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My Adolescence - Chapter 329

Published at 16th of May 2022 05:37:08 AM


Chapter 329

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In the dungeon hall, there was a rectangular table. Xiaolongbao and I sat face to face on the chair across the table. Behind us were three armed tribal soldiers with rifles. They looked at us covetously. Xiaolongbao was still calm at the moment, and even comforted me: "Chen Yu, it's okay. It'll be okay when my father comes back."

"Yes!"

I sat in the chair and promised faintly. I thought you were too naive. If you don't know about the affair between Gorman and Maggie, everything is fine tonight. Now that Gorman's secret has been discovered by you, Gorman must be afraid of you telling Wu Qingshan the secret. He will kill all potential crises before Wu Qingshan comes back, and the best way is to kill you and me, The dead will keep the secret forever.

While clearing my mind, I quickly turned my mind to find a way. Now there are six covetous soldiers in the dungeon hall. These guys are all the confidants of Ge man.

When they caught us in just now, first, they were busy, and second, they were so many that I didn't resist at all, so they didn't tie a rope to me and the cage after they came in, so this is my only comfort.

But even so, I want to put down the six Guard soldiers in the house in an instant and successfully escape from here. The difficulty really makes me a little desperate.

At this time, the iron door clicked, and brother man came in from the outside. He was wearing a mercenary military coat without a hat, holding a bottle of flat whisky in his hand. He looked up and drank a mouthful of liquor. The ferocious eyes of hyenas glanced at me and xiaolongbao, and walked slowly over.

Behind him was a middle-aged man in a white coat. The man carried a black suitcase in his hand. When he came in, he came silently and opened the suitcase on the table. Inside was a bottle of small medicine and a syringe. He took the medicine with the syringe quickly, then put the prepared syringe on the table and stepped back, The expressionless man stood with his hands behind him.

Xiaolongbao and I looked at each other suspiciously. Xiaolongbao looked a little scared, but forced to calmly stare at GE man and said, "you'd better let us go now, or my father won't spare you when he comes back."

"Hehe" elder brother man raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer, "the big leader went to Mandalay tonight and won't come back until tomorrow morning. Before he comes back, I will wipe out all the things you know."

Xiaolongbao turned pale and said, "you want to kill people, but aren't you afraid you can't tell my father?"

"Explain?" Ge man: "hehe, I also have at least 100 ways to deceive this thing. For example, Chen Yu kidnapped the eldest lady, you forced us to rescue Li Mengting. There was a conflict in the process, Chen Yu killed you, and we shot Chen Yu."

Xiaolongbao was surprised and angry. He couldn't help scolding: "shameless!"

"Hehe" I smiled noncommittally, then pointed to the syringe with medicine on the table and said faintly: "Do you know what this is? This is a new medicine. It was originally studied to treat Alzheimer's disease, but the research results failed. This medicine is a failed product. After injection, it will not only cure Alzheimer's disease, but also cause serious damage to the patient's brain. Such a little medicine is enough to turn a normal person into an idiot without intelligence."

The little cage bag said in silence, "do you want to make me an idiot?"

She wanted to struggle from her chair, but two soldiers behind her directly pressed her on the table and made her unable to move. As soon as I wanted to move, the rifles of the three soldiers behind me hit my back to remind me not to move.

Brother man glanced at me and xiaolongbao and said faintly, "it's strange that you know too many things. Doctor, do it."

The doctor in a white coat was ready to come up and inject medicine into xiaolongbao. Xiaolongbao finally knew that he was afraid and sobbed, but he was pressed on the table by two soldiers and could not resist.

I couldn't help it any more at this time, so I yelled at my brother: "asshole, I should have done something to a little girl. It's thanks to her taking you as her uncle on weekdays. Are you human?"

It doesn't matter if I don't speak. As soon as I speak, my brother becomes furious. Because so many things have happened tonight, it has turned into this mess. I am the initiator and culprit.

Brother man came over, took out a revolver, put it against my chin, stared at me ferociously and said, "if it weren't for your boy's trouble, where would things become like this? I despise you as a little white face who relies on women's help. It's useless at all. When I die, I want to be a hero?"

He then opened the cartridge of the revolver, which had only six bullets. He took out five of them and left only one bullet in it. Then he forced the revolver to rotate, finally stopped with a click, and then put the revolver with only one bullet heavily on the table: "You want to be a hero, don't you? I'll give you a chance, Russian roulette, you know?"

Russian roulette, of course, I know. It is a very cruel duel game. The general prop is this kind of revolver. Put one or two bullets in it and stop after turning the revolver. Both sides of the duel successively pull the trigger with the revolver against their own head. The failed party often shoots his own head and dies.

I looked at the small cage bag pressed by the soldiers next to me, the doctor in a white coat with a syringe in his hand, and the three soldiers with rifles pointing at me behind me. I knew I had been forced to the cliff, so I clenched my teeth and jumped out, stared at brother man and said, "you want to play death roulette with me, right? Well, I'll have a death duel with you!"

Brother man smiled when he heard the speech. He looked at me proudly and said, "I'm not playing death roulette with you, but you play it yourself. If you dare to pull the trigger on your own head with the pistol with only one bullet on the table to prove your courage, or I'll consider letting miss Ying'er go. Note, I'm just thinking about it, ha ha..."

The left wheel cartridge can hold six bullets. Although there is only one bullet in it now, the probability of death is as high as one in six.

Before I made a decision, the little cage bag pressed on the table cried and cried: "Chen Yu, don't play this game with him. He is a madman and used to play this game with prisoners. He plays you. Even if you win once, he will continue to add bullets to let you play. Eventually you will die in your own hands. He is torturing and playing you for fun."

Brother man shrugged at me: "since you don't want to play games, there's no way. Doctor, you go on..."

The doctor in a white coat was about to put a needle into the neck of the small cage bag. I couldn't help blurting out: "wait, I'll play!"

Brother man motioned to the doctor to stop, then looked at me with interest and grinned, "ha ha, it's starting to be a little interesting."

"Chen Yu -" xiaolongbao was almost injected into an idiot's medicine. At the moment, he cried out to me sadly.

I comforted her and said, "xiaolongbao, be strong. We will all survive tonight. I will get you out."

Brother quite sneered: "it's cool to play. Hurry up. Don't ink with me!"

I looked at this guy's hateful face and was filled with anger. I wanted to take the revolver on the table and shoot him. But anger is anger. There is only one bullet in the revolver, and there may not be bullets in the first shot, so the idea of shooting him is unrealistic.

"Hurry up!"

Gorman urged me again. The other six soldiers in the dungeon hall and the doctor were also looking at me with interest and cruelty and smiling. They didn't treat me as a person at all, just like those nobles in the ancient Roman arena watching a slave duel and making fun of other people's lives.

I gritted my teeth, picked up the revolver, pulled the trigger on my head, and made a click. God bless me. Fortunately, there were no bullets.

The six soldiers and doctors hissed together. They were obviously disappointed that there was no bullet in this shot. Brother man grabbed the revolver in my hand, opened the cartridge, looked at it and said, "there will be bullets in the next shot. You're lucky."

Remember, he continued to put a bullet in it, and this time it became two bullets in it. He rotated the revolver cartridge, then stopped with a click, handed me the revolver again and said, "Hey, people who play this game with me can hold up to three bullets. If you can play four bullets and survive, you will win."

I stared at him: "I won?"

Brother said casually, "if you can survive four bullets, I'll let you and miss Ying'er go. Is this reward very attractive?"




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