At this time, the man walked up to Ye Fan, shook his head, and said: "Little brother, I just drank a little bit, so I can't apply for insurance. Otherwise, I'll pay you 100,000 yuan..."
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After saying that, the burly man opened the zipper of his wallet and seemed to want to take money out of it, but in fact he had a murderous intention.
He suddenly took out a miniature pistol from his wallet and aimed the gun directly at Ye Fan's forehead, "You brat! You've been fooled!"
However, just when he wanted to pull the trigger, he was shocked to find that his finger could not move.
Suddenly, his face became extremely panicked, and he exclaimed in silence: "What's going on? Why can't I move my fingers?"
Ye Fan looked calm and directly reached out to pick up the killer's miniature pistol, "This pistol is very exquisite! A must-have artifact for murderous travels!"
When the killer saw this, he wanted to stop him, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't move except his fingers, and he couldn't even move his body.
The killer's face instantly turned pale with fright, and he said in shock: "No...impossible! Why can't my body move?"
At this time, a sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and his fingers conjured a silver needle out of thin air like a magic trick, "Because of this!"
The killer's eyes widened, and then he subconsciously looked at his wrist, only to see that his wrist was pricked by a silver needle, and during this process, he didn't even feel any pain, "When did you do it?
"
Ye Fan played with the miniature pistol and said playfully: "Just when you wanted to shoot!"
The killer gritted his teeth and cursed in dissatisfaction: "You are scolding the next door! Now that I have fallen into your hands, you can kill or chop me into pieces as you please! Eighteen years later, I will be a good man again!"
"boom--"
As a result, as soon as the killer finished cursing, Ye Fan suddenly opened fire and hit him in the left ear.
"ah--"
He was shot in the ear, and the whole ear was smashed. Blood instantly spattered and scattered all over the ground.
The killer screamed hoarsely in pain, "Ah...ah!"
Ye Fan warned coldly: "Keep your mouth clean! I can't guarantee whether the next shot will go wrong!"
As a professional killer, being so humiliated, the killer felt that he had lost all face. He cursed angrily: "You bastard! If you have the guts, you can kill me with one shot! I'm not afraid of death!"
Ye Fan blew the smoke remaining on the muzzle of the gun, and then said coldly: "Isn't it easy to kill you? But I want to find out who sent you to assassinate me!"
The killer sneered and retorted disdainfully: "You brat, you want me to betray my employer? As a professional and ethical killer, I have principles! A killer cannot betray my employer! This is the first principle! You can't even think of taking advantage of me.
Ask for any information from me!"
As a result, just as the killer finished speaking, Ye Fan fired again, and with a "bang" sound, the shot directly hit his right ear.
Suddenly, the killer's right ear was bleeding with blood, and he screamed repeatedly.
"Ah! Ah!"
"Ah...ah!"
The killer was seen screaming hoarsely, but his body was frozen in place, unable to move.
The more this happened, the more uncomfortable the pain on his body became.
At this time, Ye Fan used the miniature pistol to directly hold it between the killer's eyebrows.
At this time, there was a hint of evil in the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and he said rather playfully: "Do you think my shot will go wrong?" This chapter has been completed!