"Hehe, your luck is unexpected!" Frans smiled a little in surprise and threw the pistol at me, the last three shots I have a two-thirds chance of saving Shibbel, if this shot is still empty, then Shiebel is too likely to die, and it is a dead death.

My hand trembled a little as I held the gun, and my heart trembled, and this shot decided whether Sheebel lived or died, and the result was so heavy that I felt a little unaffordable.

"You seem nervous, isn't the great assassin the king of guns? Why can't you even hold the gun steadily, or I'll help you with the last shot, haha......" Frans laughed proudly, and stimulated me a few words by the way.

"Gun King?" I muttered a sentence in my mouth, and suddenly my eyes flashed, "Yes, I am a real gun king, how can a small pistol stump me!" ”

Thinking of this, I suddenly clenched the pistol, suddenly raised my head and roared, jumped up, spun twice in the air, and threw my hand at the moment of landing.

"Smack!" A burst of flame erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet shot out, breaking the thinner rope in an instant, and the floor began to slowly close as the rumble sounded again.

I stood still, my pistol spinning rapidly on my fingers, snorting disdainfully, and stepped forward until the floor was completely closed, and I untied the rope and lowered Sheebel down.

"I knew you weren't going to let me die." This was the first thing Shiebel said, and he was smiling as if it was really just a game, and there was no sense of death.

"Where do you get your confidence, what if I'm unlucky?" I smiled, it felt good to be so trusted.

"No whatever, we won." Because of his identity, Shiebel only high-fived me in celebration, and he would have pounced on him as usual.

I was the only one who understood how hard it was to win this game, and it wasn't by luck, otherwise Sheebel would have fallen into the pool of molten iron and melted, because there was no bullet in the fourth shot just now, and that bullet landed on the fifth shot, which was Frans's next chance.

I had to let the game end on the fourth shot, because once Frans got the gun, I had to bet on luck, nothing could be changed, I could afford to gamble, but I couldn't afford to lose.

So in the end, I deliberately did those messy movements, jumping into the air is just a trick, the real purpose is to open the wheel with a very fast way when the body is spinning, determine the position of the bullet, and then adjust the wheel and close it again, and move the bullet to the position of the fourth gun, the gun is like a part of my body, I am so familiar with it that I can quickly complete the disassembly and assembly without using my eyes, just by feeling, but there are so many pairs of eyes around to watch, I have to do something to hide my movements, Luckily, no one noticed the magic.

"Frans, I suppose you can afford to lose, right?" I pulled Shiebel and turned my head to look at the guy.

"Of course, but God won't always protect you." Frans didn't get angry about losing the game, but instead looked more excited and perverted.

"Then we can go!" I chuckled and pulled Shiebel and walked out.

"Stop, when did I say you can go if you win the game?" Frans deliberately lengthened his tone, and his tone was full of sinister and smugness.

"Bastard, you don't believe what you say!" I gritted my teeth in anger, and with a blow to my wrist, the saber fell into the palm of my hand, and I was sure to pierce him at such a close distance, but I gave up after two seconds, and even if I killed him, I would not have escaped from so many guns with Shibbel, and I could not choose to die together until I reached a dead end.

"No, I never promised to let you go, and you didn't ask for that, did you?" Frans spread his hands and got carried away.

"Don't play word games with me, it's better to be happy and kill us directly!" I can't control the anger in my body anymore, if he really gives the order to shoot, I will kill him in an instant, let's all die together!

"Then what's the matter, I haven't played enough, if you win this game next, I'll release Shibel, this time I said it myself, I will never regret it, how about it? Do you want to play? Frans had an expectant look on his face.

His words made me calm down quickly, should I believe that bastard's words? I don't know, even if I regret it, I can't do it, but if I think about it, I don't seem to have a choice, playing is death, not playing is death, it's better to delay a little time, maybe there will be a turnaround.

Thinking of this, I flicked my fingers, retracted my saber, took two steps forward and walked up to Frans, and said, "If you lose, I hope you will keep your word like a man!" ”

"Don't worry, I said that if you release people, you will definitely be released, but if you lose, I will roast you to death in molten iron." Frans's grim smile gave me a sense of foreboding.

"Say, what's the game?" I asked coldly.

"Heads-up, you and ten of my men heads-up." Frans gestured to the ten big men in black who had been standing in the corner.

"It's as simple as that?" I hugged my shoulders with a look of disdain, those guys were burly at a glance, and ordinary people couldn't get close to three or five, but if they wanted to fight me, they had to practice for a few years.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished yet, if you win, I'll cut a knife on Shibbel, if you lose, chop off a finger, five minutes per game, and if you can still live after beating ten people, even if you win, I promise to release Shibbel." Frans smiled at me.

"Hehe, interesting, this is the first time I've heard this kind of rule, only if I hold on for fifty minutes and don't die, I will let Shiebel go, right?" I knew this game wasn't that simple, it seemed like I couldn't keep my ten fingers, but it didn't matter, as long as I could get Hibel out safely, I would die with this rotten life.

"That's right, that's it!" Frans snapped his fingers, and the ten black-clad men in the corner walked over with murderous aura.

"How? Great Assassin, can it begin? Frans smiled a perverted smile of a successful plot.

"Wait a minute, Frans, it's time for such a childish game to end, we are not kindergarten teachers, we don't coax children, we don't want to play this boring game with you anymore." Shiebel suddenly stepped forward, stopped Frans in a cold tone, and then came to me and said in Chinese: "Feng, let's ignore him and go out together, okay?" I'm with you! ”

I was stunned, going out together means dying together, it seems that she can't watch me being tortured, but this can be exchanged for her chance to live, I think it's worth it.

"Don't be stupid, you still have a lot to do, how can you die in such a ghost place, believe me, I will definitely save you!" I smiled gently, there were so many hideous faces that I almost forgot what gentleness was like.

"I don't need the freedom you bought with your life." Shiebel shook his head calmly, never the slightest fear from beginning to end, and was always as high as a queen.