Chapter 580
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"Continue!"
Mao ang looked at me and said loudly that I have faced many storms and waves. Moreover, when I was in purgatory, I had studied firearms and was familiar with revolvers. In fact, in purgatory, many of those special trainers love revolvers very much in guns. Without him, it is because the Western Cowboy's gun pulling posture is very handsome, and the action of rotating the gun and inserting it back into the waist holster is also very cool.
Of course, in addition to the loading ratio, the revolver has another advantage that it can fire bullets very quickly with the help of hand striking iron, so as to give full play to the continuous speed of pistol shooting. In the movie death squads, Stallone quickly pulled the revolver iron with his hand and shot all six bullets in an instant, five or six enemies in an instant.
Therefore, based on the cool and practical significance of the revolver, we practice it most in purgatory training. Of course, in addition to the practice of accurate shooting, another thing that can be practiced is to rotate the cartridge. For example, put a bullet in the empty cartridge and accurately grasp the position of the bullet when the rotation stops, which is regarded as qualified.
Although I have practiced, I am not very skilled. I can't accurately control the position of the bullet. I can only roughly feel the location of the bullet. Mao ang told me to continue. I opened the cartridge, then picked up a bullet from the table next to me, added it, rotated it, stopped by feeling, and then pulled the trigger against my head. With a click, it was really empty. There were only two bullets in the six holes in the cartridge. Originally, there was a 66% chance of life. I used my unskilled skills, It's not too difficult to avoid these two bullets.
"It's your turn!"
I knew the next round of the revolver was empty, so I calmly handed colt to Mao ang.
Mao Ang's hands trembled a little. Then he hardened his scalp and pulled the trigger. When he found that he was all right, he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and the people around him couldn't help shouting a long low cry.
I knew from the color of fear in Mao Ang's eyes, the cold sweat on his forehead and his trembling hand that this guy was actually afraid slowly. Many things are like this. They begin to make some major decisions with an impulse, but when the death threat really comes, people can always wake up quickly in front of the death threat and realize what they really want, women? Dignity? Or just live?
In fact, I'm in a dilemma now. Of course I don't want to die, but I don't want Mao ang to die. If he burps farts, it's estimated that Guo Xianglin won't let me or go out from here, so I took advantage of Mao Ang's fear and retreat and took the opportunity to say to him: "Mao ang, or the Russian Roulette will stop here. Face the reality, even if we decide the outcome, no matter who dies, you and Yinger can't be together anymore. Let go?"
I guess it's right. Mao ang is really a little regretful and afraid at the moment, because he found that he didn't like Yinger as much as he thought when death came. If he dueled with me to defend love, it's better to say that he can't afford to lose this person. Although he is very afraid and wants to quit, I underestimated his face and respect Yan's persistence, he glared at me fiercely: "who loses and who wins doesn't know yet. Do you think you really win? Today, either I die or you die!"
With that, he forcibly grabbed a bullet from the table and stuffed it into the barrel, then quickly pulled the trigger on his head, which was empty with a click.
"It's you!"
At the moment, I was a little nervous and pulled the trigger. Fortunately, it was empty. When the people around me saw these scenes, everyone felt like sitting on a Ferris wheel, tightening and relaxing for a while, and from time to time issued a faint voice with lingering fear.
Mao ang himself didn't expect that the duel would take so long. He had three bullets and didn't decide the outcome. He stared at me and said, "continue!"
I have faced many life and death tests in the past two years, which has trained my strong psychological quality, but the small cage bag around me is different. She saw that I have to add bullets to the cartridge. This is the fourth bullet, and only two holes in the whole cartridge are empty. That is to say, if the influencing factors of my skill of rotating the cartridge are not considered, the mortality rate will be as high as 60% In other words, under normal circumstances, this shot is very likely to kill me.
Xiaolongbao pulled me out of control with tears in his eyes and begged in a crying voice: "don't continue... I beg you..."
Mao Ang's face was cold at the moment: "when it was my turn to shoot just now, why didn't you ask to stop? Now it's his turn to stop playing. I tell you it's no use. Chen Yu must continue."
I looked at Mao ang disappointed and felt that he was a little crazy. He dueled with me not for love, but for his own face. I turned to comfort xiaolongbao and said, "girl, don't be afraid. I promise you can end the duel in this round."
With that, I began to turn the cartridge with four bullets, and my eyes closed.
The cartridge is rotating rapidly. After closing my eyes, my hearing is more sensitive. I carefully feel the sound made by the rotation of the cartridge, then my eyes suddenly open and stop the cartridge with a snap.
Mao ang looked at me with a sneer: "don't dally, shoot!"
In fact, the moment I stopped the cartridge, I could feel it from experience. This shot was empty and the next shot was loaded. Basically, the victory and defeat were divided at the moment I stopped.
So I calmly raised my gun to my head and pulled the trigger without frowning
"Click!"
Sure enough, it was empty. People around me cried out one after another. Ying'er couldn't help crying with joy when she saw that I was all right.
Wu Qingshan and Guo Xianglin began to look dignified, because it was Mao Ang's turn, and the death rate of this shot was 80%. If you are pessimistic, you can even think Mao ang is dead. Guo Xianglin secretly ordered his men: "tell the sniper to shoot and save the young master."
Mao ang naturally knows that the next shot is almost the result of death. He has been afraid and regretted since the last two rounds. He just forced the duel because of his self-esteem. Now in the face of such a desperate situation, the whole person is a little paralyzed, his face is dead gray, his eyes are desperate, and his body is trembling slightly. He doesn't have the courage to step over and take the revolver from me.
I looked at him and said, "don't you have the courage? Let me help you!"
With that, I raised colt in my hand and pointed the muzzle of the gun at him. People around me were surprised. They thought I was going to help Mao ang pull the gun to kill Mao ang. Before they could scream, I had directly pulled the trigger. The "bang" shot smashed a bottle of Betel on the table beside Mao ang, and scared Mao ang himself to sit on the ground.
I broke the champagne bottle with one shot, and everyone around took a breath of air-conditioning, because Mao ang should have pulled the trigger and hit him on his own head, that is to say, I let Mao ang go once and gave him a chance to live.
In fact, what I don't know is that when I aimed my gun at Mao ang, the sniper hiding in the distance was supposed to shoot me, but miss Du Ruoqi forcibly stopped the sniper. I also experienced the moment of life and death without knowing it.
"Mao ang, you lost!"
I put colt back on the table, then pulled up Yinger's small hand again, smiled and said, "girl, let's go."
Wu Zongwei and a group of soldiers are still closely around us. Wu Zongwei doesn't know how to deal with the current situation now. He turns his head and looks at Guo Xianglin, asking whether to let me go with Ying'er or catch us both?
I saved Du Ruoqi, but now I didn't kill Mao ang. I let Mao ang live in the Russian Roulette duel. In addition, Chen's group supported me. For various reasons, Guo Xianglin was black faced and silent for a long time before he said coldly: "let them go!"
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"Continue!"
Mao ang looked at me and said loudly that I have faced many storms and waves. Moreover, when I was in purgatory, I had studied firearms and was familiar with revolvers. In fact, in purgatory, many of those special trainers love revolvers very much in guns. Without him, it is because the Western Cowboy's gun pulling posture is very handsome, and the action of rotating the gun and inserting it back into the waist holster is also very cool.
Of course, in addition to the loading ratio, the revolver has another advantage that it can fire bullets very quickly with the help of hand striking iron, so as to give full play to the continuous speed of pistol shooting. In the movie death squads, Stallone quickly pulled the revolver iron with his hand and shot all six bullets in an instant, five or six enemies in an instant.
Therefore, based on the cool and practical significance of the revolver, we practice it most in purgatory training. Of course, in addition to the practice of accurate shooting, another thing that can be practiced is to rotate the cartridge. For example, put a bullet in the empty cartridge and accurately grasp the position of the bullet when the rotation stops, which is regarded as qualified.
Although I have practiced, I am not very skilled. I can't accurately control the position of the bullet. I can only roughly feel the location of the bullet. Mao ang told me to continue. I opened the cartridge, then picked up a bullet from the table next to me, added it, rotated it, stopped by feeling, and then pulled the trigger against my head. With a click, it was really empty. There were only two bullets in the six holes in the cartridge. Originally, there was a 66% chance of life. I used my unskilled skills, It's not too difficult to avoid these two bullets.
"It's your turn!"
I knew the next round of the revolver was empty, so I calmly handed colt to Mao ang.
Mao Ang's hands trembled a little. Then he hardened his scalp and pulled the trigger. When he found that he was all right, he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and the people around him couldn't help shouting a long low cry.
I knew from the color of fear in Mao Ang's eyes, the cold sweat on his forehead and his trembling hand that this guy was actually afraid slowly. Many things are like this. They begin to make some major decisions with an impulse, but when the death threat really comes, people can always wake up quickly in front of the death threat and realize what they really want, women? Dignity? Or just live?
In fact, I'm in a dilemma now. Of course I don't want to die, but I don't want Mao ang to die. If he burps farts, it's estimated that Guo Xianglin won't let me or go out from here, so I took advantage of Mao Ang's fear and retreat and took the opportunity to say to him: "Mao ang, or the Russian Roulette will stop here. Face the reality, even if we decide the outcome, no matter who dies, you and Yinger can't be together anymore. Let go?"
I guess it's right. Mao ang is really a little regretful and afraid at the moment, because he found that he didn't like Yinger as much as he thought when death came. If he dueled with me to defend love, it's better to say that he can't afford to lose this person. Although he is very afraid and wants to quit, I underestimated his face and respect Yan's persistence, he glared at me fiercely: "who loses and who wins doesn't know yet. Do you think you really win? Today, either I die or you die!"
With that, he forcibly grabbed a bullet from the table and stuffed it into the barrel, then quickly pulled the trigger on his head, which was empty with a click.
"It's you!"
At the moment, I was a little nervous and pulled the trigger. Fortunately, it was empty. When the people around me saw these scenes, everyone felt like sitting on a Ferris wheel, tightening and relaxing for a while, and from time to time issued a faint voice with lingering fear.
Mao ang himself didn't expect that the duel would take so long. He had three bullets and didn't decide the outcome. He stared at me and said, "continue!"
I have faced many life and death tests in the past two years, which has trained my strong psychological quality, but the small cage bag around me is different. She saw that I have to add bullets to the cartridge. This is the fourth bullet, and only two holes in the whole cartridge are empty. That is to say, if the influencing factors of my skill of rotating the cartridge are not considered, the mortality rate will be as high as 60% In other words, under normal circumstances, this shot is very likely to kill me.
Xiaolongbao pulled me out of control with tears in his eyes and begged in a crying voice: "don't continue... I beg you..."
Mao Ang's face was cold at the moment: "when it was my turn to shoot just now, why didn't you ask to stop? Now it's his turn to stop playing. I tell you it's no use. Chen Yu must continue."
I looked at Mao ang disappointed and felt that he was a little crazy. He dueled with me not for love, but for his own face. I turned to comfort xiaolongbao and said, "girl, don't be afraid. I promise you can end the duel in this round."
With that, I began to turn the cartridge with four bullets, and my eyes closed.
The cartridge is rotating rapidly. After closing my eyes, my hearing is more sensitive. I carefully feel the sound made by the rotation of the cartridge, then my eyes suddenly open and stop the cartridge with a snap.
Mao ang looked at me with a sneer: "don't dally, shoot!"
In fact, the moment I stopped the cartridge, I could feel it from experience. This shot was empty and the next shot was loaded. Basically, the victory and defeat were divided at the moment I stopped.
So I calmly raised my gun to my head and pulled the trigger without frowning
"Click!"
Sure enough, it was empty. People around me cried out one after another. Ying'er couldn't help crying with joy when she saw that I was all right.
Wu Qingshan and Guo Xianglin began to look dignified, because it was Mao Ang's turn, and the death rate of this shot was 80%. If you are pessimistic, you can even think Mao ang is dead. Guo Xianglin secretly ordered his men: "tell the sniper to shoot and save the young master."
Mao ang naturally knows that the next shot is almost the result of death. He has been afraid and regretted since the last two rounds. He just forced the duel because of his self-esteem. Now in the face of such a desperate situation, the whole person is a little paralyzed, his face is dead gray, his eyes are desperate, and his body is trembling slightly. He doesn't have the courage to step over and take the revolver from me.
I looked at him and said, "don't you have the courage? Let me help you!"
With that, I raised colt in my hand and pointed the muzzle of the gun at him. People around me were surprised. They thought I was going to help Mao ang pull the gun to kill Mao ang. Before they could scream, I had directly pulled the trigger. The "bang" shot smashed a bottle of Betel on the table beside Mao ang, and scared Mao ang himself to sit on the ground.
I broke the champagne bottle with one shot, and everyone around took a breath of air-conditioning, because Mao ang should have pulled the trigger and hit him on his own head, that is to say, I let Mao ang go once and gave him a chance to live.
In fact, what I don't know is that when I aimed my gun at Mao ang, the sniper hiding in the distance was supposed to shoot me, but miss Du Ruoqi forcibly stopped the sniper. I also experienced the moment of life and death without knowing it.
"Mao ang, you lost!"
I put colt back on the table, then pulled up Yinger's small hand again, smiled and said, "girl, let's go."
Wu Zongwei and a group of soldiers are still closely around us. Wu Zongwei doesn't know how to deal with the current situation now. He turns his head and looks at Guo Xianglin, asking whether to let me go with Ying'er or catch us both?
I saved Du Ruoqi, but now I didn't kill Mao ang. I let Mao ang live in the Russian Roulette duel. In addition, Chen's group supported me. For various reasons, Guo Xianglin was black faced and silent for a long time before he said coldly: "let them go!"
"Continue!"Mao ang looked at me and said loudly that I have faced many storms and waves. Moreover, when I was in purgatory, I had studied firearms and was familiar with revolvers. In fact, in purgatory, many of those special trainers love revolvers very much in guns. Without him, it is because the Western Cowboy's gun pulling posture is very handsome, and the action of rotating the gun and inserting it back into the waist holster is also very cool.Of course, in addition to the loading ratio, the revolver has another advantage that it can fire bullets very quickly with the help of hand striking iron, so as to give full play to the continuous speed of pistol shooting. In the movie death squads, Stallone quickly pulled the revolver iron with his hand and shot all six bullets in an instant, five or six enemies in an instant.Therefore, based on the cool and practical significance of the revolver, we practice it most in purgatory training. Of course, in addition to the practice of accurate shooting, another thing that can be practiced is to rotate the cartridge. For example, put a bullet in the empty cartridge and accurately grasp the position of the bullet when the rotation stops, which is regarded as qualified.Although I have practiced, I am not very skilled. I can't accurately control the position of the bullet. I can only roughly feel the location of the bullet. Mao ang told me to continue. I opened the cartridge, then picked up a bullet from the table next to me, added it, rotated it, stopped by feeling, and then pulled the trigger against my head. With a click, it was really empty. There were only two bullets in the six holes in the cartridge. Originally, there was a 66% chance of life. I used my unskilled skills, It's not too difficult to avoid these two bullets."It's your turn!"I knew the next round of the revolver was empty, so I calmly handed colt to Mao ang.Mao Ang's hands trembled a little. Then he hardened his scalp and pulled the trigger. When he found that he was all right, he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and the people around him couldn't help shouting a long low cry.I knew from the color of fear in Mao Ang's eyes, the cold sweat on his forehead and his trembling hand that this guy was actually afraid slowly. Many things are like this. They begin to make some major decisions with an impulse, but when the death threat really comes, people can always wake up quickly in front of the death threat and realize what they really want, women? Dignity? Or just live?In fact, I'm in a dilemma now. Of course I don't want to die, but I don't want Mao ang to die. If he burps farts, it's estimated that Guo Xianglin won't let me or go out from here, so I took advantage of Mao Ang's fear and retreat and took the opportunity to say to him: "Mao ang, or the Russian Roulette will stop here. Face the reality, even if we decide the outcome, no matter who dies, you and Yinger can't be together anymore. Let go?"I guess it's right. Mao ang is really a little regretful and afraid at the moment, because he found that he didn't like Yinger as much as he thought when death came. If he dueled with me to defend love, it's better to say that he can't afford to lose this person. Although he is very afraid and wants to quit, I underestimated his face and respect Yan's persistence, he glared at me fiercely: "who loses and who wins doesn't know yet. Do you think you really win? Today, either I die or you die!"With that, he forcibly grabbed a bullet from the table and stuffed it into the barrel, then quickly pulled the trigger on his head, which was empty with a click."It's you!"At the moment, I was a little nervous and pulled the trigger. Fortunately, it was empty. When the people around me saw these scenes, everyone felt like sitting on a Ferris wheel, tightening and relaxing for a while, and from time to time issued a faint voice with lingering fear.Mao ang himself didn't expect that the duel would take so long. He had three bullets and didn't decide the outcome. He stared at me and said, "continue!"I have faced many life and death tests in the past two years, which has trained my strong psychological quality, but the small cage bag around me is different. She saw that I have to add bullets to the cartridge. This is the fourth bullet, and only two holes in the whole cartridge are empty. That is to say, if the influencing factors of my skill of rotating the cartridge are not considered, the mortality rate will be as high as 60% In other words, under normal circumstances, this shot is very likely to kill me.Xiaolongbao pulled me out of control with tears in his eyes and begged in a crying voice: "don't continue... I beg you..."Mao Ang's face was cold at the moment: "when it was my turn to shoot just now, why didn't you ask to stop? Now it's his turn to stop playing. I tell you it's no use. Chen Yu must continue."I looked at Mao ang disappointed and felt that he was a little crazy. He dueled with me not for love, but for his own face. I turned to comfort xiaolongbao and said, "girl, don't be afraid. I promise you can end the duel in this round."With that, I began to turn the cartridge with four bullets, and my eyes closed.The cartridge is rotating rapidly. After closing my eyes, my hearing is more sensitive. I carefully feel the sound made by the rotation of the cartridge, then my eyes suddenly open and stop the cartridge with a snap.Mao ang looked at me with a sneer: "don't dally, shoot!"In fact, the moment I stopped the cartridge, I could feel it from experience. This shot was empty and the next shot was loaded. Basically, the victory and defeat were divided at the moment I stopped.So I calmly raised my gun to my head and pulled the trigger without frowning"Click!"Sure enough, it was empty. People around me cried out one after another. Ying'er couldn't help crying with joy when she saw that I was all right.Wu Qingshan and Guo Xianglin began to look dignified, because it was Mao Ang's turn, and the death rate of this shot was 80%. If you are pessimistic, you can even think Mao ang is dead. Guo Xianglin secretly ordered his men: "tell the sniper to shoot and save the young master."Mao ang naturally knows that the next shot is almost the result of death. He has been afraid and regretted since the last two rounds. He just forced the duel because of his self-esteem. Now in the face of such a desperate situation, the whole person is a little paralyzed, his face is dead gray, his eyes are desperate, and his body is trembling slightly. He doesn't have the courage to step over and take the revolver from me.I looked at him and said, "don't you have the courage? Let me help you!"With that, I raised colt in my hand and pointed the muzzle of the gun at him. People around me were surprised. They thought I was going to help Mao ang pull the gun to kill Mao ang. Before they could scream, I had directly pulled the trigger. The "bang" shot smashed a bottle of Betel on the table beside Mao ang, and scared Mao ang himself to sit on the ground.I broke the champagne bottle with one shot, and everyone around took a breath of air-conditioning, because Mao ang should have pulled the trigger and hit him on his own head, that is to say, I let Mao ang go once and gave him a chance to live.In fact, what I don't know is that when I aimed my gun at Mao ang, the sniper hiding in the distance was supposed to shoot me, but miss Du Ruoqi forcibly stopped the sniper. I also experienced the moment of life and death without knowing it."Mao ang, you lost!"I put colt back on the table, then pulled up Yinger's small hand again, smiled and said, "girl, let's go."Wu Zongwei and a group of soldiers are still closely around us. Wu Zongwei doesn't know how to deal with the current situation now. He turns his head and looks at Guo Xianglin, asking whether to let me go with Ying'er or catch us both?I saved Du Ruoqi, but now I didn't kill Mao ang. I let Mao ang live in the Russian Roulette duel. In addition, Chen's group supported me. For various reasons, Guo Xianglin was black faced and silent for a long time before he said coldly: "let them go!"
