Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Fang Jian has been on the road for nearly ten years. With the flow of firearms into the territory, his good marksmanship has been brought into play. With only a few bullets, he is very popular. Even if he comes to Shishi today, he should respond to Le Siyu. The request was also fulfilled before agreeing.

But he never imagined that the boat would capsize in the gutter today and be planted in the hands of a smelly child.

Originally wanted to pull back a game, but in the end it became difficult to ride a tiger.

If you compare, you may lose, but if you don't compare, you will admit counsel.

Killing is no more than a nod, and admitting counsel has never appeared in Fang Jian's dictionary.

"Okay, I can agree, but the premise is that you can beat us." Fang Jian is not a fool, and will not let the other party take advantage of the text.

"Of course, the gold card of Sega who lost me here is you." Song Ye shrugged, took out the still-warm gold card, and threw it on the table. It looked much more straightforward than Fang Jian.

When he saw this gold card, Fang Jian's face was completely dark. He squinted to the side of Le Siyu, but he didn't smile, "Boss Le is really generous, and he is really generous to the classmates of the second young master."

This friendly support is really nice to say, the stinky child is clearly found by Lu Siyu, and he pretends.

"I always value people who are capable." Lu Siyu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked meaningfully at Song Ye by the wall.

The latter's eyes were cold and looked back at the same, and the momentum was restrained.

The corner of Lu Siyu's mouth twitched, he really felt that the child was getting more and more interesting.

After being successfully put together by Song Ye, Lu Siyu, who was pulled into the water, had to completely stand on the side of the young man, desperate.

The two sides pressed their respective heads, and Song Ye was finally satisfied and stood on the shooting platform again, watching Fang Jian standing beside him and staring at the target, as if to see through her trick.

Song Ye sneered in her heart, flicked her wrist, the magazine was withdrawn, and it was reloaded in a flash. At the moment when the empty magazine clapped to the ground, her whole body was like a taut bow and arrow, sweeping away the laziness just now, in her eyes Everything was done, the trigger was pulled, and ten shots were fired in succession, and the muzzle did not move at all under the recoil.

After the ten shots were fired, they heard the sound of the empty clips rolling on the table just now, and everyone reacted in horror. The ten shots were sent out in the blink of an eye.

The continuous shooting, the deafening sound of gunfire, the pressure of the boy holding the gun, bursting out of his body made people feel stuffy, and they couldn't react for a long time.

"Ninety-nine rings." The electronic screen on the top updated the information instantly. The dazzling numbers made Fang Jian come back to his senses, and his face darkened again.

But before he could speak, the young man over there loaded the bullet into the magazine again, and fired again when the empty magazine was withdrawn. His eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't help but put his whole body and mind on the boy.

She didn't even take aim, so she just started? Damn, it's still another ninety-nine ring.

The three ninety-nine rings were just as intentional. When everyone watched Song Ye shoot out the gun, they suddenly felt a collective feeling of being played, because whether it was the speed of her shooting or the trajectory of the bullet, nine guns could hit. To the tenth ring, then there will be zero mistakes in ten shots.

On the tenth shot, there was a ninth ring, a small error and deviation, but it was still slightly better.

This knowledge made Fang Jian vomit blood, and he wanted to ask the boy if it was intentional, but he couldn't even ask such a self-defeating question even if he was killed.

After three rounds, the result was still the same, except that Fang Jian's face was cut again.

"Hehe, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is great." Fang Jian gritted his back molars and smiled grimly. If he couldn't see that Song Ye was deliberately pretending to be careless just now, he didn't need to. mixed up.

Song Ye didn't answer his question, but stretched out his hand and said bluntly, "Caitou."

Pfft... Fang Jian really wanted to vomit blood.

Finally, he took out a check from his pocket and slammed it on the table. Fang Jian had no face to stay any longer, "Let's go."

This time, Fang Jian couldn't maintain his demeanor at all. He didn't even say hello, skipped Lu Siyu and left.

Obviously, this game lost, and even Lu Siyu was hated.

Song Ye put away the gold card on the table, opened the check and saw that the number on it was one million.

Heh, Lu Siyu really thought she was a student at half the price.

"Cough cough, Song Ye, you did a good job. I'll invite everyone to dinner tonight." Lu Siyu also felt embarrassed. The fact that this kind of payment was not equal and was exposed on the spot was too subtle.

Song Ye didn't object, but the others looked strange. When Le Siyu left, Wang Qianqian giggled happily.

"Song Ye, you are so amazing, you are my idol." Wang Qianqian had a stomachache long ago, and she was lying on Song Ye's shoulder and laughed, ignoring her image of a lady.

She could understand why her dad was full of praise every time he talked about Song Ye, and he loved it and hated it.

The last time Bai Zhibin went to Fang Jian and Le Siyu this time, every delusional attempt to get a good deal from Song Ye was doomed to lose everything in the end.

Song Ye pushed the furry head on her shoulders away, she didn't like to have physical contact with others.

Wang Qianqian didn't mind either, so she leaned forward and continued to be shy, "Song Ye, teach me to shoot, I forgot what Chuanzi taught me last time, okay? Next time your eldest brother finds me, I'll follow up with you as soon as possible. You tipped off."

Song Ye saw that she was getting more and more happy, but she was not disgusted, "You don't need to use him as an excuse." It means that she is willing to teach.

Wang Qianqian cheered, wishing she could jump on Song Ye, such a blatantly intimate act fell into the eyes of several other people, and everyone tacitly had an idea.

Fang Ye lowered his head and poked Le Mingyu next to him, "Don't worry now, my little lover has a good relationship."

Le Mingyu frowned, his eyes swept across the two people who were tired and crooked on the opposite side, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, eased his face, and muttered, "Not the best." But he still didn't like Song Ye.

After seeing Song Ye's marksmanship, almost everyone followed Song Ye's guidance, but they came to ask for advice on everything related to firearms.

Song Ye and Lu Siyu were already on the line, and they were not very interested in having fun, so they spent the afternoon in the guidance.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Lu Siyu invited guests and booked a box at the hotel to entertain a group of high school students. After dinner, he and Song Ye agreed on another game time, and then waved goodbye to everyone.

After leaving the hotel, several people greeted them to go home, but Song Ye's eyes stopped slightly when he swept to the street.

"You go first, I have something else to do."