Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

The opponent's gun didn't have time to fire, and he might have been frightened by Gin's actions.

After a few seconds, Gin showed a cruel smile.

The man turned the pistol around in his hand and put it back in the box.

"As expected of you, Gin, you are always blessed by the God of Luck!"

The black-robed man's words seemed to be very familiar with Gin, and Lancer finally heard this man's original voice from the system.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Are you lucky?" Gin snorted, pretending to put the pistol back into the box, and then sat back next to Lancer.

He wanted to watch the show and continue singing.

When Gin sat down, the man in black robe turned his attention to Lancer.

Lancer raised his hand innocently: "I applied for the last gun duel, because I'm afraid that if you touch the fake gun again and get killed by me, there will be no good show."

Man in black robe: "..."

Some people did not want to participate in this game and tried to escape through the window, but they were shot from outside not long after they got out.

Because he died so quickly, he fell to the ground before even the shrill screams came out.

After that, the person who handled the body threw the body in from the outside, scaring the people inside to retreat.

Those who are brave also want to learn how to play gin. "It's only a 1/2 chance, so the hope of survival is still very high."

Lancer said quietly from behind: "Yes, the probability of death is also one in two!"

The man hesitated, turned his head and stared at him fiercely.

At this time, the man in black robe urged: "Which box do you want to choose?"

"I'll do it myself." He looked at it carefully for a long time, and as he had just learned, he observed the frequency of the two boxes changing positions, and then decisively reached into the box where Gin once held the gun.

He aimed at the head of the man in black robe and shot, but unfortunately, the trigger of the pistol could not be pulled.

The man's eyes widened in shock.

With a loud noise, his stiff body fell backwards and he was quickly dragged away and cleaned up by others.

But there was still a pool of blood on the ground, which was scary no matter how you looked at it.

For a time, the holy church turned into a murderous hell, and everyone felt terrified and their hair stood on end.

Lancer showed Gin the sound results recognized by the system, and Gin nodded in understanding.

[System: Don’t look like you have guessed it a long time ago. This will make my analysis seem useless. 】

Lancer: I didn't say that, you admitted it yourself.

Gin: It’s really tasteless.

I have been working with that man for several years. If I can't even recognize the way he talks, then wouldn't his life of more than thirty years be in vain?

"But this method of excluding dissidents is too obvious. Only a fool would come up with such a method."

Lancer complained.

The system agrees with this.

[System: Although setting up sniper killers outside can prevent these people from escaping, it is inevitable that some fish will slip through the net. If interests are tied up, it might make them more behaving. 】

Lancer: What about, for example?

[System: For example, if there are ten people at the scene who can survive, these ten people can fight for Rum's legacy. If there are more than twenty people, they can compete for Rum's black production business. If there are more than 4869 people, the improved version of APTX will be given to them, which will definitely make them feel at home! 】

Gin: "..."

Lancer applauded it in his heart: Why don't you leave it here to celebrate Double Eleven to get free gifts?

After several people died like this, the others finally couldn't sit still and began to wonder: "Could there be only fake guns in the two boxes and no real guns?"

The man in black robe pointed at Gin and said, "How is that possible? Look, isn't he still alive and well?"

Everyone choked.

Someone with a clear head reacted: "Gin is not from us. Just because he is alive doesn't mean you didn't tamper with the box!"

Lancer echoed: "That's right! I'm not one of your people, so can I not participate in this game?"

There was a lot of noise at the scene, and then Tuo appeared.

Pomaro emerged from the crowd and immediately said to them: "I am one of my own, and I have been handling pistols since I was a child. If you are willing to let me compare the two guns, of course everything will be clear whether there was any manipulation."

The man in black robe said it was useless and took a step back.

The two men beside him lifted the black cloth, and Pomaro put his two hands into the box, and then took out two pistols for comparison.

Seriously, a gun is gagged, so it’s definitely a fake gun. The other one, no matter from the feel or the details of the gun body, is undoubtedly a real gun.

So she returned the pistol and solemnly said: "This time, let me try it."

Others watched the scene in front of them with bated breath.

The two boxes were exchanged back and forth under the table, and after they were placed again, Pomaro chose one of them.

Not surprisingly, she chose a real gun.

"I think you should take off this mask, otherwise you will be beaten into a sieve by so many people."

Pomaro's gun muzzle was smoking, and the man in black had another groove mark on his bulletproof mask.

Lancer looked a little disappointed.

The man in black robe made a gesture of invitation, and there was no doubt that Bomaluo would survive this game.

This gives others hope.

For Lancer and Gin, this game is not the focus, and neither is the man in black robe.

Even whether Rum faked his death was not the point.

Lancer turned around and looked at Bomalou who had reintegrated into his companions. He watched her use her hands to comfort another member of the organization who was also a female. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Gin looked at him and said calmly: "How's it going?"

"Everything went smoothly." Lancer smiled: "She was like a butterfly, flying in front of so many people."

Hearing this, Ginjiu raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of madness.

Some people survive in this desperate situation, and some people die.

Gin got a little impatient and stood up from the chair tediously. He instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Lancer stretched out, took his arm and prepared to leave with him.

At this time, the man in black robe stopped them: "Gin, aren't you here for Rum? You are leaving at this time. Don't you want to know if he is still alive?"

"It's not important anymore." Gin chewed a cigarette, then flicked on the lighter and smoked the cigarette until it flickered like a star.

He grinned wildly.

"Even if that old guy is still alive, he will die sooner or later."

The man in black robe was stunned, "What?!"

The strange bell rang again, and Gin and Lancer passed through the numerous figures and headed towards the door of the church.

"We will eventually be drowned in the torrent of time..."

"Let this virus take over the world for a short time."

Someone let out the first scream of pain, and more people fell down in pain.

A medicine bottle was left at the scene, empty.

This is clearly the bottle of infection potion obtained during the previous science and technology exhibition mission.