The first shot fired randomly by this prisoner of war did not hurt Wei Ran, but then, the muzzle of the TT33 pistol in his hand was pressed against Mikita's head!

"Put your gun down!"

The prisoner of war shouted excitedly, and while speaking, he fired a bullet at the mine cart not far from Wei Ran, and then immediately pressed the muzzle of the gun against Mikita's temple.

"Are you sure you can survive this?"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he pulled out the magazine of the pistol in front of the opponent, then pulled the slide and threw the pistol into the mine cart next to him, making a soft "clang" sound.

"There is another hand to grab!" the prisoner of war shouted excitedly, "Where are the others? Where are the others?"

"They were collecting broken stones with inscriptions on them."

As Wei Ran spoke, he took out the Nagant revolver from his waist and threw it into the mine cart. He then walked to the edge of the oxygen bottle with his hands raised and straightened the overturned kerosene gas lamp.

It was only then that he saw clearly that there was a deep wound on the back of Mikita's right hand that was dripping with blood.

"Take me to find them!" the prisoner of war shouted, his excited voice echoing in the abandoned mine tunnel for a long time.

"Have you thought about a question?" Mikita, who had a gun pressed against his head, asked, enduring the pain of the wound.

"What's the problem?" the prisoner who held him hostage asked frantically, "Can we survive? Of course we can! As long as we use you and Victor..."

"No, no, no, that's not what I want to say."

Mikita didn't give him a chance to finish his words. Instead, he reached out and tapped the pistol against his temple, "There are only two bullets in this gun, one in the chamber and one in the magazine. You just

All the bullets have been used up. If you don’t believe me, you can shoot a bullet at Captain Victor to see if the next bullet will fire."

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"Do you think I'm a fool?"

The prisoner of war pressed the gun firmly against Mikita's temple, "I have used this kind of pistol. If there are no bullets, it will hang up with an empty magazine."

"That small function can be canceled by making a slight change to the magazine's feeding stock. Although this gun has been with me for many years, I am an executioner, and the weapon an executioner should use is a revolver.

"

Hearing this, Wei Ran, who was raising his hands, began to slowly retreat to the side of the mine cart. He raised his hands and shouted, "Mikita! You traitor! Do you want to use its hands to kill me? My brother Paulide

I won’t let you go!”

"I didn't plan to do that. If Paulide couldn't see his dear brother, he would definitely blow up the hole."

As Mikita spoke, he stretched out the hand that was cut by the knife and said with a grin, "So let's do a little experiment. You can shoot at my hand. I just want to prove that you don't have

What advantages.”

After a moment's hesitation, the prisoner of war forcefully pulled out the revolver from the holster on Mikita's waist, then pointed it at the latter's raised palm and pulled the trigger of the TT33 pistol.

"boom!"

After the clear gunfire, a ball of blood exploded in Mikita's right hand, and the TT33 pistol in the prisoner's hand also showed a state of idleness!

The prisoner of war was stunned, and subconsciously raised the Nagant revolver in his other hand! At the same time, Mikita did not care about the gunshot wound on his hand, bent down to grab the prisoner of war and threw it away

The short knife pointed upwards and pierced directly into its crotch!

"Mikita!"

Wei Ran fished out his revolver from the mine car. However, before he could press the hammer, he heard the crisp "click" sound of the revolver in the prisoner's hand after the hammer was released!

The prisoner of war was stunned again, but before he could figure out what happened, the rusty short knife had already pierced the most vulnerable part of his body!

Amid the shrill screams, Wei Ran also pulled the trigger! Accurately hitting the prisoner's head, which seemed to be wearing a mask of pain!

"Plop!" The prisoner of war fell down on his back on the dusty and rusty rails.

"Are you okay?" Wei Ran quickly ran to Mikita's side with a kerosene lantern, handed him his pistol, then took out a first aid kit from his backpack and started to help treat the wound on his palm.

"I'm hurting to death, get me some anesthetic," Mikita yelled with a grin on his face, but his tone was full of joy.

"How did you do it?" Wei Ran asked while busy.

"I am an executioner"

The joy in Mikita's tone was replaced by pride, "I don't even remember how many times I have been robbed of weapons by prisoners of war. Therefore, I will never put bullets in the first cylinder of my revolver. This kind of

A magazine-type pistol only holds three bullets."

"So, how many times has this saved your life?" Wei Ran asked, dumbfounded.

"Let me think"

Mikita turned his head back and forth warily, looking in the direction before and after, and then smiled more and more proudly, "It must be the fourth or fifth time. This is a trick that only executioners know. In the past, I always put it in the magazine first."

Press in a few blank bullets without propellant, and then put a real bullet in."
Chapter completed!