1689: C1689 The Final Chance of Survival

C1689 The Final Chance of Survival

Betrayal?

Hearing Berkeley's words, the corner of Bern's mouth raised, and a faint smile appeared on his face. "Boss, oh, no, I should call you Mr. Berkeley now."

"Mister Berkeley, you are being too serious. From the beginning to the end, I am not your subordinate. Where did this betrayal come from?"

Yes, he was not Berkeley's subordinate from the beginning. Everything was just Berkeley's wishful thinking.

Therefore, there was no way to talk about this betrayal now.

"You..."

Hearing this, Berkeley's face became darker and darker, and the anger in his heart increased by a large amount.

It was not his subordinate from the beginning. This sentence was like a heart-piercing thorn that kept piercing his heart. The intense pain kept stimulating his nerves and made him unable to speak.

"Who are you!?" Holding his chest, Berkeley asked in a hoarse voice, "Who sent you here?"

"Mr. Berkeley, don't worry. You will see my real boss in a while..." Bern smiled and nodded at Kelaus. The latter grabbed Berkeley's shoulder.

"You want to catch me? Dream on!" Seeing Kelaus's movement, Berkeley was not surprised but happy. He sneered and took a wrong step forward with his right foot. He lowered his head slightly and Kelaus's sharp claws brushed past Berkeley's clothes.

He dodged it?

Both Bern and Kelaus were shocked when they saw Berkeley's movement.

They had never thought that Berkeley would actually dodge the attack.

After a while, Bern smiled again. "I didn't expect Mr. Berkeley to be a martial artist..."

"Haha, today I will make you two traitors pay the price!" As Berkeley spoke, he clenched his fists and made a free fighting stance.

Pay the price?

The corner of Bern's mouth raised slightly, but there was a casual smile on his face. "Mister Berkeley, what do you think this is?"

What, what?

Berkeley sneered and looked over.

In the next moment, Berkeley was like a wooden puppet, standing rooted to the ground.

A Desert Eagle with a silver glow appeared in front of him.

The black muzzle of the gun pointed straight at his head.

"Gulp..."

Berkeley carefully swallowed his saliva.

He did not doubt the authenticity of the sand eagle in front of him, because he could already smell the smell of "gunpowder" coming from the barrel of the gun.

Without a doubt, it was a real gun.

A world-class gun, Desert Eagle.

"I bet you don't have any bullets in your gun..." Berkeley gritted his teeth and said.

No bullets? Am I joking?

Bern did not know why Berkeley would say such a thing, and he almost laughed out loud.2

"I didn't expect Mr. Berkeley to be so humorous..."

"If you think there are no bullets in the gun, try it. But the price is your life..." Bern said with a smile.

"Gulp." Berkeley swallowed his saliva again.

If he changed the bet to anything else, he could bet on it. But if it was his life, he would bet on a hammer!

He did not want to lose his life in vain!

However, Berkeley was a little unwilling to surrender just like that.

He couldn't go to jail! He could not go to jail!

Berkeley's mind went back and forth. Ideas flashed through his mind one after another.

Suddenly, a ray of light shot out from his eyes. He thought of a way to break out of this predicament...

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