Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Four people walked in from outside the room, dressed in casual clothes, all in their thirties and had different temperaments, but after entering the door, judging from their positions, it could be seen that they were not a group, but the other four The gunman brought by the leader.

The one who mocked Song Ye was standing behind the bald man. He looked handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes were a little gloomy, which made people look uncomfortable.

"You still shoot, just your thin arm, it's one thing that you can't hold the gun. I look at it, it doesn't look like you can shoot, it looks like someone shoots, hehe..." He stared at Song Ye, who was at the door, smiled maliciously.

They didn't agree with each other and said that Song Ye was sold in public.

The other people around, even the young lady who accompanied the drink, giggled and laughed, looking like a good show.

Lu Siyu's face darkened a little. It was just a trivial matter to accompany the wine just now.

Just when he was about to open his mouth, he saw that Song Ye didn't say a word, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and smashed it out with lightning speed. With a loud bang, the huge wine bottle hit the man's forehead. , fell to the ground and shattered.

"Hey...he's bleeding." The gloomy man didn't expect Song Ye to suddenly make a move. He was smashed straight, clutching his forehead and gasping for air. When he saw the blood in his palm, his soft face instantly changed. Incomparably hideous.

Almost at the same time, he reached out and touched his back, drew the gun, and started shooting at Song Ye. The whole person fell into a manic state. The bullets hit the TV and the glass, and the sound came one after another. The ladies around screamed in surprise.

Song Ye's position at the time had no place to dodge. The moment the opponent fired, Lu Siyu had already stood up from the sofa, took out the gun and aimed at the opponent, and whispered, "Stop!"

It's a pity that the man who was already in a frenzy didn't care at all, staring at Song Ye, and the two bodyguards of the bald man even took out their guns and aimed at Le Siyu.

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

The black figure is like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he arrives at the gloomy man's side. While the latter is slightly stunned, the gun pops out of the chamber with a bang, the muzzle of the gun that smells of gunpowder is pointing down, and the accompanying blood smell is very fast. It filled the whole room.

"Ah, my hand!" In the gloomy man's screams, all the talents reacted and stared at Song Ye in shock and inexplicable. Just now, they didn't see how the person passed.

Then there were two more bangs, and Song Ye shot again. The bullets nailed into the wrists of the two bald men's bodyguards, with bones and tendons, and the right wrist holding the gun was pierced.

Song Ye raised his eyes and looked indifferently at the gloomy man who had retreated to the side. The gun was aimed at his temporarily intact right hand, and his voice was cold: "Next time your mouth is not clean, don't want your other hand. already."

She just hit the opponent's left hand.

When the bald man saw this, he felt a little relieved, but he pretended to be furious, "Lao Le, what do you mean, is this deliberately bringing people to smash the scene? This is to kill me today. Are you staying here too?"

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

Lu Siyu had regained his composure, but he sneered when he heard the words, "Your mouth is not clean, and the one who shot first was also on your side. If Song Ye hadn't taught him a lesson just now, he might have lost his head. It will be me."

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

"Hey, okay, okay, I didn't hurt my right hand anyway, just buy a lesson. The children are angry, so don't follow the hurt and get angry. Come and come, all sit down and have a drink." The other three got up and settled the game. , with a smile on his face, and most of the ingredients are watching a good show.

The bald man looked ugly, but in the end he went down the steps. After all, it wasn't himself who was hurt, and the people under his hands were irregular, so who could blame him.

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

In fact, not to mention him, even Le Siyu himself was a little surprised. He had clearly 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. , and besides, where did her gun come from?

After this encounter, everyone's thoughts were different, and the expressions on Song Ye's face changed.

Because the gunman was injured, the game was delayed until the afternoon. During lunch, the gloomy man wrapped his wrist and entered the door, his eyes pinned to Song Ye's body like a poisonous snake.

The latter looked unmoved, eating and drinking, completely blocking the eyes of the outside world. In the middle of the way, the other three gunmen came to her with wine glasses. They wanted to persuade her to drink, but Song Ye said, "I'm underage and can't drink. ."

After choking on a sentence, he went straight back to his home.

After lunch, everyone went to the shooting range again. The decoration design here is a little worse than that of Sega, and it is still an open-air venue. In the afternoon, the sun is dazzling, hitting people's faces, and there is a trace of heat.

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

The other four nodded, but their expressions were dark in secret.

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

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

"Okay, wait a minute." The waiter went down, and then quickly came up with another gun.

But this time, there were still problems. She asked to change the gun, but was protested by other people.

"Shooting depends 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 as soon as possible, and stay in the mud less."

The weather was hot, and everyone was basking in the sun, and they couldn't help but feel a little irritable.

Hearing this, Song Ye didn't refute, he picked up the gun in the waiter's tray, wiggled his fingers up and down, and took off the gun in a few seconds.

"Boss Le, for the stuff you provided, the firing pin is crooked and you still let me play? Who will be the loser?" Holding the parts in his hand, Song Ye threw them on the table of several people without thinking.

The five of them are all gunslingers, and this kind of component can be seen at a glance. At this time, when they look at the shape of the firing pin, they are all silent, and their faces are uncertain.