Empty gun!

Empty gun!

Still an empty gun!

Five guns, continuous empty guns, and the waxy-faced little brothers around were shocked. Can this kind of pressure be withstood by normal people?

As long as a shot is fired, the head will explode and bloom, just like the untreated corpse on the ground now.

And the young man actually fired five shots.

The most important thing is that they are all empty guns.

Jiang Ye held a gun and pointed at the five guns, and a smile appeared on his face.

The sallow face changed suddenly, and even the little brothers around him who were watching the fun were busy pointing guns at Jiang Ye.

They were undoubtedly nervous when they first watched the fun, but when Jiang Ye pointed at his head, he was shocked again. When they shot, they felt great pressure and charm.

Now they woke up in a daze, their boss was being pointed at the head with a gun.

"Do you want to guess whether my shot will fire?" Jiang Ye looked at the other party kindly.

The waxy man dared not move now, let alone watching Jiang Ye put the bullet in with his own eyes.

"How could he not sound!" He dared not say because he was too scared. He was afraid that the madman would shoot.

The cold sweat on the forehead suddenly flowed down.

There is no reason to talk to a madman, and even reasoning will anger the madman.

"If you have something to say, don't use a knife or a gun."

"Little brother, you have any requests, just ask."

"What do you want, money? Or a woman, or you want to leave. You can leave anytime you want. I will never let them stop you."

The sallow face forced her to hold back her panic.

He finally felt the fear and panic of being pointed at by a gun.

It was the fear of death knocking on the door, and even made him feel a little chest tightness and lack of oxygen.

The back was completely wet, and the cold sweat on his forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat.

Jiang Ye just pulled the trigger with a smile.

"It's over!"

The face is as yellow as death.

"Click."

Another empty gun!

The pale face looked pale, as if he had been seriously ill, weak, gasping, trembling and trying to stand up, but his pants were already wet.

"Just just kidding you, why bother to be so serious?"

Jiang Ye's eyes were crescent-shaped, and he opened his hands with a smile, and a yellow bullet was lying on the palm of his left hand.

"Kill him for me!"
Chapter completed!