Pirate's Strongest Passerby

Chapter 3 Pistol Turntable Game (please collect, please recommend!!!)
Hand laughed unscrupulously, and the fishmongers around him raised their eyebrows, but they didn't dare to come forward to help. They just closed their eyes and gritted their teeth, clenching their fists.

MD, these hateful bandits!The fishmongers gritted their teeth and thought, but there was nothing they could do.

Seeing the stall being smashed beyond recognition, Leo's eyes rolled with tears, as if a steel knife had ruthlessly gouged out his heart, and his heart was bleeding.

"It's over, it's over, it's over."

Leo whispered like he was possessed, his voice was a little crying, his lips were white, and his beard was trembling.

"Smelly old man, get out!"

A bald man in a black undershirt kicked Leo over, then clamped Leo's hand and pressed it on his waist, his knees pinned Leo to the ground so he couldn't move, his eyes were full of mockery, and then his hands Touched Leo's pocket.

Leo's face was stuck to the ground, covered with dust, and felt that the other party had taken away the things in his pocket. Leo immediately looked like a frightened bird, tears streaming down, and begged: "No, no! Brother Please, you also smashed the stall and took away the fish, please let me go, I used the money to buy medicine for my children..."

The bald head in the sweatshirt took out a crumpled banknote, his eyes were full of contempt, he got up and scratched Leo away, and scolded: "Damn old man, is there only so much money in the whole body?"

He got that banknote out of deceit, and now that the bandit held it in his hand, Leo was already disheartened.Recalling the scene of his child being tortured by illness every day and night, Leo felt a pain in his heart, and he didn't care to wipe the dust off his face, and rushed towards the bald head in sweatshirt like crazy.

The bald head in sweatshirt was not focused on Leo, and he couldn't concentrate, so he was immediately thrown down by Leo.

Leo reached out his hand frantically to snatch the banknote, and when he was about to grab the banknote, someone suddenly kicked him across the ground, kicking Leo to the ground.

Leo rolled three or four meters, his head hit a piece of wood, blood oozed from his forehead, mixed with dry dust and slid into Leo's mouth.

"Old guy, if you really want to die, I will give you a ride!" Hand took out a pistol from his waist and pointed at Leo with a fierce expression on his face.

When seeing a gun, a person always dodges subconsciously, and Leo is no exception.This is a manifestation of self-protection awareness, because no one can predict whether he will be alive the next second when the bullet is ejected.

Hand joked, for some reason, when he saw the fear in Leo's eyes, he felt full and superior.

It was as if he was the god of death at this moment, able to control the life and death of anyone.

Gently unlocking the safety of the gun with his thumb, Hand felt that this moment was really great!

However, just when he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly found that the gun in his hand had disappeared, and there was another man in front of him.

Chu Feng was playing with a gun in one hand, and a bamboo skewer in the other. A burnt fish was strung on the bamboo skewer.

"You interrupted me to eat."

Chu Feng bit off the tail of the fish as if nothing had happened, and slowly swallowed the whole grilled fish into his mouth. When he pulled it out, he had already been picked into a fish bone without any skin and flesh.

All of this felt like a trick, the bandits stared blankly, and a sentence popped up in their minds: How did this man do it?
Shaking his head vigorously, this is obviously not what they need to care about right now.

"Chu Fengsang!" Leo ran over and hugged Chu Feng's thigh if he met a savior, crying with snot and tears: "Chu Fengsang, please save me! Those with bald heads are bad guys, they robbed my money, and they want to kill me!"

After finishing speaking, Leo rubbed his face against Chu Feng's trousers vigorously, coughing his nose twice before stopping.

Chu Feng looked embarrassed, and felt that this guy was a bit like brown sugar, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how he shook it.

"Boy, I'm telling you, don't mind my business? Otherwise, I'll shoot you too!" Hand glared at Chu Feng with his round eyes, and said complacently: "I'm the bandit Burleigh Hand, and I'm offering a reward of 500 million Bailey's man! Be sensible and get the hell out of here, don't disturb my business."

"500 million?" Chu Feng threw away the fishbone, looked at the other party in a little surprise, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "It seems that you are quite valuable, bald man, how about we make a bet?"

Hand was stunned for a moment, stared at Chu Feng and said, "Gambling? What are you betting on?" Then a smile appeared on his face: "Let me tell you first, I am very good at gambling. The skill is the handle!"

When Hand said the word "gambling", his bald boys looked at Hand with ugly faces.

Their boss's gambling skills are really too bad to be flattered.

I remember the last time when I gambled with the dice, in order to flatter Hand, every time Hand made a bet, someone would point out the cave and say, "Boss, there is a shooting star!"

Then Hand ran out to look stupidly. After a few minutes, he came back with a dark face and wanted to yell, but he thought he hadn't checked the dice points yet, but when he opened them, the points were exactly the same as what he had bet on. Laughing heartily, completely forgetting about finding his subordinates to settle accounts, and betting every possible win.

In other words, Hande's awesome gambling skills are the result of his subordinates flattering him.

Therefore, when they heard Hande say that his gambling skills are amazing, only they know how much the boss's gambling skills are.

Chu Feng quickly spun the pistol a few times, then spread his hand, hooked the pistol with his index finger, and there were five golden bullets lying on the palm of his hand: "Russia... well, the pistol turntable game, I took five bullets out, and the hand There is still a bullet in the round. As usual, each of us shoots at ourselves, with a one-sixth probability, to see who will be favored by God. If I win, you give me 500 million Baileys. If you win Now, it's up to you to deal with it. How about it, do you dare to bet?"

"Interesting, hahaha!" Hand laughed, not knowing if he understood, he stroked Chengliang's bald head honestly, and said, "It's the first time I've heard of this kind of game, and it's quite interesting."

"Is that so?" Chu Feng grinned, and shook Leo, who was in the dark, and said, "Then I'll come first."

"Wait a minute!" The bald earrings ran up to Hand, and whispered, "Boss, there is still a bullet in the pistol, which will kill you! Besides, the first shot has a one-sixth chance of hitting a shot, and the next shot will kill you." It has become one-fifth! Boss, if you want to shoot, you must fire first!"

"There's another thing!" Hande said as if waking up from a dream, and patted his head: "But it's okay, your boss, I have always won every bet, and my luck is very good. I have never been afraid of anyone in the casino."

The bald head with stud earrings looked at him thoughtfully, and complained in his heart: You have never been afraid of anyone, isn't that why we let you?

But he knew he couldn't say this, if he did, maybe Hand's next gun would be pointed at his head.

"Boss, believe me, you have to be the first to shoot..."

"Crack, click, click, click, click"

Before he could finish speaking, five blank bombs sounded next to him. The bald head with earrings and the other bald heads turned their heads stiffly and looked at Chu Feng in amazement. Slowly put down the gun pointed at his temple.

The bandits opened their mouths wide enough to swallow a fist, and the surrounding air was suffocating, as if it had condensed at this moment.

"I'm sorry," Chu Feng spread his hands, smiled helplessly, and said, "To save time, I fired five shots, and I'll leave the last shot to you."

Chu Feng took Hand's cold hand, handed the pistol to his hand, then showed a harmless smile on his face, looked at Hand, and said, "Baldhead, now, it's your turn."

Hand was stunned, because he saw the coldness in the smiling eyes of the other party.

(End of this chapter)