Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1185

He will not fire this shot.

This was my subconscious guess.

But almost at the same time I was conscious of the fact that Benjamin would only make the opposite choice to the normal person, and I could not escape from this one bullet.

"Boom..."

"Uhhhh-!"

Before I could think of a response, Benjamin swung his gun again and shot Toby's other leg through as he tried to get up, blood gurgling on the ground, and he could only support himself with two hands on the ground.

Perhaps fear of angering Benjamin again, he was shaking with pain, but biting his lips to keep himself from screaming, so much so that the veins on his forehead are rippling from excessive repression.

And Benjamin has killed his eyes, the gun slowly moved from Toby and pointed at Dennis, who was already seriously wounded.

This must be stopped.

I had no time to think, my eyes quickly locked on the gun in Benjamin's hand.

The next second, grabbed his hand, pulled with all his strength, aimed the gun at my left shoulder, and with the help of Benjamin's finger, did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

"Bang..."

Benjamin tried to stop it, but it was too late. The bullet was embedded in my flesh and blood, and the wound was like being stuck by millions of needles at the same time, and the dense pain almost made me faint.

Fighting the pain took all my strength, I couldn't control my body anymore, and I lost my weight and consciousness little by little.

Even though it was clear that the location of the wound was not fatal, my vision was blurred and I still looked in Dennis' direction with fondness.

He was looking at me.

Confirming this, I had no further worries and allowed myself to fall backwards.

The last memory of the last second before passing out was being dragged around the waist, and then losing all consciousness.

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Pupils turned, realizing that I had survived, I quickly opened my eyes.

Judging from the surrounding decoration can be the unique smell of disinfectant in the air, at this moment should be in the hospital.

I moved my fingers to pinch hard at the root of my thighs covered by the quilt, and the pain confirmed that everything was real, that I was alive, and soon the injury on my shoulder woke up, and the constant pain woke me up completely.

The bet won.

What about Dennis?

Anxious to prove this, I lifted the covers and forced myself to sit up from the bed, one leg just stretched out, and before my foot hit the ground, I was stopped by a familiar and gloomy voice above my head, "Do you want to die with Dennis that badly?"

Dennis is dead?

No, he's lying. If he killed Dennis, he wouldn't have left me alone in the world.

"Of course," I raised my head and looked at him with hatred, "he was born before I was born, he died, and I have no need to live, you can save me once, but not for a lifetime, as long as I find the opportunity, I will not hesitate to go with Dennis!"

"Do you think I care?" Benjamin's pupils were dark, his expression indifferent, and he was as lofty as the god of death from hell.

Of course he cared, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of leaving me alive.

Soon, Benjamin will know, feelings like a flood of ferocious existence, just how terrible.

"Of course I know you don't care, so ......" Halfway through the sentence, I looked at the TV cabinet behind him, got up violently and slammed my head into it.

Although avoiding the sharp corners of the cabinet, the strong impact still hurt me dizzy and fell down with the TV cabinet.