Chapter 380 The Clan Elder Supports Song Zhao to Abuse the Scum

She laughed lightly, and said coldly, "The ten-eyed handgun can fire ten shots of gunpowder in a row. Compared with ordinary handguns, its shooting accuracy and range are more difficult to control.

Therefore, in the process of locking action, there will be rebound and unlocking, and then it will be matched with continuous shooting, friction will generate heat, and the material of the gun will not meet the standard. Fire escape and bombing occurred. "

Following Song Zhao's professional and well-founded analysis, the head manager and Yun Xiu changed their faces at the same time.

How could Song Zhao know this information that only professional weapon masters know?

The prince picked up a ten-eyed pistol, and an unbelievable dark light flashed across his deep eyes.

Song Zhao actually said exactly the same thing.

Song Zhao's brows and eyes were scattered, and his eyes were clear and bright, shining like some kind of young animal.

"It has nothing to do with design, it's purely a matter of manufacturing materials."

The head manager changed his face in an instant, and his guilty conscience and panic were completely hidden by him, "Don't talk nonsense, there can be no problem with my manufacturing, it must be a design problem!"

The crown prince pinched his brows, not wanting Si Yu to see his own jokes, and quickly restrained his expression, "No matter where the problem is, Guzi will let the Baili family give an explanation. This is the end of today's competition. Now that the results are out, Gu wins here, don’t think about this school in the future.”

Although the loss was heavy, at least this face was preserved.

The sergeant on Si Yu's side looked gloomy. Although he saved his life, the scene was still suppressed by the opponent.

"Don't worry." Song Zhao raised his hand suddenly, tilted his head and smiled nicely, "Don't we have the last round?"

Everyone looked at her suspiciously. Didn't this mean that they wanted to continue.

The sergeant on Si Yu's side looked at the appalling comparison results with a embarrassed expression.

The prince sneered, "The number of rings here is twice as many as yours, even if one of you hits ten ten rings at once, it is impossible to surpass Gu, let alone want to beat Gu, unless you can hit 10.9 rings—— "

The target is divided into 10 areas, and the circle surrounded by the innermost circle is 10 rings. As long as the bullet hole touches this area, it will be 10 rings.

And the ring of 10.9 hits the bullseye.

Under the condition of moving target, it is impossible.

Song Zhao responded calmly, "Okay."

As soon as these words came out, the sergeant on the prince's side immediately showed a look of contempt, and burst out laughing.

Di Wei and the others Jingwei had complex expressions, and wanted to persuade Song Zhao not to talk big and make it difficult for him to get off the stage, but any persuasion would mean admitting defeat, so they could only hang their heads and remain silent.

Seeing Song Zhao's battle, Yunxiu felt that he could do it again, and frowned delicately, "Miss Song, are you going to shoot in person?"

Song Zhao squeezed his wrist, rolled his eyelids, "Why don't you come?"

Yunxiu, "..."

Naturally, she would not go up to shame.

This is obviously a loser.

But she didn't want to be embarrassed by Song Zhao, so she cupped her fists and said to Si Yu, "Master, why don't you try—"

Before Si Yu could speak, Song Zhao glared at him viciously, stared at his injured right arm, and said fiercely, "Take your hand back, dare to move it?"

Si Yu raised his eyebrows, touched the bridge of his nose with a light smile, turned his face, and muttered, "Little Ah Zhao is so fierce."

What the two said was not particularly ambiguous, but in the eyes of others, they somehow felt that their teeth were going to be sour.

The prince snorted.

Si Yu is a big man, if he listens to women like this, it will not be a big deal at first sight.

Yin Wanyang was very envious, if His Highness the Crown Prince could do what Si Yu did to Song Zhao, she would be willing to die.

Yun Xiu lowered her head deeply, with thick eyeshadow.

The next moment, Song Zhao took out a black ten-eyed handgun from his wide sleeve, and hooked it casually around his fingertips.

Fu Nanqian recognized that this was the firearm that was used to encircle and suppress the Criminal Department that day, and his eyes lit up, "Father Zhao, are you going to start playing handsome?"

"Wait, I will take you to lie down and win."

Ahhhhhhh, there is no internet, I made it up, and I will continue to do it later, so I cried.