Winner Takes All novel Chapter 371

Boom!

The sound was like a big thunder, deafening.

Everyone looked at Jack in panic.

Was he crazy?

Was he betting that Dyson didn't dare to shoot?

"Mr. Hughes!"

"Young Master!"

"Jack!"

Almost at the same time, Ciara, Mr. Ward, Yael and others screamed.

But Jack ignored it.

Instead, his pace was faster.

His face was stern, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his eyes shot a sharp cold light.

In this moment, Jack's entire aura changed.

The whole person was like a sharp sword that was pulled out of its sheath, with an overwhelming atmosphere.

He stared at the the gun in Dyson's hand and all his attention was focused on it.

His footsteps became faster and faster!

Dyson's pupils narrowed and his heart was slamming in his chest.

Seeing Jack coming, he was a little flustered for a while.

This bastard was crazy, did he want to hit the gun with his head?

The atmosphere is deadly.

Everyone was terrified, and even some girls had already covered their eyes, afraid to watch the next scene.

In their eyes, Jack was already a dead man.

A shot in the head had an even greater visual impact than the bloody scene just now.

"You are being extremely stupid! I am looking to kill you. Are you betting that I don't dare to shoot?"

Dyson suppressed his panic and said with a grinning smile.

"Then just fucking shoot already!"

Jack shouted, his eyes bursting with cold light.

The momentum covered the whole audience like a dome, which made people shudder.

Dyson was caught off guard. He was shocked by the loud shout, and his body trembled.

"Die!"

Dyson roared ferociously and quickly pulled the trigger with his right hand.

Boom!

The gun exploded and was deafening.

There was a sudden scream of horror.

Everyone, including Brent, couldn't help but closing their eyes.

Like a flash.

Jack's state seemed to have risen to his limit in an instant. The moment Dyson fired his gun, his head tilted.

It was this momentary action.

The bullet that came out of the gun passed right by his ear, and the hot temperature even scorched a few hairs.

Boom!

The bullet hit the wall.

Immediately.

Boom!

Jack smashed the metal pipe in his hand.

"Ah!"

Dyson's gun fell, his arms were weirdly bent, a white bone was exposed in the air, and the color of panic and pain appeared on his face.

He looked at Jack in horror, as if he had seen a ghost, there was a sharp pain rushing from his right hand, like countless sharp knives, spurred every nerve in him.

How did he do it?

When Dyson's scream echoed.

Everyone was shocked.

The scream didn't come from Jack?

Brent opened his eyes first, and was dumbfounded when he saw the scene before him.

How did Jack do it?

He was a leader of soldiers and a killing god in the battlefield.

In a situation like the one just now, even he didn't have much chance of winning.

But Jack did it!

Was there no limit to Jack's fighting instinct?

Horrible questions came to his mind as Brent felt like in a dream.