Chapter 384: Ninety-nine ring

Are you sure, this problem seems to be too much.
However, in the eyes of Mencius, the problem of Lu Siyu is redundant because they believe that Song Ye has no chance of winning. A 16-year-old boy who has just touched his gun several times will follow the line of shots in front of him. Compared to masters, it is like shaking trees.
In Song Ye's opinion, since Luxu brought her in, this question is not really asking about the percentage, but telling the other party that someone is going to hit the scene.
"Mr. Le, what do you mean, you want this little doll to compare with us?" The leader in black stepped forward, with pride and ridicule that could not be restrained.
Leosu didn't move on his face, with a slight smile on his face. He had no enthusiasm when he arrived, and introduced the two sides with a shelf. "Song Ye, this is your brother. Fang Jian, all mixed on the road." The rules are there, the king is defeated, and Song Ye is young, but he must be given a chance to try, otherwise how can I know that my money is worth it? "
Fang Jian's face was stiff, and he didn't expect everyone to look at him. The other party would not give himself face, and the challenged kid was still just a thorny head. The smile on his face was a bit distorted. "Le boss is right, the rules are You have to follow the rules, and if you speak, I will give you this face. "
"Oh, thank you very much." Lu Siyu smiled, he played Tai Chi well, and looked back at Song Ye, who was picking guns at the table. The smile on the corner of the mouth deepened a bit, "Song Ye, are you ready? ? "
The bullet over there was just assembled, and he clicked into the load, Song Ye turned back, nodded coldly, "Ten shots?"
Lu Siyu froze, and then laughed: "Yes, ten shots, 250,000. But you have to play well before you can fire another ten shots." The child dare to care so much, saying that twenty shots, really connected Don't give him a discount.
"Well, please, please. The highest result here is three times with an average of 97 rings. If he wants to win once, he must hit 99 rings. This is a rule, don't say I didn't explain it in advance." Fang The sword squinted at Song Ye, with a playful smile on his face.
"Are you okay?" Le Siyu asked only slightly.
"Um." Song Ye also deserves a cut.
No one paid attention to the ninety-nine ring that Fang Jian said.
To say that Luz is mad, then Song Ye is not embarrassed.
Everyone was waiting to see the young boy making a good show, watching her raising the gun and aiming, Fang Jian had already thought about it and would raise the price with Lusi Yu.
They are all famous gunmen on the road. In addition to killing people, this kind of aiming to make money at the target is easy and fast, and in recent years they have been relying on this to make money. If there are no two brushes, how can they mix on the road.
It's just heaven and earth to want to beat a child with a milky smell.
But soon, he will discover that there is something in this world called a miracle.
Song Ye is not a showy person, but there are some necessary occasions, in order to achieve the purpose, appropriate suppression of the audience is also a means.
In the ten shots, she did not do her best, but she was still dead, and the number of rings was exactly ninety-nine rings.
When the numbers at the top of the screen were printed, the audience's eyes were shocked.
Fang Jian's originally confident and playful smile froze at the corner of his mouth, making it an uglier expression than crying. He gritted his teeth and tightened his brow. "I want to check on the spot so as not to be caught." This is the place of Lu Siyu Today, this sale was already promised in advance, and now Lu Siyu suddenly brought Song Ye to the scene, and they have every reason to believe that this is a premeditated plan.
Anyway, the people present didn't believe that a child with no hair can make such a good result.
"Hehe, let's go together." Lu Siyu smiled down and narrowed the surprise in his eyes. In fact, he was surprised by the juvenile marksmanship.
The target was moved to the front, and everyone was surrounded by the front or the back. Song Ye Liangliang leaned aside and it was not about himself.
At the beginning, Le Mingyu was still angry and felt that his elder brother had been pitted, so when he asked for an inspection, he squeezed to the front to find out.
"I trust, did he really hit it?" Le Mingyu stared at the dense bullet holes in the center of the target, mumbling in shock.
Not to mention him, if it weren't for this idiot, even Fang Jian would like to blurt out.
Le Siyu turned to his younger brother, helpless, this brother came to pit him.
Sure enough, after Le Mingyu expressed his doubts, Fang Jian took the opportunity to say: "Le Erchao said this, I am a bit doubtful. I didn't have time to check the target just now. Once we decide the victory, we also have luck. Our brothers are thousands of miles away. Come on, even if you lose, you must be convinced. "
They were brought in by Lu Siyu, and now they have been taken away.
"Well, what does it mean by Boss Fang?" Lu Siyu still looked like a person who was negotiable in all matters, making him unable to understand his temper.
As soon as Fang Jian winked, there was a man in black standing on his side, and he said loudly, "It's fair to take the test, just like we did, and take the average score in the three games."
The words fell, and Fang Jian pretended to be helpless: "The boss Le also saw it, and the people under my hands couldn't swallow this breath, and I ran so far, without any hardships. There must be justice."
Lu Siyu raised his eyebrows and did not answer immediately, but looked at Song Ye aside. "I really want to be fair, but everyone also sees that this little kid is my brother's classmate. The little kid is also friendly and supportive. I don't want to force it. What do you think, Song Ye. "
After all, this problem still hits Song Ye.
Mencius Heng is also speechless. Is the 500,000 gold card in the rest area just blind?
There was a paid transaction in the previous second, and now it became a friendship support. Song Ye was not a second-hander like Le Mingyu and naturally understood the other party's meaning.
Lu Siyu was forcing her to change her forty bullets for half a million.
However, she Song Ye never traded at a loss.
Still leaning on the wall like no bones, facing the attention of everyone, Song Ye raised his eyes and poked his finger at Fang Jian. "The ten bullets just now are the boss's face. Now you are going to test with me. You will give the prizes, and the price will be your deposit this time. "
what? Fang Jian frowned, and then frowned so that the flies could be pinched. He asked sarcastically, "Why should I promise you?"
Song Ye's mouth was ticking, and the corner of his eyes was also ridiculed, "With the ninety-nine ring just now."
She can't compare, but Fang Jian's performance in the ninety-ninth ring will be taken for granted. If this is the case today, Fang Jian's financial path will be broken in the future.
Fang Jian's face was iron-blue, and he did not expect that he would be counted by a little fart child.