Four people walked in outside the room, wearing casual clothes. They were all around thirty years old and had different temperaments. But after entering the door, from their respective positions, it could be seen that they were not a group of people, but the other four The gunman brought by the leader.
The man who mocked Song Ye was standing behind the bald man. He looked handsome, but his eyebrows were a little gloomy, which made people uncomfortable.
"You're still shooting. With your thin arms, it's one thing if you can't handle the gun properly. From what I looked at, it doesn't look like you can shoot, but like you're shooting someone, hehe..." He stared at Song Ye at the door smiled maliciously.
He spoke in a pornographic tone when he disagreed, and even said in public that Song Ye was for sale.
Others around him, including the lady accompanying him, chuckled, looking like they were watching a good show.
Les Yu's face darkened slightly. It was just a trivial matter to accompany him for a drink just now, but now it was a verbal insult. This was an indirect slap in his face.
Just when he was about to speak, Song Ye didn't say a word, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and smashed it out with lightning speed. There was a loud bang, and the huge bottle hit the man's forehead. , fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
"Hiss... bleeding." The gloomy man didn't expect that Song Ye would suddenly take action. He was hit hard, covering his forehead and gasping for air. When he saw blood on his palm, his feminine face suddenly became... Extremely ferocious.
Almost at the same time, he reached for his lower back, took out his gun and loaded it, and started shooting at Song Ye. His whole body fell into a manic state. The bullets hit the TV and the glass, and the sounds came and went. The ladies around them screamed.
Song Ye was in a position where there was no place to dodge. The moment the opponent fired, Les Yu had already stood up from the sofa, pulled out his gun and pointed it at the opponent, shouting in a low voice, "Stop!"
Unfortunately, the man who was already in a frenzy didn't care at all and stared at Song Ye. The two bodyguards of the bald man even took out their guns and pointed them at Les Yu. The hint of favoritism was very obvious.
In an instant, Lesyu's face turned dark, but he did not dare to actually kill the other gunman to cause a conflict. When he hesitated, he felt a light touch in his hand, and the gun was in Song Ye's hand in an instant.
The black figure was like a ghost, arriving beside the gloomy man in the blink of an eye. While the latter was slightly stunned, there was a bang, the bullet came out of the chamber, and the muzzle of the gun that smelled of gunpowder smoke was pointed downwards, and the smell of blood that accompanied it quickly It filled the whole room.
"Ah, my hand!" Only when the gloomy man screamed did everyone react and stared at Song Ye in shock. They had not seen clearly how the man passed by just now.
Then there were two more bangs, and Song Ye shot again. The bullets penetrated the wrists of the two bodyguards of the bald man, connecting the bones and tendons. The right wrist holding the gun was pierced, and his life of holding guns was over.
Song Ye raised his eyes and looked indifferently at the gloomy man who had retreated to the side. He pointed the gun at his right hand, which was still intact, and said in a cold voice: "Next time your mouth is dirty, don't even want your other hand." ”
What she just hit was the opponent's left hand.
Seeing this, the bald man felt a little relieved, but he pretended to be furious, "Lao Le, what do you mean? Are you deliberately bringing people here to cause trouble? Are you planning to kill me today?" Do you want to stay here too?”
Three of his people were injured in one move, which was like a slap in the face.
Les Yu had already regained his composure, but he sneered when he heard this, "Your man's mouth is dirty, and you were the one who made the first move. If Song Ye hadn't taught him a lesson just now, he wouldn't have lost his head." It will be me."
From every aspect of this matter, the bald man was at fault.
"Hey, okay, okay, I didn't hurt my right hand anyway, just take it as a lesson. Children are very angry, so don't hurt your harmony. Come on, come on, let's all sit down and have a drink." The other three stood up to smooth things over. , with a smile on his face, mostly watching a good show.
The bald man looked ugly, but he finally walked down the steps. After all, he was not the one who was hurt. His subordinates were not behaving well, so who was to blame.
However, he remembered the precise shooting point and the murderous intent that filled his body when Song Ye took action, and he couldn't help but feel wary of this seemingly harmless young man.
In fact, not only him, but also Les Yu himself was a little surprised. He had obviously investigated Song Ye's background before. A child's shooting can be said to be a talent, but hurting people and murderous intent cannot be obtained out of thin air. , and besides, where did her gun come from
After this experience, everyone had different thoughts and Song Ye's expression changed.
Because the gunner was injured, the game was postponed to the afternoon. During lunch, the gloomy man came in with his wrist bandaged, his eyes fixed on Song Ye's body like a poisonous snake.
The latter's expression remained motionless, and she was eating and drinking, completely shielding herself from the outside world. During the process, three other gunmen came to her with wine glasses. They originally wanted to persuade her to drink, but Song Ye said, "I am underage and cannot drink." .”
I choked on one sentence and went home directly.
After lunch, everyone went to the shooting range again. The decoration design here was a little worse than that of Sega, and it was also an outdoor venue. The afternoon sun was dazzling, hitting people's faces and bodies, causing a trace of heat.
"One round determines the outcome. It's the old rule. Do you have any other opinions?" Les Yu shook his wine glass and spoke. Shishi was his territory, so naturally he was the one who made the decision.
The other four people nodded, but secretly their expressions were dark and unclear.
When Song Ye went to choose a gun, he realized something was wrong.
"I want to change my gun." Song Ye threw the gun back into the waiter's tray without being polite at all.
"Okay, guest, please wait a moment." The waiter went down and quickly came back with a gun.
But this time, there was still a problem. She asked to change the gun, but was met with dissatisfied protests from others.
"Shooting depends on the real skill at hand. No matter how many times you change the gun, it will not change the fact. If you want to admit defeat, get out early and stop fighting in the mud here."
The weather was hot, and everyone couldn't help but feel a little irritable as they were exposed to the sun.
Hearing this, Song Ye didn't refute. He picked up the gun in the waiter's tray, moved his fingers up and down, and clicked the gun in a few seconds.
"Boss Le, you provided this kind of goods, but the firing pin is crooked and you still let me play? Who will lose if I lose?" Holding the parts in his hand, Song Ye threw them on the table of several people without thinking.
The five of them are all experts in firearms. Problems with such parts can be seen with just one glance. Looking at the shape of the firing pin, they all immediately became silent and uncertain.