"Is it painful?"

Erkov looked at Enrique and squatted on the ground and asked motionlessly.

Then, he took out his cell phone, looked at the time above, and added lightly: "Your pain lasted for only one minute and thirty-seven seconds, and I suffered for ten years."

Only one and a half minutes?

Enrique was lying on the ground with his stomach covered his stomach and dying, but he didn't believe that time passed so slowly, because when he was in pain, he seemed to have survived the most difficult whole century in the world, and he still counted it every second!

"Next, you will feel dizzy, nausea, vomiting, chest tightness, sweating, blurred vision, weakness, pupil shrinkage and other symptoms. After that, the symptoms will evolve into muscle tremors, difficulty breathing, diarrhea, drooling, incontinence, and finally, there will be esophagus, irritating bleeding from the stomach under burns, and arrhythmia..." Erkov said all the symptoms in one breath and took a breath: "These symptoms have all appeared on the previous deceased, and I watched them with my own eyes."

Erkov smiled, his laughter was very strange. If you describe this sound, you can describe it in one word: "Geese, goose, goose, goose, goose..."

It was like a laughter that kept twitching in the throat.

"Hey, Enrique, look at me, you must try to look at me now, and look for clues in my words that will relieve you in my words."

Erkov reached out to touch his bag. Under the dim light, a pistol appeared in his hand. It was a revolver. Then he loaded a bullet into the gun, with only one bullet.

"Enrik, your location is a wandering area, but you can stay awake in a state of no more than five minutes. Once you can't help but fall into a coma, then you will be death. However, the nearest hospital here sent an ambulance to arrive for 7-9 minutes, which means you still have 3 minutes." Erkov reached out and picked up Enrik's hand and stuffed his gun into his hand: "Now, let's play a game, don't worry, it's not Russian roulette, this game is much more fun than that game."

"You have a pistol in your hand. The bullets of the pistol are only enough to kill you or one of me. You have two choices now. Either use this gun to kill yourself and clear your sins of stealing and selling military weapons, or kill me and help me wash away the stains of killing people. But I remind you that you don't have much time to think about. If you kill me, you will definitely not be able to wait for an ambulance to rescue you. If you commit suicide, you can relieve all your pain."

Erkov sat on the ground, then he lay sideways beside Enrique, slowly holding Enrique's gunman in a very soothing rhythm, pointing his muzzle at his forehead!

"Are you ready?"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"start!!!"

Erkov's mouth cracked, and the smile on his face became more and more intense. He lay next to Enrique, as if... He was afraid that Enrique, who was afraid that the pain, would not aim accurately and hit the most important bullet wrongly.

He is so considerate that it makes people want to kill him immediately.

But!

Enrique was heartbroken in pain, his vision was blurred, the gunman was shaking greatly, and the feeling of powerlessness made him feel that the gun was heavy like a barbell raised by a weightlifter.

He wanted to kill someone, and he wanted to kill Erkov immediately, but the pain in his stomach made him imagine the pain as if a hand was tearing around his body, and his intestines seemed to be torn into pieces.

He wants to die even more, and it won’t hurt if he dies. What about the malice of the media and the saliva of netizens, go—his mom——and feel comfortable for a while!

If someone gives him a scoop of mortamin at this time, even if it's a big scoop, no, a cigarette, Enrique now only hopes that someone can give him a cigarette... to relieve the pain...

Honey!

puff!

A mouthful of blood with a strong odor was spit out by Enrique. The blood was black, not red. The blood seemed to emit a pesticide smell, and it was choking when it smelled.

At this time, Enrique knew that there was nothing in his stomach because there was no object in the blood, flowing between him and Erkov in the shape of a pure liquid. The bastard seemed to have no feeling of this disgusting thing at all, and had no intention of being disturbed by the smell.

"Have you thought about it?"

Erkov looked down and the light of his phone illuminated his face. The face became brighter under the dim light: "You have the last minute. In 1 minute, you will feel the sting of the heart part with chest tightness. The stinging feeling is unbearable, as if something is pushing up desperately, or like a blood vessel in that place is blocked. Every time the blood passes by, you will feel unbearable pain. You must have never experienced this feeling. So, it is best to make a decision quickly, either, I die, or, you die. Even if you are weak once, you will completely fall into a coma and leave this world in endless despair and annoyance."

Enrique, who had the last bit of strength, even loosened his hand that pressed his stomach. Now, he could pull the trigger at most...

Enrique shook his head vigorously, and hesitated to control the gunman to retract. For him, every inch of movement is extremely difficult at the moment. A powerful soldier of Kong Wu not only lost his dignity, but also lost his strength in the pain.

"Ah...ha...ha...ha..."

While Enrique pressed his gun on his chin, he gasped for breath as if he was exhausted. However, he always felt that the air he breathed in was not enough, so he gasped for so long.

At that moment, Enrique pulled the trigger bit by bit. The slow Elkov couldn't understand. According to his expectations, Enrique should have reached the point where he should solve his life as soon as possible. He had imagined the scene of blood-collapse after the gunfire sounded...

wrong.

Erkov felt that what he saw was not right. This was something beyond his calculations. This emotion and hesitation should not appear, nor should it...

"ah!!!!!!!"

A roar came through Enrique's throat. At the last moment he pulled the trigger, Enrique let go of his hand as if he gave up. The pistol fell to the floor with a "touch". At the same time, Erkov widened his eyes.

He gave up?

This is impossible!

bump!

bump!

bump!

The sound of kicking the door downstairs kept ringing. After the last sound, a "click" sound came from the door downstairs. From the sound, you can hear the sound of the door lock being driven by the force to crack the wooden door frame.

"Lawrence, you search with him downstairs, I'll go upstairs!"

Thumb thumb...

The footsteps came in, as if someone was going up the stairs. Erkov had no idea at this time and looked at Enrique with his eyebrows. He didn't understand why the guy in front of him had a completely different reaction from his prediction.

"Don't move! Hold your head with both hands!"
Chapter completed!