Chapter 319: Bullet

Lei Man knelt on the ground, hard stones digging into his knees.

He couldn't help gasping, his whole body shaking like a sieve, his eyes filled with terror.

Gone entirely was his earlier ferocious appearance.

Although he was afraid of being pointed at with a gun, it wasn't enough to make him this scared.

What he feared was Lin An's incomprehensible means.

Beside him, the brutal sight of Zhang Tie being slapped into a lump of minced meat nearly drove his mind to collapse.

That was a burly man about 1.8 meters tall!

A living person, yet he was as if flattened by a roller.

How could this be a power humans could possess?

As for Lin An twisting the gun barrel with a wave of his hand out of thin air, that surpassed his understanding.

If not for the cries of his subordinates behind him, writhing in pain on the ground, he could never believe what he saw before him.

"Ah!.. ah!.."

The slave-catching team members, just regaining their senses, screamed intermittently.

A foul urine smell rose from beneath them.

Perhaps because the system endowed heightened emotions, the fear felt by the entire slave-catching team was multiplied.

When people are extremely terrified, they lose the ability to speak.

Only saw Lin An shift the gun barrel sideways, chuckle lightly with interest, and his fingertips turned the revolver's cylinder.

"Five bullets, the game begins."

"Bang!"

The muzzle spat flames.

The yellow-orange bullet precisely struck the screaming head, the modified revolver packing considerable power.

With a dull thud of penetration, the screaming ceased.

A blackened bullet hole appeared in the man's forehead, the bullet's impact piercing straight through his skull.

The corpse fell, blood spattering onto faces, yet no one dared wipe it away.

"Dum-dum bullet?"

Lin An raised his brow slightly.

I didn't expect the revolver's bullets to have been modified,

the bullet heads carved with a cross, causing them to lose balance and spin rapidly upon penetrating a body, creating a large cavity inside.

In short.

The modified dum-dum bullet is brutal yet extremely lethal.

Lei Man came to after the gunshot, his lips trembling as he shuddered.

"Sir... sir..."

"Please spare me... please..."

Under the multiplied emotional amplification, he couldn't even utter a complete plea for mercy.

Like a kowtowing insect, his forehead knocked against the stones with a thumping sound.

He did not want to die, not at all.

Perhaps killing others felt nothing to him, and he could even enjoy the tormented wails like listening to music.

But when death descended upon his own head, the so-called honor and bloodiness were like a joke.

If kowtowing and begging could earn Lin An's mercy, he wouldn't mind kowtowing hundreds or thousands of times.

"Heh."

Lin An gave a light chuckle, looking at him as if he were a corpse:

"I said."

"You don't like playing games, do you?"

"I'll play with you."

"There are four bullets left."

"I will fire five more shots, saving the last one for you."

"If you're lucky, maybe you can survive."

Like a demon's whisper.

Lei Man hastily lifted his head, only to see Lin An aiming the gun at the braided, ghost‑face‑tattooed man.

The revolver's cylinder turned, its mechanical whir sounding like death's pointer.

He understood Lin An's meaning.

The revolver's cylinder holds six bullets when full.

Subtract one, and five remain.

Counting the demon's first shot just now...

As long as the next four shots all kill his companions, then the fifth shot—the last—will fire empty, because the cylinder will have no bullets left.

If he is lucky enough, he can survive.

For the first time, he began to pray to God, begging for divine aid.

Kill the braided man!

If he dies, a bullet will be gone!

As long as Lin An kills a companion with each shot, he can survive!

For the first time, he so desperately wished his subordinates' heads would be blown apart, even though they were comrades.

"No! Don't! Don't..."

The ghost-faced man, skilled at hunting slaves with iron chains, looked in terror as the gun barrel aimed at him, trying to turn and flee.

But as a terrifying aura locked onto him, his legs felt as if filled with lead.

"Bang!"

The gun fired.

In Lei Man's fearful yet hopeful gaze, the second bullet passed through the ghost-faced man's mouth.

Under the tumbling dum-dum bullet, a hollow.

"Thud"

The corpse swayed and then fell, followed by the third shot.

The gun fired.

Death.

The corpse fell to the ground.

After three consecutive shots, all three members of the slave-catching team died.

It was their misfortune, but also Lei Man's luck.

At least Lei Man himself thought so.

Each pull of the trigger felt like torture to him.

If any bullet missed, he would die.

And if the bullet did not miss, a team member would die.

As he aimed for the last time.

"Hit! Kill him! Kill him!!"

Lei Man muttered almost madly, praying to the spirits that this shot would kill the scout in his own squad.

At this moment, only one bullet remained in the revolver's cylinder.

With each shot the cylinder rotates anew; now there is only a one-in-six chance to kill the scout holding the monocular.

Amid the gruesome deaths, the slave-catching team's short scout looked at the gun barrel with his liver and gall about to burst.

He heard his captain's shouting and cursing.

Facing death, he likewise jumped up madly, loudly cursing Lei Man.

Weeping, his angry curses were like screams.

"God! Allah! Bodhisattva!"

"Bless me! Bless me!"

"One-in-six chance! Don't let it be me!"

The scout fell to his knees, weeping bitterly.

He pointed a single hand at Lei Man, his face manic as he stared at the dark gun barrel:

"You can't kill me! This shot can't kill me!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"He's the one who deserves to die most!"

"I'm a good person!"

Devout, remorseful.

The weeping scout had never believed so devoutly in the existence of spirits.

He did not want his head blown apart by a bullet, and he even less wanted to die.

He regretted why he had joined the slave-catching team, regretted why he had left the city.

The fighting dog 77, its thigh rubbed raw, watched the ridiculous scene before it, feeling only sheer delight.

Unlike how the slave-catching team saw Lin An as a demon,

in his eyes, Lin An was practically a divine envoy sent from heaven.

Yes! Exactly like that!

These damned wretches should die in pain and torment!

On the motorcycle, Lin Ruolan looked at Lin An's back with a complex expression, somewhat dazed.

The jerky was finished; she, who had originally prepared to wait for death, only now came to her senses.

She saw what Lin An intended to do.

Although she could not understand the power of Lin An and his companions, at this moment she no longer regarded Lin An as those vile nobles.

Is it brutal and cruel?

No.

Such treatment of the slave-catching team's beasts is appropriate.

Gao Tian and Zhang Tie stood casually at the sides, feeling only sheer exhilaration.

As Awakened Ones, they naturally heard the slave-catching team's earlier discussion.

The most important thing is.

These idiots actually dared to scheme against us?

Under the gun barrel, Lei Man and the scout stared at each other with venomous hatred, wishing the other dead.

Amid the incessant prayers.

"Bang!"

Gun muzzle flames spewed, and the scout's head shattered instantly.

Wild joy!

The headless corpse slumped and fell.

Lei Man stared blankly as his subordinate's head was blown apart, an intense ecstasy surging with the blood to his brain.

He's dead!

I'm alive!

One-sixth chance! Heaven blessed me!

Ptooey!

Damn skinny monkey, you fucking, if Laozi dies I can live!

He hurriedly flattered and rushed back to kneel at Lin An's feet, squeezing out an ugly smile.

"Sir, no bullets left..."

Five bullets, killed five comrades.

Now the revolver has no bullets left.

Russian roulette?

Strangely.

Having escaped death's door, he actually smiled foolishly at the muzzle.

I don't know if today is my lucky day.

Lin An looked at Lei Man before him with a gentle smile.

"That's right."

"No bullets left."

"Click-"

The clear sound of an empty magazine, the revolver's hammer swinging empty as the trigger was pulled.

Lei Man's body instinctively jerked at the trigger's sound.

No bullets...

No bullets...

He panted, laughing foolishly, and under extreme pressure, wild joy and shock, his mind began to blur.

"Sir, no bullets left."

"You promised..."

"Boom~"

Suddenly, Lin An casually spoke, making a bang like a prank.

The sound was soft, but its power was great.

An invisible spiritual impact erupted.

The skull in the foolish smile exploded, fragments scattering.

Lin An looked at the fallen corpse with a look of surprise, then shook his head slightly.

"Who told you?"

"No bullets..."

"So you can't kill people?"