Chapter 389: Gunpowder opening

Four people walked in outside the room, all wearing casual clothes. They were all 30 years old and of different temperaments, but after entering the door, from their respective standpoints, we can see that they are not a group, but the remaining four. The gunman brought by the leader.
He taunted Song Ye, who was standing behind the bald man at this time. He looked handsome, but his eyes were a little gloomy, which made people look uncomfortable.
"It's still firing, it's the same thing with your thin arm that can't hold the gun. I look at it, it doesn't look like it's going to shoot, it's like shooting someone, hehe ..." He stared Song Ye smiled at the door.
Not a word to open the yellow cavity, but also said that Song Ye came out to sell.
Everyone else around, even the young lady accompanied by the wine giggled, a look of good looks.
Luxu Yu's face was a little heavier. Just having a drink with him just now is trivial and harmless. Now he is already insulting. This is indirectly hitting his face.
When trying to open his mouth, he saw Song Ye say nothing, manipulated the wine bottle on the table, and smashed it out with a thunderbolt. A loud noise hit the man's forehead. , Fell to the ground and fell sparsely.
"His ... bleeding." The gloomy man didn't expect Song Ye to shoot suddenly, and he was smashed straight, holding his forehead upside down and drawing air-conditioning. As soon as there was blood in his palm, the time on the feminine face changed. Very successful.
Almost at the same time, he reached out and touched his back waist, pulled out his gun, loaded the gun, and started to shoot at Song Ye. The whole man fell into a manic state. The bullets hit the TV, the glass, and the sounds were one after another, shocked The surrounding lady screamed.
Song Ye's position at that time had no place to dodge. At the moment when the opponent fired, Lu Siyu had stood up from the sofa, drew his gun at the opponent, and whispered, "Stop!"
It is a pity that the man who has fallen into mania at this time does not care about it, staring at Song Ye and aiming. The two bald men's bodyguards even drew their guns at Lu Siyu. The meaning of partial help was very obvious.
Suddenly, Lu Siyu turned black, but did not dare to kill the opponent's gunman to cause contradiction. When hesitated, he felt light in his hand and the gun reached Song Ye's hand in an instant.
The black figure was like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the side of the gloomy man. In the latter, he slammed a little, and the child popped out of the chamber. The muzzle smelling of gunpowder pointed down, and the accompanying smell was fast It permeated the entire room.
"Ah, my hand!" In the scream of the gloomy man, all the talents reacted, staring inexplicably at Song Ye, just now they didn't even see how the person passed.
Then two more bangs, Song Ye shot again, the bullet was nailed into the wrists of the two bald men's bodyguards, with bones and tendons, and the right arm of the gun was penetrated. This life of a gun is also over.
Song Ye looked up indifferently at the gloomy man who receded aside, his muzzle pointed at his temporarily intact right hand, and his voice was cold: "The next time your mouth is not clean, your other hand, don't want to Now. "
She just hit the opponent's left hand.
The bald man saw this, and was slightly relieved under his heart, but he was furious with his face. "Lao Le, what do you mean, did you deliberately bring someone to the scene? This is my intention to kill my life today. Stay here too? "
Three of them were injured as soon as he shot, and this live was hitting his face.
Lu Siyu has regained his composure, but when he heard it, he sneered. "Your people are not clean and the person who shot first is also your side. If Song Ye hadn't shot him to teach him, I wouldn't have lost his head. It will be me. "
This matter, no matter in any way, is the bald man's loss.
"Well, it's okay, anyway, you didn't hurt your right hand, so you should buy a lesson. Children are very angry. Don't follow the injury, come and come, all sit down and have a drink." The other three got up and hit the round. With a smile on his face, most of the elements are good-looking.
The bald man looked ugly, but eventually he walked down the steps. After all, it wasn't the one who hurt himself. The people under his hands were unruly, and who did he blame.
However, he remembered the moment when Song Ye shot, the precise shooting point and the murderous body covered him, and he could not help but alert the seemingly harmless teenager.
In fact, not to mention him, it was Lu Siyu who was a little surprised. He had previously investigated Song Ye's background. The shooting of a child can be said to be a gift, but he shot and hurt and murdered. This is not something that can be obtained out of thin air. And, again, where did her gun come from?
After this encounter, everyone had different thoughts, watching Song Ye's face change.
Because the gunman was injured, the game time was postponed until the afternoon. When eating at noon, the gloomy man bandaged his wrist to enter the door, and his eyes were nailed to Song Ye's body like a snake.
The latter looked immobile, and should eat and drink, completely shielding the eyes of the outside world. The other three gunmen came to her with a wine glass in the middle, and they wanted to persuade them. As a result, Song Ye said, "I am underage and cannot drink . "
Hold on to a sentence, go straight to the house.
After lunch, everyone went to the shooting range again. The decoration design here was worse than that of Sega, and it was also an open-air field in the wild. The sun was shining in the afternoon, hitting people's faces, and there was a little heat.
"A game is determined, old rules, do you have any other opinions?" Lu Siyu shook his glass and said, Shi Shi is his place, and naturally he made the decision.
The other four nodded, but secretly all looked dim.
When Song Ye went to pick the gun, he found something wrong.
"I want to change a gun." Song Ye threw his gun back into the waiter's tray, not polite at all.
"Okay, wait a minute." The waiter went on, then quickly changed his gun again.
But this time, there was still a problem. She asked for a gun change, but was protested by other people.
"The shooting is based on the real kung fu on hand. No matter how many guns are changed, it can't change the fact. If you want to admit defeat, get out early, less here and thin mud."
The weather is hot, everyone is exposed to the sun, and I can't help feeling a little irritable.
Hearing that, Song Ye did not refute, picking up the gun in the waiter's tray, swinging his fingers up and down, and clicking and unloading the gun for a few seconds.
"Mr. Le, the goods you provided, even if the firing pin is crooked, let me play? Who is the loser?" Holding the parts in his hand, Song Ye threw them on the table without thinking.
All five people were human beings on the firearms. This kind of parts can see the problem at a glance. At this time, looking at the shape of the firing pin, all of them were silent and uncertain.