Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

Deng Yingwu seemed to be sure that Lin Shuyang would not show up before he ran out of bullets. After firing a few false shots as a deterrent, he pointed the muzzle of the gun at the shooting target and hit the middle position three times in a row.

But just when he fired the third shot, a bullet accurately shot into his right wrist bone!

Lin Shuyang quietly climbed to the edge of the barrier at some point and hit the target at an incredible angle.

The bullet penetrated directly through Deng Yingwu's wrist joint. Deng Yingwu, who lost the ability to move his right hand, could only hide behind the barrier.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, quickly tore off a piece of cloth from his body and tied the wound on his wrist tightly to prevent himself from bleeding too much, and also to reduce his pain.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lin Shuyang stood up again and fired one shot after another towards the center of the shooting target.

In less than ten seconds, four more bullet holes appeared on the shooting target.

At this time, most of the gun game time has passed. The Fugui Gang has hit the center ring four times, while the Ronghuamen has hit the center ring six times.

"This...this..." Zhao Yin opened his mouth for a long time, but finally said nothing. Under the disdainful eyes of many people in the Ronghua Sect, he shrank his neck and lowered his head silently.

Qin Guangsheng stared at the field with a pair of eagle eyes. Seeing this result, he took a deep breath so that he did not look so nervous.

But only he knew how much sweat his palms were sweating.

"Shanghai, when did there become a person with such a powerful marksmanship?" Okada Chuanyi stared at Qin Guangsheng coldly, his tone changed from the previous friendly tone, and became cold, "Master Qin, you are absolutely incredible in this round. Can’t lose!”

Qin Guangsheng stared at the center of the racecourse and suddenly thought of something. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and replied: "President Okada, it is still early and the outcome is still unknown."

"Oh?" Okada Kawaichi shifted his gaze to the racecourse in confusion. Deng Yingwu's right hand was disabled. What chance would a man who could not hold a gun have of winning?

Will there be any changes in this game?

The pistol used by Lin Shuyang could only hold seven bullets. One was used to shoot Deng Yingwu. A total of six bullets were used on the shooting target, and all seven bullets were exhausted.

In order to save time, he did not squat down to change the magazine, but stood on the spot and changed it.

But this time his replacement process didn't go smoothly.

Probably because he had been sleeping for too long, and then he was in an extremely tense state of mind. At this moment, his body finally protested, and a feeling of dizziness suddenly came over him, and his vision went dark.

The magazine in his hand slipped onto the sack before he could put it in. He used his hands to support himself to prevent himself from falling.

After a few seconds, the dizziness gradually disappeared, and the brightness returned to his eyes. He took the magazine into his hand again and loaded it.

"boom!"

The moment he loaded the gun, a bullet from the pistol in Deng Yingwu's left hand shot straight into his right chest.

The huge power caused his body that had just stabilized to collapse instantly, and his whole body leaned back uncontrollably.

The situation has reversed again.

After all, no one expected that Deng Yingwu could use both his left and right hands, and his left-hand pistol skills were no worse than those of his right hand.

Only then did Okada Kawaichi understand the true meaning of Qin Guangsheng's previous words. The two looked at each other, and their silent smiles gradually widened.

"Hahaha, let me tell you, the final victory must belong to Deng Yingwu!" Zhao Yin clapped his hands excitedly and looked up at everyone in the Ronghua Sect with contempt in his eyes.

The moment Lin Shuyang was shot and fell, everyone in the Ronghua Sect was shocked, with tension and worry in every pair of eyes.

Even if they could see Deng Yingwu shooting, it would be a foul if they were reminded.

Moreover, in that situation, as long as you maintain a little bit of vigilance, you can completely avoid it.

But Lin Shuyang did not hide away.

"Why didn't he know how to avoid it?" Chang Yu punched the coffee table next to Rong Xianyi's seat angrily and worriedly, causing the water in the tea cup to overflow.

Chen Ziqian said to himself: "He seemed to be a little off just now."

Uncle Dao answered, "Something's not right. I could clearly see that he was shaking a little, and his elbows were holding the sack tightly, as if he was about to faint."

"What's the use of all this? He just woke up, and now he's been shot again. I don't know if he can survive the remaining few minutes." Lianyi sighed worriedly, and then turned his eyes to Rong Xianyi.

Unlike what she imagined, Rong Xianyi did not have panic on his face, and even until now, he had not even spoken.

"Master Rong, aren't you worried about him?"

Rong Xianyi moved his chin slightly, and slowly said two words in a deep voice, "Worry."

Lianyi took a closer look, and finally saw those thick ink-like eyes, and finally believed that the worry Rong Xianyi said was true.

She was all too familiar with that distressed look.

When her eyes turned to the racecourse again, surprise appeared in her eyes.

A bullet rolled silently from Lin Shuyang's chest to the grass.

On the way back to Shanghai, Rong Xianyi put a body armor on him, and he knew it.

However, the huge shock force still caused excruciating pain in his chest. After lying on the ground for a while, he sat up while rubbing the place where he was shot.

"The heart is on the left side, but the bullet was shot on the right side. Is this intentional..." Lin Shuyang murmured.

He turned his head and glanced behind him. There were already three more bullet holes on the shooting target belonging to the Fugui Gang.

Then the venue fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone originally thought that the winner of this game had already been decided at this point.

But seeing Lin Shuyang sitting up like a normal person, a suspicious thought arose in everyone's mind.

Is it possible that the outcome of this shooting game can be reversed?

Lianyi rolled her eyes and glanced at Rong Xianyi: "It turns out that Young Master Rong knew that he was wearing a bulletproof vest. No wonder he was so calm just now."

Not everyone can buy bulletproof vests. Lin Shuyang has neither the money nor the means to prepare them in advance.

The only possibility is that this bulletproof vest was given by Rong Xianyi.

Brother Yi actually gave Lin Shuyang the body armor...

Chang Yu thought subconsciously.

On the racecourse, it was still quiet, and time was passing by minute by minute.

Deng Yingwu's right hand has been injured. Changing the magazine will definitely be more time-consuming and laborious.

Lin Shuyang had been shot and fell, and his attack power was minimal. Even if Lin Shuyang still had the power to fight back, he could use the remaining bullets in his gun as defense.

So this time, he was not in a hurry to finish all the bullets in the gun, because as long as he ensured that there was one more bullet hole in the shooting target than Ronghua Gate, the game would be foolproof.