Chapter 396: Strong counterattack! Sister Lan’s gun technique [2 updates]


    His voice attracted the attention of others.


    The guests who came to attend this dinner today were not only the people from the Northland, but also the locals from the Star Manchester United Empire, the Principality of the South Ming Dynasty and the Global Center.


    Ye Wanlan, Yan Tingfeng and Xiang Shaoyu were the only three from Shenzhou at the banquet.


    "What did they do when they come to attend the palace banquet in Beilu?"


    "Alas, I thought I was the Chinese state three hundred years ago. I was talking about ''all nations coming to pay tribute'' every day, and I really thought of myself."


    "Don''t say, China''s development has been pretty good in recent years. It ranked third in gold medals at the International Games last year. It seems that several competitions have won gold medals."


    "What''s the use of this? Isn''t it still being crushed by the Global Center?"


    The sarcastic voices were everywhere, and Matvey''s smile became louder and louder.


    Public opinion can crush people to death.


    Today, whether Xiang Shaoyu Shen participates in this shooting game or not, he is already the loser.


    "Click!"


    Suddenly, something cold pressed against Matvey''s forehead. His body suddenly stiffened and cold sweat fell down instantly.


    A scream rang out.


    Ye Wanlan held a pistol and pressed his finger on the trigger. She asked casually: "You have always been so much nonsense? Have we said we wouldn''t participate?"


    Matvi did not expect that in full view of everyone, the maid brought by Xiang Shaoyu would dare to attack him directly.


    But he didn''t see how Ye Wanlan took out this gun and when did he come to him.


    Matvey could clearly see the girl''s index finger tapping the trigger one after another. Every time he clicked, his heart would suddenly stop.


    If the trigger is really pulled...


    "Stop!" A sharp shout rang out, "Ms., please put down the gun in your hand. What do you want to do?!"


    The person who spoke was the captain of the palace knights. The knights stepped forward and surrounded Ye Wanlan.


    "Just make a joke among friends." Ye Wanlan was not panicked, "It''s not time to shoot."


    She moved the gun away, and Matvey''s clothes were soaked in cold sweat.


    He looked at the oriental girl in front of him, and his heart was already full of murderous intent.


    This faint murderous intent was almost captured by Yan Tingfeng for a moment when the thought moved. He slowly raised his hat, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes seemed to have no change.


    Matve wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead: "Young Master Shaoyu, what does this mean?"


    However, Xiang Shaoyu did not speak.


    "If you win, you can only get the queen to receive it, then this shooting game is not interesting." Ye Wanlan turned the gun in his hand and smiled faintly, "Or, you are so poor that you can''t even make a good lottery?"


    A light sentence instantly reversed the situation.


    Matvey''s smile froze. Obviously he didn''t expect Ye Wanlan would say such a sentence.


    He looked at Xiang Shaoyu and saw that Xiang Shaoyu still had no reaction. His expression became a little gloomy, and his voice squeezed out from his teeth: "What do you want?"


    Ye Wanlan smiled slightly: "If we win, I will choose ten antiques from China from your family."


    "Ten pieces?" Matvey was shocked and angry, "Why don''t you go and grab them?!"


    "That''s right, these antiques were indeed stolen by you back then." Ye Wanlan said slowly, "It''s not an exaggeration to return the goods to the original owner now, right?"


    The Petrovic family where Matvi is located started as robbers.


    Three hundred years ago, China fell, and the Petrovic family mobilized many people to take advantage of the situation.


    After returning to Beilu, some of the antiques were sent to the Beilu Museum by them, and the other part was hidden in the private treasure house of the Petrovic family.


    This time, the patriarch of the Petrovic family, has held several exhibitions, inviting people from all walks of life to visit the family collection.


    In addition to the antiques from the Ning Dynasty, there are even many cultural relics from the Shun Dynasty and Yong Dynasty, which are extremely precious.


    "I tell you, this is impossible!" Matvey''s body trembled violently because of his extreme anger, "and I can''t agree to you."


    Ye Wanlan nodded: "A servant really cannot represent the entire Petrovic family."


    "Matvi, call your master." Xiang Shaoyu finally spoke, "You are not qualified to negotiate with us for the next thing."


    "You..." Matvey''s hands clenched into fists.


    He didn''t want to fall into the limelight, but when he thought of the ultimate purpose of this dinner, he could only bear it and report to the patriarch.


    After a while, the old man, Oliver Petrovic, the patriarch of the Petrovic family, returned with Matvi. "Shaoyu, I haven''t seen you for many years, you have grown up so old." Olever smiled kindly and said in Chinese, "When you were young, I hugged you, and your grandfather and I have always met you."


    "Grandpa said that last time you came to Xiang''s family, he was caught by the guards near the Qianyuan Treasure House." Xiang Shaoyu also smiled, "Fortunately, the guards discovered it, otherwise you accidentally touched some mechanism and died on the spot. Grandpa could not explain to the Petrovic family."


    This happened in the early 20th century. He had just been born not long ago, and he also heard from Mr. Xiang later.


    Olever''s smile disappeared, so he just said politely and said straight to the point: "I know what Matvi said. I agree to add such a lottery. If you win, you can take away ten cultural relics at will."


    Xiang Shaoyu refused to say anything: "Where did you lose?"


    Oliver smiled again: "If you lose, Shaoyu will apologize for the people you bring."


    After hearing this, Xiang Shaoyu''s face showed a hesitant expression.


    "Why not like this, let''s add some more lottery." Oliver is very tempted, "You can take away a hundred antiques, how about it?"


    Xiang Shaoyu agreed immediately: "Okay, no problem."


    This is what he was waiting for.


    "This is the player who participated in the shooting game today." Oliver coughed a few times, "If Shaoyu is ready, he can start at any time."


    On Oliver''s left hand, there were more than a dozen people wearing black uniforms.


    Among these people, there are a few familiar faces.


    "That sharpshooter who seemed to have won the top ten at the Global Center last year?!"


    "More than that, there is another one, ranked fourth in the world!"


    At this moment, everyone''s eyes fell on Ye Wanlan and the other two, all with pity.


    The Petrovic family was obviously prepared and hired a shooting expert early to participate in this game.


    "Mr. Shaoyu handed over his wealth and life to the hands of a little girl for cultural relics, which really made me admire him." Matve smiled and said, "Then I wish Mr. Shaoyu could really bring a hundred antiques back to China."


    Xiang Shaoyu glared and said, "You did it on purpose!"


    "Oh, I can''t say that. This is just a deal between us." Oliver smiled like an old fox, "Let''s go, go to the shooting range, let''s see the shooting technique of China."


    After Xiang Shaoyu turned around, all the expressions on his face disappeared and he returned to peace.


    Yan Tingfeng stroked the thermos with his slender fingers and said slowly: "The acting skills are good."


    "I did act like showing weakness before, in order to force them to come up with better conditions." Xiang Shaoyu pressed his temple, "But after I saw the gunman they brought, I was really worried."


    "There is nothing to worry about." Yan Tingfeng raised his eyebrows and a soft and faint smile in his eyes. "Xiao Wan stood up, then she must be sure to win."


    Xiang Shaoyu was a little stunned: "Have you seen Miss Ye shoot?"


    "No."


    "Then you still-"


    Yan Tingfeng interrupted him: "I just believed her without reservation. If you go over and take a look, you will know."


    The shooting range was full of people, and Ye Wanlan also put on a black shooting costume.


    In addition to her, a total of 11 people participated in this shooting game.


    "Bang!"


    The first person shot first.


    A number also popped up on the screen soon—


    9.5 ring!


    10 rings are full rings, and the number of rings of 9.5 rings is already very high.


    Next, several other people also fired in sequence.


    All of these people''s first shot scores were above 9 rings, and one of them even got a score of 9.9 rings.


    Ye Wanlan was at the end, and her expression did not fluctuate at all, but was wiping the gun in her hand, very calm and steady.


    "Bang!"


    The second-last man got the first ten ring!


    Each of these ten people is a good shooting player and has extremely strong psychological qualities.


    Ye Wanlan finally picked up the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.


    "Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"


    It turned out to be...six shots in succession!


    See you tomorrow~~


    ??(This chapter ends)