"What do you want from me?"
Jenkins asked, frowning.
"You don't need to know that."
Camille shook his head.
"Are you sure that I will agree to play the game? I don't remember any reason why you caught me."
Speaking of which, Jenkins has been pushed back to the door of the store.
"You will definitely promise me. Although I don't think I am a bad person, I don't mind telling you a very interesting thing. I have a lot of customers. Not long ago, a group of tobacco manufacturers bought them from me. I found a strange item. It is not a numbered item, it is an alchemy item made by myself. I left some tricks on that item, so I accidentally learned the secret of that group of people. If you play this game with me , I can tell you the secret. I know, Jenkins Williams, you are a good man."
Kamel squinted at Jenkins, and Jenkins looked at him, determined not to speak.
Kamal shook his head and chuckled:
"It seems that this is not enough. Then if you don't play games with me, I will release the curse in Beldyran after you leave, which is very simple for me. Of course, you can also kill me now, if If you think you can do it."
Jenkins closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. When he opened his eyes again, he already had a decision in his heart:
"I'll play games with you, as long as you don't regret it."
This is the first time that Jenkins has seen so many numbered items at the same time. Although most of them are B-type extraordinary objects, and very few of them are A-type weird things, this does not prevent Jenkins from realizing how special this store is. horrible.
"Actually, I'm more curious about why you moved here from Nolan?"
Carmel's thrift store was definitely in Nolan, at least as of January.
"Since the church has noticed me, of course I have to leave."
The man with the two mustaches said.
Jenkins nodded secretly when he heard the words. The other party was more cautious than he had imagined. This is not a good sign.
"Since we are going to play a game, let's start. What do you want to play first? Cards or dice?"
"Why should we play the games that country folks play in taverns?"
Kamel asked rhetorically, then took out a revolver from his pocket, pushed aside the drum magazine, and loaded five bullets into six chambers in front of Jenkins.
snap~
He skillfully flicked the magazine with his slender fingers, and Kamel put the pistol on the table:
"Williamette, I think you know what game this is."
Jenkins squinted at him, put the restless cat on his shoulders, and sighed:
"Of course I know what a crazy game it is, but I think before you start, you must at least tell me what the five bullets you stuffed into the cylinder are. You really think highly of me, and you are willing to take it Produce five different Type B extraordinary items."
"Actually, I've always been curious about you, William, I think the most likely heir to the throne is definitely worth the price of these five bullets."
Carmel picks up the gun:
"Do you want to start first?"
"You still haven't told me what the five bullets do."
"Bad luck, curse, evil whisper, soul damage, one-hit kill. If I unfortunately die in this game, everything I have belongs to you. Conversely, if you die unfortunately, I will take everything from you. As for the winner The method is very simple, after each person takes three shots, if you still stand here, you win."
With that said, Kamel held the gun again and signaled Jenkins to choose:
"You come first or I come first?"
What Kamel said just now is true, but his description of the bullet is too simple, and Jenkins understands that there is definitely a trap in it. Moreover, the other party suddenly wants to play games, which is also a very abnormal behavior. Excluding the possibility that Kamel has serious mental problems, then he must have other plans.
"I'll come first."
As he spoke, he walked forward quickly, took the hand from Kamel, glanced at the body of the gun and then opened the safety of the gun with his thumb, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at his head neatly:
click~
No bullets were fired, and Jenkins was lucky to draw a blank on his first shot.
Looking at Kamel in front of him, the right hand holding the gun quickly knocked down the rear hammer again, and then raised the muzzle to aim at Kamel:
"It seems that my luck is quite good, and the first shot hit a blank. Then I will pull the trigger of the one that is not as good as yours. I think it should be no different from you coming in person."
Even though Jenkins impolitely pointed a gun at his head, Kamel still looked so confident, as if he was sure that he would never lose this game.
"Of course, please~"
Boom~
The sound of bullets breaking through the air is different from normal gunshots. After pulling the trigger, Jenkins suddenly saw a figure in a black robe flash past from the muzzle of the gun.
After that, Kamal fell to the ground, red and white things poured out of the small hole in his forehead.
"One hit kill!"
Jenkins guessed the effect of the bullet just now, and bent down with one hand holding the gun to confirm Kamel's situation, but at this moment he heard footsteps on the stairs beside him.
Turning his head, it was Kamel who had fallen to the ground and walked down from the second floor of the store.
"I only know [Angel's Resurrection Feather] can play a role in perfect resurrection, I have never heard of other resurrection methods without sequelae."
Jenkins was slightly surprised but reacted quickly.
"The world is big, William, and mortals will always know only a small part of this complex world. Even if you are a sage's scribe, you shouldn't think you know everything. This is not a qualified sage believer due thought."
Kamel said in a slightly sarcastic tone, walked quickly to the counter, took out a match from his pocket, and lit it on the counter casually. With a shaking of his hand, the burning match swirled and fell on the corpse. After a sharp explosion, the corpse was burned to fly ash in less than a second, while the ground and nearby commodities were not suffered no damage.
"This is also my alchemy product, it is really convenient to use to dispose of corpses."
Saying please to Jenkins:
"Now it's your turn again."
Boom~
Pull the ram, then raise the muzzle of the gun and aim it at yourself. The hard bullet left a small hole on the side of the head, but the green light in the small hole kept flowing. The material bullets, wrapped by the spirit of life, are constantly pushed out under the purification power of [Hero].