[Zhongyingmei] After all, I'm not a devil

"It's a pity, it's a word, you go first." Coco smiled and took away the hand covered with coins, and the coin on the back of the hand turned upside down.

The clown giggled, stuck out his tongue, and licked his scarlet lips, "Then I'll start."

Coco threw the □□ in the past.

After the clown caught it neatly, he pulled the trigger without hesitation—the shot was fired.

He still had the iconic crazy smile on his face, and his face and eyes didn't even change.

click —

"WOW! My luck is really good! It seems that I am a lucky clown!" The clown spread his hands exaggeratedly and laughed loudly. He laughed so exaggeratedly that tears flowed out.

Gordon's breathing became increasingly rapid.

The clown has already fired one shot, which means that the chance of being shot next time has been reduced to 1/5.

Coco caught the pistol thrown by the clown, without blinking her eyes, and fired without hesitation.

click-

It's empty!

Gordon's breathing almost stopped, his heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

The probability has been reduced to 1/4!

The clown smiled and tilted his head as if there was no one else around, took the pad, said boom with a smile, and buckled the pad against his temple as if nothing had happened.

click-

Empty again!

The probability has been reduced to 1/3.

Gordon felt that his throat was tightening, and he even felt a little difficult to breathe. He pulled his tie and took a deep breath, but he still felt that the air was a little thin, as if the whole person was locked in a closed space. His breathing quickened involuntarily.

"Would you like to add some bets?" Ke Ke took the pistol, turned around the trigger, and said suddenly.

The clown tilted his head curiously, he looked at Coco, his eyes were full of interest, and he said with a long ending: "Of course."

"Then let's do it like this. I will shoot twice. If I win, you will immediately release 10 hostages. They must be alive, with sound limbs and mental health. If I lose, I will consider myself unlucky!" Coco crossed her hands, put them on the table, calmly said something that frightened Gordon.

"Hahaha, ok!" The clown couldn't help laughing out loud in excitement, he even leaned forward, his eyes were like a poisonous snake in the jungle, and looked at Ke Ke coldly, as if he could see through her support. What, so that she kept increasing the size!

"Coco!!" Gordon wanted to stop Coco's move. This move was no different from sending him to death. There were only 3 chances left. He fired two shots in a row. The probability of winning the "prize" was comparable to jumping from a tall building to die The probability is up.

"Quiet!" The clown suddenly frowned, and patted the table dissatisfied, as if offended, "Now is a very serious time, Gordon, don't make trouble anymore."

The serious appearance of the clown added a bit of weirdness to the serious atmosphere.

Ke Ke held the gun in her right hand, and flexibly played with the red chip in her left hand. The chip flipped and jumped in her hand, so fast that only afterimages could be seen, she pressed the trigger at will, "Click."

First shot, empty.

There were layers of waves in the depths of the clown's eyes. If anyone pays attention at this moment, they will find that his eyes contracted a few millimeters at that moment.

It seemed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

"It's the second shot." Ke Ke threw the gun to the clown. Under the surprised eyes of the clown, she calmly took out a blueberry-flavored lollipop from her pocket. Come and help me open!"

The clown looked down at the gun in his hand, interesting!interesting!It was so much fun!

He felt his blood boiling, and his eyes burst into flames. He grinned, picked up the gun, and aimed at Coco, who was carefully peeling off the candy wrappers. In Gordon's eyes, the movements of his fingers became very slow. slow.

But, in fact, the action happened so quickly that Gordon didn't even know it when it was over.

Second shot—still empty.

At the same time, Ke Ke raised her head and whistled. She stuffed the candy into her mouth with a smile, and said vaguely: "Go on."

The next odds are 1/1.

Gordon swallowed hard, staring at the Joker intently.

The clown giggled, turned around, and aimed the gun at his temple.

His fingers pressed down slowly.

Everything is like a slow motion in a movie, every movement is broken down into several small movements, and time seems to be slowed down at this moment.

Gordon felt in a trance at this moment.

He stared around in a daze, feeling like he was dreaming, a dream that he had imagined countless times but never appeared once.

But when he sat on the chair, folded his hands on his chest, with a blank expression on his face, as if he was enjoying a mime, this sense of reality reminded him again—this is not a dream!

Joker is dying? !

That arrogant, unscrupulous, and evil clown is about to die! !

Gordon's eyes were fixed on the clown's movements without blinking. He even forgot to breathe, but he didn't notice it. Gordon was even willing to sacrifice himself if the clown could die.

Hurry up, hurry up!Hurry up!Gordon watched intently, thinking silently.

boom--

The bullet whizzed out and hit the clown's temple straightly. At the same time, the clown's body pressed down, and he avoided the bullet with a speed that no one could have expected.

Even so, the bullet still left a deep scratch on his face, and the blood kept gushing out from the wound, and the blood soon made his devil-like face even more terrifying, he licked it and flowed down blood, "sweet!"

Gordon's nerves almost collapsed in an instant, and a jammed voice came out of his throat, like the voice of a videotape being jammed, "You, you fouled!"

"Did I foul?" The clown looked around in surprise, as if he was asking for opinions from the onlookers.

"He didn't foul." Coco bent his fingers and tapped the table with his knuckles, "We didn't say we couldn't dodge!"

In fact, the same is true. Who would have thought that some people who play Russian roulette can avoid bullets.

"Hee hee hee, you're still cute." The clown covered his face, looking at Ke Ke with malice in his eyes and said.

"However, you still lost this round." Ke Ke knocked on the table, "Ten hostages!"

The clown nodded, picked up the phone, and made a call, "Hey, release ten hostages, what? Who am I? I'm the clown!"

He hung up the phone as if angry.

"Now, we can continue." The clown threw the gun back to Coco.

Ke Ke glanced up at him, caught the gun, and reloaded a bullet into it.

"Playing like this doesn't seem a bit exciting enough." The clown propped his chin and said seriously.

"Then how do you want to play?" Coco asked back.

The conversation between the two men was such that Gordon was about to have a heart attack.

He is so stupid, he only knows that the clown is a lunatic, but he doesn't know that Coco is even more courageous than a lunatic.

"Well, each of us shoots two shots in a row, which can save time. You know, getting enough sleep is very good for people's physical and mental health." The words are right, but the words come from the clown Saying it, why is there a weird sense of irony?

"Yes. Is it still a coin?" Coco asked.

"Of course, this time I will choose the head, and you choose the words." The clown's words sounded a bit childish, but no one would underestimate his harmfulness because of this.

Coco glanced at Gordon. Gordon gave her an accurate reply according to the agreement agreed in advance. Barbara and Batman were already tracking down the whereabouts of the ten hostages. Coco's request just now was not just to rescue The ten hostages, it is even more important to use these ten hostages to track down the whereabouts of the hostages.

You have to make second-hand preparations for everything, who knows if the lunatic clown will turn his back on him after losing!

The coin was in the palm of the clown's hand.

He flicked it lightly, and the coin was thrown into the air.

Then, quickly fall down again.

The clown, Coco, and Gordon were all staring at the coin at this moment.

Coins are flipping, numbers, heads, numbers, heads, rounds.

In an instant, the clown moved.

He stretched his hand forward, and at the same time, Ke Ke bit the lollipop in his mouth and flicked his fingers lightly.

White and blue lollipop sticks shoot out like small arrows.

The clown's hand had already touched the edge of the coin, he felt the faint warm breath above, and he already showed a smile.

Coco's body bounced up at the same time, and one hand struck the clown's forehead like a knife through the air.

The sixth sense foretelling danger made the clown's body react quickly, and his body pressed back to avoid Ke Ke's attack.

All of this was completely instinctive, and the clown's brain didn't even react.

After he reacted, he blinked.

The dust has settled and the coins are on the table.

Heads up.

Once again, "luck" favored Coco.

"It's a pity." Ke Ke got cheap in front of the clown and behaved badly. She hugged her chest and said lazily, "Actually, I also want to try losing."

The clown's smile froze, he moved his lips, and said in a rare way that he didn't go crazy: "I don't mind giving it to you."

"Forget it, forget it, what's the point of being asked to come by others." Ke Ke propped up her side face, revealing her delicate clavicle lines, and said with a murderous naked/naked/naked look: "After all, there is no point in asking someone else to come." It’s interesting to grab it yourself.”

The clown, who has been devoting himself to making others angry but helpless, finally tasted the feelings of those people. At this moment, his murderous intention towards Ke Ke poured out without any concealment.