The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 382

Four people walked in from outside the room, wearing casual clothes, all in their 30s, with different temperaments, but after entering the door, judging from their respective positions, it can be seen that they are not a group, but the other four leaders The man brought the gunman.

The one who opened his mouth to mock Song Ye was standing behind the bald man. He looked handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, which made people uncomfortable.

"You're still shooting. With your slender arm, it's still a matter of whether you can hold the gun. I looked at it, it doesn't seem like you can shoot, but it looks like someone is shooting someone. Hehe..." He stared Looking at Song Ye at the door, he smiled maliciously.

A word disagrees with a yellow accent, and it is said in public that Song Ye is out to sell.

The other people around, even the young lady with the drink, giggled, with an expression of watching the show.

Le Siyu's face darkened a little. It was just a trivial matter to accompany him for a drink, and it was harmless. Now it is an insult, which is an indirect slap in the face of him.

Just when he was about to open his mouth, Song Ye picked up the wine bottle on the table without saying a word, and smashed it out with lightning speed. With a loud bang, the huge wine bottle hit the man's forehead , fell to the ground, smashed into pieces.

"Hiss... it's bleeding." The gloomy man didn't expect Song Ye to make a sudden attack. It was extremely hideous.

Almost at the same time, he reached out to touch his back, loaded his gun, and started shooting at Song Ye with a bang bang. The whole person fell into a manic state, and the bullets swished on the TV and the glass, and the sound was one after another. The girls around screamed.

Song Ye's position at that time had no place to dodge. The moment the opponent fired, Le Siyu had already stood up from the sofa, drew his gun and pointed at the opponent, and stopped in a low voice, "Stop!"

It's a pity that the man who has fallen into mania at this time doesn't care at all, and stares at Song Ye to take aim. The two bodyguards of the bald man even point their guns at Le Siyu, which is very obvious.

In an instant, Le Siyu's face turned black, but he didn't dare to really kill the other gunman to cause a conflict. When he hesitated, he felt a light in his hand, and the gun fell into Song Ye's hand in an instant.

The black figure was like a ghost, and it came to the gloomy man's side in the blink of an eye. While the latter was slightly stunned, with a bang, the bullet was fired, and the muzzle of the gun that smelled of gunpowder was facing down, and the bloody smell that came with it soon It filled the whole room.

"Ah, my hand!" In the gloomy man's screams, everyone came to their senses and stared at Song Ye in shock. They didn't see clearly how the man passed by just now.

Then there were two more bangs, and Song Ye shot again. The bullet pierced the wrists of the two bodyguards of the bald man.

Song Ye raised his eyes and looked indifferently at the gloomy man who retreated to the side. He aimed his gun at his right hand, which was still intact, and said in a cold voice, "Next time your mouth is not clean, don't even think about your other hand." gone."

What she just hit was the opponent's left hand.

Seeing this, the bald man felt a little relieved, but on his face he pretended to be furious, "Lao Le, what do you mean, did you bring someone here on purpose to make trouble? Is this intention to kill me today?" Do you stay here too?"

As soon as he shot, he injured three of them, which was like hitting him in the face.

Le Siyu had regained his composure, but he sneered when he heard the words, "Your people are not clean, and the one who made the first move was also your side. If Song Ye hadn't acted to teach him just now, he might have lost his head The person will be me."

No matter how you look at this matter, it's the bald man's fault.

"Hey, it's okay, I didn't hurt my right hand anyway, so let's take it as a lesson. The children are very angry, so don't follow suit. Come and sit down and have a drink." The other three got up to smooth things over. , with a smile on his face, mostly watching a good show.

The bald man had an ugly face, but he finally went down the steps. After all, he was not the one who hurt himself. It's no one's fault that his subordinates were unruly.

However, he remembered the moment when Song Ye shot, the precise shooting point and the murderous aura all over his body, and he couldn't help feeling wary of this seemingly harmless young man.

In fact, let alone him, even Le Siyu himself was a little surprised. He had investigated Song Ye's background before. A child's shooting can be said to be a talent, but it is not something that can be obtained out of thin air. , besides, where did her gun come from?
After this encounter, everyone had different thoughts, and the expression on Song Ye's face changed.

Because the shooter was injured, the game was postponed to the afternoon. During lunch, the gloomy man entered the door with his wrist bandaged, his eyes fixed on Song Ye's body like a poisonous snake.

The latter remained expressionless, she should eat and drink, and completely shielded the eyes of the outside world. On the way, three other gunmen came to her with wine glasses. They wanted to persuade her to drink, but Song Ye said, "I'm underage, I can't drink." .”

He choked on a word and went straight home.

After lunch, everyone went to the shooting range again. The decoration design here was a bit worse than that of Sega, and it was an open-air field. The afternoon sun was dazzling, hitting people's faces and bodies, causing a trace of heat.

"One game determines the outcome, the old rules, do you have any other opinions?" Le Siyu shook his glass and said, Shishi is his territory, so naturally he speaks and decides.

The other four nodded their heads, but secretly they all looked gloomy.

When Song Ye went to choose a gun, he realized something was wrong.

"I want to change a gun." Song Ye threw the gun back into the waiter's tray without being polite at all.

"Okay, wait a moment, customer." The waiter went down, and then came up with a different gun.

But this time, there was still a problem. She asked to change the gun, but was met with dissatisfied protests from other people.

"Shooting is based on the real skill at hand. No matter how many guns you change, you can't change the fact. If you want to admit defeat, get out early and avoid messing with mud here."

The weather is hot, and everyone is exposed to the sun, and they can't help but feel a little irritable.

Hearing this, Song Ye didn't refute. He picked up the gun in the waiter's tray, swung his fingers up and down, and unloaded the gun in a few seconds.

"Boss Le, with the things you provided, the firing pin is crooked and you let me play? Who will be to blame if you lose?" Song Ye pinched the parts in his hand and threw them on the table of several people without thinking.

The five people are all experts in firearms, and this kind of parts can be seen at a glance. At this time, seeing the shape of the firing pin, all of them were silent, and their faces were uncertain.

　There's another chapter at six

　　
　
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