Dc Rage Dragon

Chapter 192 Pistol Russian Turntable

Jacob Bellman was taken aback for a moment. He didn’t expect that this rich man who looked gentle, rich and graceful would play even bigger than him.

But what hasn’t he experienced with Jacob Bellman? Surviving from the smoke and flames of the battlefield is far greater than this frightening battle.

Jacob Bellman was full of cruel eyes, and said cruelly: “Okay, have the courage.”

He picked up the bright silver revolver again, opened the roulette loading compartment, and stuffed the yellow bullets on the table.

Seeing that Alex was willing to play with this madman, the other gang bosses couldn’t sit still.

“Mr. Alex, you don’t have to play with such lunatics.” The Morse family patriarch sat on the seat as steady as Tarzan, with his cane between his legs and his hands on top of the black cane, and said with a calm face.

Alex is already an indispensable existence for these gangsters who want to go ashore and be a future gangster. At least there is no one with Alex’s background, power, money, status, and power who wants to play in this pool of gangsters.

At this almost negotiated moment, no one would hope that Alex had a problem and their future would be cut off.

“Yes, Mr. Alex, please ignore Jacob Bellman.”

“Jacob Bellman’s bloody Tomahawk gang is notorious. Such people cannot reason with him.”

“Mr. Alex, he is not worth it.”

The bosses of all kinds of gangsters all persuaded them in a deep voice. As Alex, it is not worth the risk to play the Russian turntable with a revolver. No one may have a bullet in the head of such a dangerous thing.

If Alex is really accidentally accidental, then they will lose a lot!

“Leave it to us, Mr. Alex. One less bloody Tomahawk Gang will not get in the way.” The Morse family chief said in a deep voice, “We will eradicate the uncertainty of the Bloody Tomahawk Gang for you.”

When the Morse family chief said these words, the whole hall was silent, and the needle fell.

Even Jacob Bellman, who was smiling and loading the bullet, couldn’t help but stop.

The air started to be a little hot and agitated, agitating and restless.

“Yes, that’s right.”

A gang boss agreed with the words of the Morse family patriarch, his face turned cold, and he looked at Jacob Bellman with unkind eyes.

“count me in!”

“Me too.”

“Agree.”

One after another, all the other gang bosses are in favor of eradicating the bloody Tomahawk gang and helping Alex pave the way. There is no need for Alex to play any games.

Suddenly, in the whole hall, all the gang bosses, their eyes faintly gleaming with dangerous light, united and planned to eradicate the bloody Tomahawk gang. Their gazes were sharply fixed on Jacob Bellman, who was reloading his ammunition. , The guns of all the gang boss bodyguards, uniformly point to Jacob Bellman.

why is that?

This is the power of money, power, reputation, status, and prestige. There is no need for Alex to act. There are already many people who want to do things for him, remove unstable elements for him, perform meritorious service in front of him, and pray for his appreciation. .

The corner of Jacob Bellman’s mouth was drawn with deep disdain, his gaze swept across the faces of all the gangsters in the entire hall, and under the pointing of more than thirty pistols, he calmly filled with revolver bullets.

‘Snapped’

He slapped the revolver on the table, scared the bodyguard, and almost shot, he pushed the revolver into the middle of the round table, the revolver turned a few times, stopped, the muzzle pointed at a slightly fat gang boss , Making his eyelids jump.

Jacob Bellman was very courageous. At this time, he proposed another suggestion: “I have an interesting idea. There are six bullets in this revolver.”

“All of you here play this game together!”

Jacob Bellman’s eyes were like bloodthirsty wolves, staring fiercely at the gang boss.

The complexions of many gang bosses changed on the spot.

The revolver is full of bullets, that is to say, whoever is transferred to will die, there is no chance at all.

Definitely, there are only 6 bullets in the revolver, that is to say, 6 gang bosses are going to die!

The courageous gang boss has turned pale.

Pack Alex, and 6 out of 18 people will die. The odds are too high!

“No, since they have agreed to cooperate with me, they are my people.” Alex said: “If the gun is pointed at any of them, I will shoot and shoot myself in the head.”

“So, are you satisfied?”

Alex said with a smile.

Jacob Bellman and many gang bosses were stunned directly, this is so deliberately seeking death!

Many gang bosses have changed their complexions directly, and it is hard to see the extreme, but if you want them to take the bullet instead of Alex, it is impossible.

But seeing Alex said to eat bullets for them, this shocked their heads so hard, don’t you want to play like this?

Are rich and powerful people so exciting?

Many gang bosses are already sweating tightly on the palms of their hands.

This is no joke.

Jacob Bellman’s gaze flickered dangerously, his heart was greatly shocked, his brown pupils stared at Alex firmly, as if he wanted to see Alex through.

I have never seen such a person looking for death!

“Let’s start. Then you turn it first.” Alex said with a smile. He gently directed his subordinates with his hand, and ordered his subordinates to take the revolver directly from the middle of the round table and pass it back to Jacob Bellman. .

Jacob Bellman was holding the newly returned bright silver revolver, and a hint of sweat suddenly appeared in his hand, and the grip of the revolver was slightly moist. Suddenly, he felt that this revolver was a little strange. .

It stands to reason that this will not happen. This type of revolver has been following him for five years and has been replaced several times. They are all the same specifications. Even if he closes his eyes, he can assemble it in the dark. stand up.

But now, there is something strange.

He suddenly felt something unusual, and he couldn’t see through such rich people.

No one will deliberately want to die!

Jacob Bellman’s gaze flickered dangerously, staring at Alex who was smiling, and he had an urge to violate the rule of the game, so he shot Alex directly.

“He’s not afraid of death? His head is harder than a bullet?”

He pressed this absurd idea, and there was a slight dangerous heavy in his heart, which made his face extremely dark and gloomy.

Shake your hand!

Without more hesitation, this very familiar revolver rubbed against the tabletop, wiping out the rubbing sound, was thrown to the center of the round table, and began to spin non-stop.

Numerous gang bosses stared at the spinning revolver, the black hole of the muzzle, every time the muzzle passed by them, they could not help but want to dodge and avoid this muzzle.

The needle fell in the hall, only the sound of the revolver rubbing against the tabletop, slowly stopping.

The muzzle was impressive and aimed at Alex.

“Oh, it’s me!”