Chapter 389

Outside the room, four people came in, dressed in casual clothes. They were all in their 30s and had different temperaments. But after entering the room, from their respective positions, we could see that they were not a group, but the shooters brought by the other four leaders.

He was standing behind the bald man, looking handsome, but his eyebrows were a little gloomy, which made people uncomfortable.

"You're still shooting. It's one thing that you can't hold a gun with your thin arm. I looked at it. It didn't look like shooting. It was like shooting someone. Hey, hey... " He stares at Song ye at the door and laughs maliciously.

A word does not open yellow accent, and still in public that song Ye is out to sell.

Other people around, together with the hostess, all giggled and gave out a good look.

Lesyu's face was a little heavy. It was just a trifle to accompany the wine just now. Now it's insulting. This is indirectly hitting his face.

Just when he wanted to open his mouth, he saw song Ye holding the wine bottle on the table without saying a word. He smashed the wine bottle out of the room with a thunderbolt. With a loud bang, the huge wine bottle hit the man's forehead, fell to the ground, and fell to pieces.

"Hiss It's bleeding. " The gloomy man didn't expect that song ye would suddenly make a move. He was smashed and covered his forehead with cold air. As soon as he saw the blood in his palm, his soft face suddenly became ferocious.

Almost at the same time, he reached for his back, took out his gun and loaded it. He started shooting at Song ye with a bang. The whole person fell into a manic state. The bullets whizzed on the TV and on the glass. The sound came one after another. The girls around him screamed.

Song Ye's position at that time had no place to dodge. At the moment of the other party's shooting, lesyu had already stood up from the sofa, took out his gun and aimed at the other party, and whispered, "stop it!"

Unfortunately, at this time, the manic man simply ignored, staring at Song ye, and even the two bodyguards of the bald man even took out their guns and aimed at lesyu. It was very obvious that he was partial.

In an instant, Les Yu's face turned black, but he didn't dare to kill the other side's shooter, causing conflicts. When he hesitated, he felt light in his hand, and the gun was in Song Ye's hand in a flash.

The black figure was like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he was beside the gloomy man. In the latter's slightly stunned, he banged, the bullet came out of the chamber, and the muzzle of the gun emitting the smoke of gunpowder was facing down. The smell of blood soon permeated the whole room.

"Oh, my hand!" In the scream of the gloomy man, all the people reacted and stared at Song ye in shock. Just now they didn't see clearly how people passed by.

Then there were two bangs. Song ye took the shot again, and the bullet was nailed into the wrists of the bald man's two bodyguards. Their right wrist was pierced, and his life's gun carrying career was ended.

Song Ye looked at the gloomy man who retreated to the side indifferently. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at his right hand, which was still in good condition. His voice said coldly: "next time your mouth is not clean, don't want your other hand."

She just hit the other side's left hand.

The bald man felt at ease, but he pretended to be furious. "Lao Le, what do you mean? Is this a deliberate attempt to bring people to the scene? Is this the intention to leave my life here today?"

One shot hurt three of his people, which is to hit him in the face.

Le Siyu has recovered his composure, but he sneers at him. "Your mouth is dirty, and the first one is your side. If song Ye hadn't taught him a lesson just now, I would have lost my head."

This matter, no matter from which aspect, is the bald man's side of the fault.

"Well, well, anyway, I didn't hurt my right hand, so I'll teach you a lesson. The kids are so angry that you don't hurt your friendship. Come here and have a drink." The other three people got up to play the game, and their faces were full of laughter. Most of them watched the drama.

The bald man looks ugly, but he finally goes down the steps. After all, it's not his own that hurts him. The people under his hands are irregular. Who is to blame.

However, he thought of the moment when song ye made his hand, the precise shooting point and the murderous spirit all over his body. He could not help but be on guard against this seemingly harmless boy.

In fact, either he or lesyu was a little surprised. He had investigated song Ye's background before Ming Dynasty. A child's shooting can be said to be a talent, but it's not out of thin air to shoot people and kill people. What's more, where did her gun come from?

Through this experience, people's minds are different, looking at Song Ye's face has changed.

Because the shooter was injured, the match time was delayed to the afternoon. During lunch, the gloomy man came in with his wrist wrapped up and his eyes were nailed to song Ye's body like a poisonous snake.

The latter was still, eating and drinking, completely shielding the eyes of the outside world. On the way, the other three shooters came to her with wine glasses. Originally, they wanted to persuade her to drink, but song ye said, "I'm not an adult. I can't drink."

In a word, stop and reply.

After lunch, they went to the shooting range again. The decoration design here was not as good as that of Sega. Moreover, it was a field open to the public. In the afternoon, the sun was dazzling and hit people's faces and bodies, which made a trace of heat."It's the old rule. Do you have any other opinions?" Lesyu shakes his glass and opens his mouth. Stone market is his territory. Naturally, it is he who makes decisions.

The other four nodded, but they all looked gloomy.

When song ye went to choose a gun, he found something wrong.

"I want to change a gun." Song Ye threw the gun back to the waiter's tray, not polite at all.

"Yes, just a moment." The waiter went down, and soon came back with the gun.

But this time, there was still a problem. She asked to change the gun, but other people complained.

"Shooting depends on the real Kung Fu on hand. No matter how many guns you change, you can't change the fact. If you want to admit defeat, you should get out as soon as possible, and don't make a fuss here."

The weather is hot, everyone is exposed to the sun, and the mood can not help but feel a little irritable.

Hearing this, song Ye didn't refute. He picked up the gun in the waiter's tray and waved his fingers up and down. He took a few seconds to unload the gun.

"Boss Le, you provide such goods, the needle is crooked and let me play? Who is to blame for losing? " Holding the parts in his hand, song Ye didn't want to throw it on the table of several people.

The five men are all human spirits on the gun. The problem can be seen at a glance. Looking at the shape of the impact pin, all of them are silent and uncertain.

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