Chapter 392 (1/2)

In the past, song ye thought that in this era, people still used watermelon knives to fight against each other. After the establishment of the night Gang, there were not many opportunities to touch guns. But these two days just after dealing with lesyu, she realized that it was not the development of the times that did not allow her, but that she had not found the right way before.

As soon as the army and fire take over, the probability of seeing others take out their guns is rising in a straight line.

So when she saw a gun on her forehead, her first reaction was not fear of shivering, but excitement and itching.

Almost subconsciously, when the cold metal comes into contact with his forehead, song Ye pinches the opponent's mouth with his backhand and reverses his wrist. Before he has time to play hard, the pistol has already fallen into the other party's hands.

When song Ye's index finger was hooked, and the pistol turned several circles in front of her, she turned her eyes to the other side's face. After a look, she even lacked expression, and her tone was extremely cold, ”it's you.”

Poof.

What do you mean? What is the response?

The gloomy man was about to spit out blood. One arm was still hanging, and his other hand was sprained by the other party just now. At this moment, he was so painful that he felt cramped and wanted to scratch the wall. As a result, the opponent was not cold, so he gave him such a sentence.

”Your name is song ye?” After enduring for a long time, the gloomy man finally squeezed out this sentence.

Song Ye's indifferent eyebrows and eyes swept over, ”what's the matter?” She didn't feel that she had a relationship with her partner at the bathroom door.

Listening to her cold tone and indifferent attitude, the gloomy man would have thought that he was dreaming if he had not held his gun in his hand.

But now his two hands are injured, the gun was robbed, and then speak hard, live is looking for beating.

For a while, I was caught in a dilemma by this sentence and didn't know how to react.

Song Ye didn't want to argue with him. Seeing that the other party was beaten today, he thought that he was still under the fence in this business. He stretched out his arm and directly pressed the gun back to the other party's chest, with a piece of advice, ”let's go now. It's too late, it's too late.”

Finish saying, also regardless of the other party can understand, directly turn the pace back to the room box.

Gloomy man has been standing there, until song Ye's back disappeared in the corner, his mind is still constantly thinking about each other's words.

It's too late. It's too late.

As soon as he entered the room, song Ye noticed that several people around him were looking at him. If there was anything, there was something hidden.

”Ha ha, our little genius has come back, come and come, and today's performance is outstanding. Our uncles have a drink with you. You can't drink, so we'll replace the bar with tea.” The bald man was very warm and stood up and poured a glass of wine himself. His attitude was very different from that of the first meeting.

As soon as he stood up, the other three people also had wine glasses to offer to her. They were shy of smiling faces, and their eyes were a little more inquisitive.

Just now she handed in the note. She excused herself to go to the bathroom. Naturally, she had read the contents. At this time, the four people toasted, just to see her attitude.

Which party does song Ye belong to.