Winnie felt as though she was slowly deprived of air as her chest tightened.It looks like Harold is going to choke me to death today. Iâm an ordinary person whoâll meet my demise one day, but I refuse to die today, let alone die in that b*stard Haroldâs hands!As she didnât have any weapons, she reached out and grabbed a handful of soil, hurling it at Haroldâs eyes.Although the soil itself isnât harmful, human eyes are vulnerable. When a foreign object enters the eye, it tends to trigger an instinctive reaction.As expected, Harold released his grip on Winnieâs neck and reached up to touch his eyes.Winnie grabbed the chance to struggle and sit up, then deftly slipped out from under Haroldâs body.After sitting up, she noticed an iron rod behind her.Haroldâs eyes were still shut, so she quickly grabbed the iron rod and hit him.However, she didnât injure his vital organs, as he couldnât die yet.If he were to die, it was highly probable that no one would know where he placed the remaining bombs.Should someone accidentally set off one of the explosives, the repercussions would be catastrophic.With all her might, Winnie hit Haroldâs arm and back repeatedly.Harold had to cover his head with his hands and couldnât find the opportunity to fight back.Winnie wanted to break his legs so he couldnât escape.However, at that moment, Winnie felt an object pressed against the back of her head, causing her to stop hitting Harold.Someone spoke in Manchernian, which she understood. âStop! Put the rod down, or Iâll kill you with one shot!âWinnie instantly realized this man was Haroldâs ally.The moment she stopped, Harold slowly got to his feet.His expression contorted in hatred as he glared at Winnie.Clenching his jaw, he snarled, âYou had fun hitting me, right? Unfortunately, itâs now my turn!âHe reached to his back and pulled out a gun, pointing it at Winnieâs forehead.âStall for time. Reinforcements have arrived. You have to make it out safely!â Jamesâ anxious voice rang out in her earpiece.That wasnât the first time someone had pointed a gun at Winnieâs head, but she still couldnât help but gulp nervously.She did her best to even her breathing and stared at the gun barrel. âAre you planning on killing me this way? Itâs quicker than choking me to death.ââHa! Youâre going to die soon. I canât believe youâre still in the mood to talk nonsense,â Harold said with a smirk, his voice dripping with disdain. The ugly scar on his face trembled as he added, âWhat are you trying to do? Stall for time? Do you think Iâm blind? I know that police have been tailing you all the while!âWith that, he removed Winnieâs earpiece and tossed it on the ground, stomping on it forcefully several times. âSo what if the police are helping you? They have no choice but to watch you die! It seems that youâre not afraid of death anyway. Youâve piqued my interest, so Iâm going to play a game with you.â He waved his gun. âSee? This is a revolver which holds up to six cartridges.â He opened the magazine. âThere are three bullets inside. If I fire, youâll have a fifty percent chance of dying. That is too high a probability, so itâs not fun at all.âAs he spoke, he removed two bullets right in front of Winnie.Winnie gazed at him silently. She wanted to know what he was up to.Indeed, Harold added, âOkay, now there is one bullet left. Your chance of dying is now one in six.
Isnât that fun? Want to have a go at it?âWinnie sneered, âIf I say no, will you release me?ââOf course not!â Harold shoved Winnie until her back banged into the wall. âYou have no choice but to play the game!âWinnie glared at him. âIf this is a game, then it isnât fair at all. You canât be firing shots at me alone. You have to join in the game, right? Otherwise, it wonât be exciting at all.ââYouâre trying to provoke me, huh?â Harold brushed the tip of his tongue against his lower gum ridge. âDo you think youâre in the position to bargain with me now?ââOh, but I can.â Winnie gazed at his wrist and chuckled.
âYou want to play a game, and I donât mind since Iâll be at your mercy. If you donât have the courage to play with me, then have your subordinate join me instead. Itâll still be thrilling for you, wonât it?âHarold narrowed his eyes as the crazy side of him had been awakened. âSounds like a good idea.â He handed his gun to his subordinate. âGo ahead.ââWait,â Winnie said suddenly.Harold couldnât help but taunt, âWhy? Are you afraid? I thought you were brave!ââOf course not. I want to make things clear. If I accidentally kill your subordinate, you canât blame me for his death.ââOf course.â Harold pinched Winnieâs cheek. âI wonât be a sore loser. If he dies, that means he isnât lucky enough. Letâs start.ââOkay!â Winnie glanced at him. âYou should keep a distance from us. You donât want my brain juice to splatter on your face, do you?ââSure!â Harold shrugged and retreated two steps back.He then exchanged guns with his subordinate.His subordinate immediately pointed that revolver at Winnie.Winnie appeared composed, but inwardly, she was nervous.Itâs too near. If the bullet is fired, I cannot dodge it. But there is a one-in-six chance, so I donât think Iâll get unlucky today.She stared at the man in front of her, and Harold fixed his gaze on her.The man pulled the trigger with a click.However, no bullet shot out.Winnie heaved a sigh of relief and stretched her hand out. âItâs my turn now.âThe man glanced at Harold and got his approval before handing the revolver to Winnie.Winnie held the revolver and aimed it at him.Right before she was about to pull the trigger, she suddenly pointed the revolver in Haroldâs direction.Without hesitation, she fired five rounds.With six cartridges and one bullet, firing six rounds would ensure that the bullet was discharged.