The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

Frank gritted his teeth and reached for his gun to fight back. However, as soon as his hand reached the gun bag on his waist, he was hit by a bullet in the back of his hand.

The hand was immediately dripping with blood, and the knuckles were deformed under the impact of the bullet.

There was another shot, and this one shot through Frank's left leg. Suddenly, Frank was unsteady and half-knelt on the ground.

The muscular man smiled heartily and said: "What a piece of garbage, haha. It seems that this victory belongs to me too."

After saying that, another shot was fired, and Frank's left hand that went to take out the gun was also shot.

"Damn you despicable person." Frank gritted his teeth.

"It's just that you promised me not to use guns, but I didn't promise you not to use guns." The muscular man moved his arms and laughed heartily, "Haha, you know why I asked you, did you watch my last game?"

Frank gritted his teeth and tried hard to endure the pain. If it were a normal person, he would be rolling on the ground and screaming.

"Because, I won the last game this way. It's not unfair. Trickery is also part of strength, isn't it?" the muscular man laughed.

"Player Frandy!" the referee shouted, "Are you still capable of fighting? If you lose the ability to move, please don't hold on! This is a game without rules, he will kill you, but as long as you admit defeat, He has no right to attack you anymore, please admit defeat!"

Bucky stood on the tower, watching the battle below. He also hoped that Frandy would admit defeat. After all, this was a competition held by him. He did not want too many people to die on the field. He also hoped that everything could be settled. Save a few lives.

"Player Frandy, you can stop the game as long as you shout I lost, and we will send medical staff to give you emergency treatment." The referee reminded loudly.

"The task given to me by Damn Luo is to win as much as possible. Are we going to fail here?" Frank's shoulders trembled. He knew that he had indeed lost the ability to fight back.

"Player Frandy, shout quickly," the referee said.

Frank frowned, knowing that there was no chance of a comeback and he had to admit defeat.

However, the muscular man raised his sniper gun at this moment and pointed it at Frank, "I gave you a few seconds to admit defeat, but you hesitated. Sorry, I don't want to waste time. I will accept your life." .”

Just when he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt that the blood in his right arm and right hand was flowing back to his chest. In just a few seconds, his right hand was completely numb, and he lost consciousness and naturally hung down. The gun in his hand Also fell to the ground.

"What is going on?" The muscular man was shocked. He had never seen such a situation in his life. More and more blood accumulated in his chest, and the blood in his thighs began to rush toward his heart.

"Uh, I feel so swollen. Keep going like this."

The muscular man's eyes grew bigger and bigger, almost popping out. Within about ten seconds, there was a bang, and his whole body exploded into a pool of blood.

A moment ago, the living person completely disappeared from this world at this moment, leaving only a pool of bright red blood on the ring.

"What's going on?" The referee was also stunned. He was stunned for ten seconds before he recovered and announced loudly, "The winner of this game is Frandy!"

The audience cheered. It is human nature to always worry about the weak. They were always worried about Frank while watching the game, but they never thought that Frank could fight back.

In the audience, Yan Luo's scarlet pupils gradually returned to their original color. No one knew that he had just secretly manipulated the muscular man's blood, causing him to self-destruct.

"Player Frandy, can you tell me the secret of your victory just now? What magic did you use?" the referee asked.

"Yes, I used magic, but can you take me to the hospital first?" Frank asked.

"You have won now, which is different from losing. You will still have a game later. We can only debomb and bandage you, but his sniper gun is very powerful, and the bullets penetrate it. Your work will be spared, eh," the referee said, "Of course, you can forfeit and be disqualified from the next game."

"My two hands are gone, do I still need to say whether I will abstain?" Frank asked.

"Well, I'm sorry, you have to say it." The referee said.

"I abstain."