Chapter 1689 The Last Life
betray?
Hearing Berkeley's words, Byrne raised the corner of his mouth, with a faint smile on his face: "Boss, oh no, I should call you Mr. Berkeley now."
"Mr. Berkeley, you are serious. I was not your subordinate from the beginning to the end. Where did this betrayal start?"
Yes, he was not Berkeley's subordinate from the very beginning, and everything was just Berkeley's wishful thinking.
So the current betrayal is out of the question.
"you……"
Hearing this, Berkeley's face became more and more gloomy, and the anger in his heart rose a lot.
From the very beginning, he was not under his command. These words were like a thorn in his heart, constantly piercing his heart. The intense pain constantly stimulated his nerves, making him feel speechless.
"Who the hell are you!" Clutching his chest, Berkeley asked hoarsely, "Who sent you here?"
"Mr. Berkeley, don't worry, you'll meet my real boss later..." Byrne smiled slightly and nodded to Klaus, who clasped Berkeley's shoulder.
"Want to catch me? Dreaming!" Seeing Klaus' actions, Berkeley was not surprised but pleased, sneered, took a wrong step forward with his right foot, lowered his head slightly, and Klaus' sharp claws rubbed Berkeley's clothes The horn flashed by.
dodge?
Seeing Berkeley's actions, both Byrne and Klaus were shocked.
It never occurred to them that Berkeley would dodge the attack.
But after a while, Bourne smiled again: "I didn't expect that Mr. Berkeley is still a practicing family..."
"Hehe, I'm going to make you two traitors pay the price today!" Berkeley clenched his hands into fists as he spoke, assuming a posture of free combat.
pay the price?
The corner of Bourne's mouth was slightly raised, but there was an understated smile on his face: "Mr. Berkeley, what do you think this is?"
what? What?
Berkeley sneered and looked intently.
The next moment, Berkeley was like a puppet, staying in place in a daze.
In front of his eyes appeared a desert eagle shining with silver light.
The black muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at his head.
"Guru..."
Berkeley swallowed cautiously.
He had no doubts about the authenticity of the Sand Eagle in front of him, because he could already smell the smell of "gunpowder" wafting from the gun barrel in his nostrils.
There is no doubt that this is a real gun.
A world-class gun, the Desert Eagle.
"I bet you don't have bullets in your gun..." Berkeley said through gritted teeth.
No bullets? Emmmmm, is this a joke?
Bourne didn't know why Berkeley would say such a thing, and he almost couldn't help laughing.
"I didn't expect Mr. Berkeley to have a sense of humor..."
"If you think there are no bullets in the gun, try it, but the price will be your life..." Bourne said with a smile.
"Gulu..." Berkeley swallowed again.
If the bet was changed to anything else, he could gamble, but if it was life, he would still bet on a hammer!
He didn't want to give his life away for nothing!
But just like this, Berkeley was a little unwilling.
Can't go to jail!Must not go to jail!
Berkeley's mind was spinning a thousand times, and one idea after another flashed through his mind.
Suddenly, a ray of light shot out from his eyes, and he thought of a way to break the situation...