingertips and turned to me in question.

"You!" I didn't hesitate to speak.

"No problem, my marksmanship is very good!" Frans laughed and raised his hand to the hemp rope, his arm was motionless, he looked like a master of playing with a gun, I closed my eyes tightly, I really couldn't see the scene of Shiebel falling into the molten iron, and my heart kept praying, no bullets, no ......bullets, no bullets, no bullets.

After three seconds of silence, Frans finally pulled the trigger, only to hear the "click", the quasi-wheel moved its position, no bullets were fired, empty gun, it was an empty gun, I couldn't help but take a deep breath, the cold sweat on my forehead came down, this kind of play was even more cruel than shooting myself in the head.

"Good luck, it's your turn!" Frans threw the pistol over, and I raised my hand to take it, but I didn't lift it, and looked at Shiebel who was hanging above the molten iron.

She was also looking at me, her eyes were beautiful, very calm, without the slightest worry and fear, as if she was sure that she would not die, I really didn't understand where she got so much confidence, although I have been lucky, but I really don't know the bottom of my heart.

I've never experienced anything like this, I'm gambling, but it's her life.

"Hurry up, if you hesitate, she'll be roasted to death!" Frans hugged his shoulders and said in a strange manner.

Shiebel looked me in the eye and nodded slightly, I took a deep breath and calmed myself down quickly, although it was close, the thread that hung the weight was too thin, and I only had one chance, and I had to hit it with one blow, without the slightest deviation.

Slowly raise your hand, aim at the line, let your body and mind relax, if I usually have such a close distance I don't have to aim at all, I can hit it casually, but now I have to take it seriously, the more this is the case, the more bottomless my heart is, always thinking about what to do if I miss.

"Click!" There was a slight crisp sound, and I finally pulled the trigger, and it was still an empty gun, no bullets, and my heart sank suddenly, this is bad!

"Haha, great assassin, do you think she'll be able to escape this shot?" Frans laughed triumphantly, and the perverted look seemed to have seen Sheebel struggling in molten iron.

"Hmph, it's only the third shot, don't be too happy, you don't know if you win or lose!" I snorted coldly and threw my gun over.

"That's right, it's not you who died anyway!" Frans deliberately irritated me with such words.

"You dog bastard." I clenched my fists and cursed in my heart.

This shot Frans seemed to be deliberate, and he didn't move his hand for a long time, so angry that I scolded: "What are you waiting for, do you think you can win in this way?" Idiot! ”

As soon as the words fell, Frans suddenly pulled the trigger, and my heart instantly rose to my throat, and my back was soaked with sweat. I instantly got goosebumps, but the muzzle of the gun did not shoot a bullet, my clenched fist suddenly released, the third shot was still empty, I breathed a sigh of relief, the whole person was about to collapse.