I have a martial arts system in the city

This is not the first time that the Asclepius Hospital has played a cat-and-mouse game. Last year, a desperate reporter was caught undercover. Now it has been recycled and his heart was sold to a politician in England.

Roger now still misses the feeling of being a detective at that time, and finding the little mouse in the dark bit by bit.

sizzle...

"Report to the boss, there is no problem above."

"Oh, I see."

Hill looked playfully at a group of white coats squatting down with their heads in their hands, picked up a scalpel, one by one, and slowly, from left to right, used the sharp scalpel to prop their chins and lift their lowered heads.

The doctors and nurses squatting with their heads in their arms felt the icy-cold blade of the chin clinging to the flesh, and their bodies could not stop shaking, because as long as the person holding the knife exerted force, the sharp blade could easily cut their skin and cut their flesh. neck.

As the blade left, Roger motioned for the person whose identity had been confirmed to squat aside.

The number of unidentified people on the field decreased one by one until there were only two people left.

"Stop."

Roger stopped Hill at this moment. He took out an antique Colt M9117 revolver, ejected all the bullets, then put one in under the eyes of the two, and turned the magazine.

"I don't want to hear anything now. Do you know Eros Roulette? Let's play a game."

One of them raised his head and wanted to speak, but he met Roger's cold gaze and held back abruptly.

He knew that if he disturbed the interest of adults by speaking, he would die whether he was one of his own or not.

"Who will come first?"

A pair of trembling hands took the pistol first, aimed at his head and closed his eyes and fired a shot.

No sound.

There was a smell of urine in the air, the shooter was scared to pee, but he was fine with the first shot, and now he is screaming in his heart that the next shot must be fired, as long as the next person dies, he will not will die.

Chen Xing took the pistol and shot decisively.

Crack, still nothing.

When he turned the clip just now, he could already see where the bullet was with his eyesight.

Crack, there was no sound again.

The white coat beside Chen Xing relaxed, and then looked at him resentfully.

He slowly put the gun on his head and pulled the trigger.

Crack, bye.

The Colt m1917 can hold a total of six bullets, and now the first four are empty, so the man in the white coat has only a 50.00% chance of surviving.

But under the black box operation, his survival rate is [-]%.

Of course Roger knew which of the remaining two people was the "little mouse". With his proficiency in guns for many years, it was easy to control the bullet in the first few shots, but he deliberately controlled the bullet in the sixth shot just to have some fun.

Since the little mouse didn't snatch the pistol and fire the first shot, its fate was doomed.

Crack, empty gun.

The man in the white coat scrambled away under Roger's nod, leaving only Chen Xing with a pistol.

In the eyes of everyone, this seems to be a dead end.

"Shoot."

Luo Jieke urged like a cat playing with a mouse. Although Chen Xing couldn't understand, he could guess what he said.

Raising the gun in his hand, he slowly pulled the trigger with his fingers.

boom!

Boom!

At the moment of the gunshot, a muffled thunder was covered by the gunfire.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

A bullet was thrown on the ground, still stained with blood.

"The world's martial arts is invincible, but it is not broken quickly."

The muzzle velocity of the Colt m1917 revolver is only 230 meters per second. Because the pistol is old, it will probably be lower.

Chen Xing wanted to see if he could catch the bullet, but in order to prevent accidents, he still deviated from his head the moment he fired the shot.

In the end, he really caught it. Although his palm was cut by a long wound, and there was a smell of barbecue on it, but with his current Baodan physique, this can only be regarded as an insignificant small wound.

His powerful body made his self-healing ability many times higher than that of ordinary people. The wound that was bleeding just now stopped immediately, and there was a feeling of ants crawling from the wound, which meant that the wound was healing.

Here, Chen Xing was surprised that he caught the bullet, while Luo Jieke was completely frightened.

hum!

The elevator on the side showed that someone had come down from above. Who could be above? Naturally, Roger's men heard the gunshot and came down to check.

Catch the thief first catch the king!

Before Roger Jack and Hill took out their guns, they were in Chen Xing's hands.

Feeling the big hand on the neck, the two who had seen the scene just now had no doubt that this hand could directly crush their necks. At this moment, they raised their hands, not daring to move a little.

Ding!

The elevator door opened, and a six-member armed team came out, pointing their rifles at Chen Xing, who was holding hostages.

"Hey, Chinese people..."

"Shatter, poof!"

Chen Xing still knows the words to make people shut up, and he is very powerful when he roars.

"Put hot just blocked!"

Luo Jieke heard Chen Xing's broken English and asked his men to put down their guns.

"Can you let go of your hand? I can't breathe..."

As soon as Roger finished making the request, he felt the hands on his neck loosen just like that, and then saw a white figure rushing into the crowd of his subordinates.

In just one breath, the men who had just put down the guns all fell down one by one. Some had a big hole in their necks, and some had a hole in their heads. Through the hole, you could see the muscles and brains that were still wriggling inside.

The only thing in common is that their wounds are all burning.

"vomit!"

Some doctors and nurses on the other side smelled the smell of barbecue and saw the death of those members of the organization with guns, and couldn't help vomiting.

Even if they are used to seeing corpses and internal organs, they can bear it in their hearts, but now they can't accept it.

Because usually what they come into contact with are carefully excised corpses or organs, which are all for transplantation to patients, and will be carefully preserved, just like works of art.

Not as rough, bloody, and disgusting as it is now.

Hill was also frightened by this unacceptable scene.

Who is this Chinese man?

Is it the product of Huaguo's human experiments?

And the red light that didn't get a glimpse of the neck and head, is it high-tech or super power?

Hill was still in shock, but Roger reacted quickly and knelt on the ground. Although he still had a Colt m1911a1 pistol in his arms, he didn't think he could pull it out in front of the enemy.

"Fake!"

Seeing Roger kneeling down spinelessly, Hill cursed secretly, and also knelt down.

If someone is the first, he doesn't mind being the second, as long as he can survive.

When Chen Xing picked up the Colt revolver, Hill and Roger felt a thump in their hearts when they saw it, could it be?

Yes, he would also like to see these two play Eros roulette.

Let life and death be decided by their God.