The bullet fired from the revolver in the boy's hand instantly struck a young man in the left chest in the front row of the stands.
The distance from the gambling table to the center of the first row of the stands is less than 15 meters.
The boy in military uniform leaped a few times and closed in on his target.
That shot was very accurate.
Look at the movements of this boy in military uniform; they are agile and experienced, not at all like a 14-year-old child.
"He killed Bai Yingteng!"
Kun Sheng, who was sitting in the third row of the stands, was startled by this sudden turn of events.
He jumped to his feet, his expression panicked, and tried to grab the boxes of US dollars in front of him.
He only realized as soon as he reached out that there were five large boxes of cash. How could he possibly carry them all in two hands?
"Mr. Lin, let's leave here first."
"I promised to share half of the winnings with you. Take two cases, let's go!"
Lin Dong, sitting upright on the sofa, did not move, but calmly observed the situation on the field.
He said in a deep voice, "Leave? It's too late."
......
Bai Yingteng, who had been shot in the left chest, groaned and rolled over onto his side on the sofa.
At this moment, the boy in military uniform fired his second shot.
"bump!"
The bullet grazed Bai Yingteng's right ear, splattering a trail of bright red blood.
Ah~
Bai Yingteng screamed in agony, raising his hand to cover his ear, which had been cut off in half.
There was no blood gushing from his left chest where he had just been shot, so he was probably wearing a bulletproof vest under his clothes.
The boy's face was cold, and he quickly rushed to within 3 meters of Bai Yingteng.
He still had one bullet left in his revolver.
This final shot cannot afford to miss again, no matter what.
The young man entered the White House alone, never expecting to leave alive, but he had to kill the enemy before him with his own hands.
Killing Bai Yingteng is the obsession that keeps this 14-year-old boy alive every day.
He had been waiting a whole year for this opportunity tonight.
A distance of 3 meters can be covered in the blink of an eye.
The boy's thin figure finally reached the sofa.
He pressed the revolver in his right hand against Bai Yingteng's forehead and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Snap!"
The shot went unanswered!
In a Russian roulette game, the last unfired shot appeared at this crucial moment.
The goddess of fate still did not favor the young man until the very end.
The boy in military uniform's expression changed drastically, and he was about to pull the trigger again.
"bump!"
A gunshot rang out behind him, and the boy was jolted awake by the force of the bullet, flying off and crashing onto the sofa floor.
Blood gushed from his right shoulder blade, and the revolver in his hand fell two meters away.
......
Unfortunately, the last shot missed, and it's too late to get up and fire another shot.
The boy, lying in a pool of blood, closed his eyes in despair.
Unexpectedly, the assassination attempt, which had been a year in the making, still failed.
God is so unfair! Why do evil people have such long lives?
The shot that hit the boy in military uniform was fired by the middle-aged referee next to the gambling table, who is now running over quickly with his gun in hand.
The middle-aged man glanced at Bai Yingteng on the sofa and, seeing that apart from bleeding from his right ear, he was otherwise unharmed, breathed a sigh of relief.
If Young Master Bai really gets into trouble tonight, not only will he lose his life, but many people present will probably die with him.
Filled with resentment, he kicked out with lightning speed with his right foot, knocking away the revolver that was not far in front of the boy.
He then raised his gun, about to fire another bullet at the boy in military uniform.
"bump!"
At the critical moment, another gunshot rang out.
The middle-aged man's head jolted, and in the blink of an eye, a bloody hole appeared in the center of his left temple.
He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, using the last of his strength to turn his head.
He saw a tall, imposing figure in a black suit appear strangely beside him.
"Who...who are you?"
The middle-aged man managed to squeeze out a sentence, his eyes wide with terror, before collapsing to the ground in despair.
"Are all the people who went to the casino tonight crazy?"
This was his last thought before he fell into the abyss of death.
"I'm your grandpa, why are you still gossiping when you're about to die?"
Lin Dong sighed, kicked the middle-aged man's corpse on the ground, and made a sarcastic remark.
He then turned around, walked up to the young master Bai who was still groaning in pain, and lifted him off the sofa with one hand.
With Lin Dong's current abnormal strength, lifting a person weighing over 100 pounds is easier than lifting a chicken.
Still reeling from the shock, Bai Yingteng was stunned to discover:
There was no sign of it, but a black gun barrel had appeared on his head.
"Young Master Bai, stop yelling. Think about how you can survive."
Lin Dong's cold words finally pulled Bai Yingteng back from his shock:
"Lin Dong, what... what exactly do you want to do?"
Lin Dong ignored him and sighed at the boy in military uniform lying on the ground.
"Child, can you still move?"
Upon hearing Lin Dong's voice, the small, thin body on the ground stirred and then struggled to its feet.
The boy's still-childish face turned as pale as paper.
He glanced at Lin Dong, took a few steps, and picked up the revolver from the ground.
Of course, he didn't spare the middle-aged man's pistol either.
"As long as you can move, I'll take you out of here."
"Don't kill this person yet, take him hostage."
After saying that, Lin Dong picked up Bai Yingteng, who looked like a little chick, and walked towards the third row of seats.
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