The enemy in front of him thought he was going to attack, so he stepped back with a huh.
Ye Fan flipped his body again.
Another bullet shot with a whoosh.
Before a retreating enemy could stand firm, his chest hurt and he fell to the ground with a swaying sound. His limbs twitched for a few seconds and then he disappeared.
"Swoosh!"
Ye Fan did not stop there, and instinctively rolled to the side again.
Two more bullets were nailed into the place where he rolled.
A lamp and a stone shattered with a bang.
Just as he was about to take the opportunity to attack Ye Fan, the sword was halfway through, and a severe pain in his abdomen.
He looked down and saw a wound that was in his eyes, and it was obvious that the stray bullet hit him.
"Ah--" He couldn't help but scream.
Ye Fan roared and shot up from the ground, shuttled through the remaining foreign killers like a phantom.
After a series of sniper gunshots, Ye Fan had a scar on his shoulder, and all five foreign killers fell to the ground.
They all blocked the bullets for Ye Fan.
Ye Fan did not stop, and moved his body to approach the golden ghost guy who was shaking and retreating.
The Jin Guimao endured the pain and wanted to fight back, but Ye Fan beat him to death with a sword.
"Pu--" Then, Ye Fan pulled the Jin Guiren's clothes and rushed towards the opposite street with his body.
Sniper, opposite the rooftop of the seventh floor.
"Puff!"
On the way forward, two more bullets shot. Ye Fan moved the body of the Golden Ghost and endured the two shots.
When he was about to arrive at the opposite street, Ye Fan threw another golden ghost guy.
In the air, a gunshot sounded, and blood was sputtered on the back of the golden ghost man, and then he hit the ground with a plop.
Vitality is extinguished.
"Swoosh--" Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Fan retracted and hid under the eaves.
He did not stop, and moved, found the entrance and exit of the floor, rushed into the stairs, and then went up to the rooftop as fast as possible.
Ye Fan was unwilling to accept the person who dared to fire a cold gun at him.
"Swoosh!"
Ye Fan just kicked open the ragged iron door and pointed a gun at him.
Ye Fan's body slid and instantly escaped from the muzzle and locked it. The other party had no time to react. His fingers had already pulled the trigger and a bullet sprayed out.
"boom!"
The iron door became ragged, and the air was filled with smoke.
A man with a mask shows up.
After failing to hit a shot, the opponent immediately smashed a sniper rifle at Ye Fan, then pulled out a sprint and rushed forward.
He took advantage of Ye Fange to block the sniper rifle and stabbed Ye Fan quietly in his heart.
Fast, ruthless, and very vicious.
Ye Fan stopped in time, jumped to the side, avoided the opponent's attack, and slashed out an axe without hesitation.
The axe went straight into the man's chest with a mask.
The man with mask touched the corner of his mouth and slashed his backhand.
"when!"
With a crisp sound, he swung Ye Fan's powerful axe.
Ye Fan moved his body to the side and his body took a few steps in inertia.
The man with mask also took two steps away, but his movements were too fierce, causing his mask to fall off.
Ye Fan suddenly recognized the other party's identity.
The bodyguard around Ye Feiyang was also the one who had fought with Tang Qi, Hong Buddha, "I thought Ye Feiyang would make a decision and would not be so reckless and impulsive."
Ye Fan smiled faintly, "I didn't expect that he was so angry that he would start a fight in person. It seemed that those dozen slaps were slaps in the face were nothing."
The Red Buddha did not speak or wear a mask, but just stared at Ye Fan.
He tried his best to overestimate Ye Fan, but unexpectedly he underestimated him.
The suitcase explosives were surrounded by dozens of people, and he was a sniper, and Ye Fan was also carrying a burden. No matter how you look at it, he would definitely die.
As a result, he was not only killed by Ye Fan, but also allowed him to find his own position.
He was a little regretful that he did not withdraw in time when the first shot failed.
But no matter how upset he is, it is useless. He can only yell "Kill!"
The Red Buddha waved his sword at Ye Fan repeatedly.
Ye Fan calmly blocked the attack.
"Dangdangdang!"
Twelve sounds kept coming, swords and axes collided, sparks were everywhere! "Damn!"
After blocking the thirteenth strike, Ye Fan suddenly shouted loudly and took the initiative to start a counterattack.
His aura was like a rainbow and his blood shone out, reflecting the red sky.
As the axe went down, a trace of blood was swept up.
The red Buddha's chest was red, and his flesh and blood were flying.
"Um!"
The Red Buddha fell and flew out with his knife, and blood spurted across the edge of the rooftop.
He struggled to get up and touch the short gun on his leg.
Ye Fan's footsteps slipped over again.
"Swoosh!"
The axe slashed ruthlessly and made a sharp whistling.
The Red Buddha raised the bastard and blocked it in a hurry, and another loud bang, and the man and the knife fell back to the ground.
He spewed out a mouthful of blood, his whole body was as if it was apart, and he had no power to fight any more.
"I lost."
The Red Buddha lay motionless on the ground, coughing and said, "The whole thing has nothing to do with Junshi Ye and Young Master Yang. It was my Red Buddha who was angry that you slapped Mr. Ye in the face and took revenge privately."
"No matter whether you hand me over to the police or Hengdian, I will take on everything alone."
"I won't give you a chance to deal with Mr. Ye and the others."
His eyes were very firm.
"You can see that you are very loyal, and I believe that you will bear it alone."
Ye Fan smiled faintly, "For the needs of stability, the official may also take all the blame."
Red Buddha looked at Ye Fan and sneered, "So you will stop thinking about taking advantage of the issue."
"You can really take the blame when you are alive, but if you die, you can't take anything..." Ye Fan kicked the Red Buddha out of the rooftop.
"Ah——" Hong Buddha's hands and feet swayed and fell from a high altitude, and a loud bang hit a car downstairs.
The car fell into a sudden, twisted and broken, and the alarm sounded terrifyingly... For Ye Fan, the current situation is complicated, and the best protection is to do big things... When Ye Fan quickly came down from the rooftop, Chen Xiaoyue was coming from the archives
The cabinet crawled out and quickly evacuated with Bluetooth headphones.
There was less panic and a little more calm on her face.
She typed a number while going out through the Starbucks side door.
The phone was connected soon.
Chen Xiaoyue whispered, "Mr. Wang, I am Chen Xiaoyue. At the Starbucks Café, Ye Fan and Yang's family have started fighting. Your plan has been successful."
"Chen Xiaoyue?"
The other end of the phone was confused, and then the voice sank, "Where did you get my number?"
Who asked you to contact me in person?”
Chen Xiaoyue's voice trembled, "I'm just happy, I want to congratulate Mr. Wang on his successful plan..." While speaking, Chen Xiaoyue turned into a street and poured into the crowded pedestrian street.
Wang Qiaochu shouted again, "Who gave you my number?"
You should contact Xiongzi, not me!"
Chen Xiaoyue hurriedly apologized, "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..." "Bang--" Before he finished speaking, Chen Xiaoyue collided with a passerby.
She subconsciously wanted to glance at the other person, but found that the other person had left in a hurry.
A severe pain came from her abdomen.
Chen Xiaoyue looked down and saw a knife in her abdomen, and blood flowed...