Bab 167: Final Round

Ambrose silently raised the gun and pressed it against his temple.

The singular bullet loomed like a shadow of death as he prepared to pull the trigger.

Squeeze—he gently squeezed the trigger and closed his eyes.

Click—his heart jumped as the empty click sounded, indicating that he survived another round.

He took a deep breath and handed the gun back to Russian.

Russian gently caressed the long barrel of the gun and then pressed it against his temple before showing his tongue.

"Boom!" He shouted and squeezed the trigger.

Click.

Ambrose and Lulu flinched, but nothing happened as Russian laughed and tossed the gun to the bearded woman.

Lulu clumsily caught the gun and glanced nervously around the table at the bleeding corpses.

Since Ambrose and Russian had already fired the guns, there was a 1 in 4 chance for the gun to kill her.