My Ability Pool is Superior-Chapter 12: Mere Surface Wound

“What riddle are you guys playing?”
Ke Jianghao lowered his raised hands a bit, with a confused expression on his face: “Natives wouldn’t refer to us, right?”
Although he was full of curiosity, in the current situation, no one would explain it to him.
Zheng~
The sword blade lightly brushed over the edge of the counter.
Lu Bai held the Eight-Sided Han Sword, smiling as he walked toward the Common Face holding the gun.
Paired with his unhurried pace, it didn’t look like he was going to chop someone; it was more like he had just finished eating and was taking a stroll to digest.
The Common Face didn’t detect much deterrence from Lu Bai’s demeanor, but he faintly felt some unease, as if once he fired, something very terrifying would happen.
He then instinctively retreated half a step and quickly said: “Personally, I don’t advocate using violence.”
Lu Bai tilted his head slightly, without making a sound.
“What I mean is, how about we play a game? It can avoid harming the innocent too.” The Common Face nodded his chin toward Ke Jianghao and the others.
Lu Bai could naturally hear the subtext in the Common Face’s words.
“To be honest, I don’t think threatening me with them will work, but…”
Halfway through his words, the smile in his eyes became even kinder: “I happen to want to learn more about you guys. Tell me, what game?”
Hearing this, the Common Face grinned, slightly raising the hand holding the gun to indicate no attack intent, then slowly walked to about a meter in front of Lu Bai and stopped.
Click!
The Common Face slapped the Broomhandle Mauser onto the counter beside them: “I wonder how much you know about Russian roulette?”
Lu Bai had of course heard of this famous game of chance with life.
“One bullet in the cylinder, take turns pulling the trigger against your own head, the one who lasts wins…”
He glanced at the Broomhandle Mauser on the counter, his mouth twitching, and said hesitantly: “But this thing isn’t a revolver, is it?”
“Haha, you don’t need to doubt my mental state. You can check the info on this gun first.”
The Common Face confidently pushed the Broomhandle Mauser toward Lu Bai, seemingly not worried that Lu Bai would turn hostile once he got the gun.
Lu Bai reached out and touched the Broomhandle Mauser, and a string of information immediately appeared in his retina.
[A certain Double Eagle’s Pistol (Silver): Infinite bullets, no need to replace magazine, but each use has a certain probability of no bullet in the gun.]
“This…”
After reading the description of the Broomhandle Mauser, Lu Bai was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to evaluate it.
Frankly speaking, this thing violated the laws of the material world in some sense, but why was the effect it showed so underwhelming.
“So, wanna play a round?” The Common Face rubbed his hands.
Lu Bai took the Broomhandle Mauser in hand and toyed with it, adjusting his emotions and speaking as plainly as possible: “I get it now, you all have unique abilities. Since this gun is yours, what is his ability?”
The burly man at the entrance, whose build was like a bodybuilder mister, frowned: “This has nothing to do with the game you’re going to play.”
Lu Bai sighed and casually raised the gun at the burly man.
Without deliberate control, a brilliant smile reappeared on his face: “I didn’t agree to play, and I’m threatening you. You better understand my current action as an interrogation.”
“You dare toy with me.” The Common Face’s complexion was a bit ugly, but still relatively calm.
“Don’t make it sound so ambiguous. You clearly intended to shoot at the start.”
Lu Bai waved his hand: “The reason you held back, um… is probably because you’re not sure what my ability is, so for safety, you switched to having me play this so-called roulette with you.
Plus, you dared to hand me the gun, so unless it’s an accident, that guy’s ability is probably controlling the probability of no bullets? Manipulating luck or something?”
Click~
He casually pulled the trigger, and sure enough, no bullet came out of the muzzle.
“As expected.”
Lu Bai nodded and tucked the Broomhandle Mauser into his pocket, with no intention of returning it.
He had no intention of following the other’s script at all; getting the Broomhandle Mauser so easily was an unexpected bonus.
He no longer doubted the Common Face’s mental state; now he only worried about this guy’s IQ.
After all, even if the other could make the Broomhandle Mauser ineffective in his hands, it wouldn’t be much of a loss for him; instead, the other lost a weapon with infinite bullets.
“Looks like talks broke down… Brother Niu.” The Common Face shrugged helplessly and turned to call out to the burly man.
The burly man called Brother Niu silently pulled a Police Handgun from his bosom, expressionlessly aiming the muzzle at Lu Bai.
At the same time, the Common Face also pulled a Police Handgun from his pocket; they seemed to be from the same police station.
“Now you can bet whether there’s…”
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, the Common Face decisively pulled the trigger; clearly, the previous talk was just to distract Lu Bai.
With two crisp gunshots, wisps of blue smoke rose from the muzzles.
“Ah!!!”
Consecutive screams echoed in the store.
Ke Jianghao’s muscles tensed all over, quickly pulling Ke Jiangni to hide behind the shelves.
In the face of guns, he could only say to fend for themselves.
No way around it; the teachers and students who escaped from campus might not understand the meaning of what Lu Bai and the others were saying, but they absolutely knew what a gunshot meant.
They had been able to quietly observe the situation before, but after the gunshots, it wouldn’t be easy to stay calm.
Like Zheng Xiaoming, whose legs went weak and he slumped to the ground, mind blank, trembling nonstop.
After screaming, Wu Ya unconsciously hid behind the shelves too.
Still mumbling: “Student Lu… Lu Bai got shot…”
Because he was facing away from them, she wasn’t sure where Lu Bai was hit.
The only thing certain was that after the gunshot, she saw a splash of blood red on Lu Bai’s body.
“Calm down, calm down! Don’t forget Lu Bai’s super ability shown before.” Ke Jianghao’s head hurt from hearing it, and he quickly pacified.
On the other side.
“Hiss~”
Lu Bai winced in pain, clutching his wound, stumbling back two steps: “No wonder they say villains die from talking too much.”
He could still self-deprecate because he felt he was fine.
He had indeed been on guard against the Common Face shooting, but he didn’t expect Brother Niu to be so unchivalrous too.
He barely dodged the shot from the Common Face aimed at his head; Brother Niu’s shot he could only take head-on.
Fortunately, the Police Handgun wasn’t known for its lethality, plus Lu Bai’s muscles enhanced by the Zombie Virus.
Relying on [Super Regeneration], taking this shot directly—saying unscathed would be exaggerated—
Just a flesh wound.
At most, that big pool of blood looked a bit scary.
The Common Face didn’t know this; no matter how you looked, it seemed like he was on the verge of death.
So he confidently walked over and pressed the muzzle against Lu Bai’s head.
“Pretty tough, huh, dodging bullets and all.”