When passing through the most rugged ravine, Yang Mufan was about to slow down, but there was a loud "bang".
Creak——
Yang Mufan stepped on the brake, and the car that was speeding suddenly made a screeching sound. Then, the car body jolted violently for a few times before it suddenly stopped.
Yang Mufan raised his eyebrows and was stunned for a moment. When he realized what happened, he immediately punched the steering wheel angrily: "s——h——i——t——!!"
The tire actually blew out at this time.
Angrily, Yang Mufan pushed open the door and got out of the car to check the tires.
His sharp black eyes, as sharp as a falcon, narrowed dangerously when he saw the nails stuck in the tires.
Due to the special nature of his identity, Yang Mufan had already developed the ability to be extremely vigilant at all times.
Almost immediately, he keenly captured the dangerous message: out of the corner of his eye, he sharply swept into the grass halfway up the mountain and poked out the muzzles of black holes one after another——
"Mu Wanqing, get out of the car!!" Yang Mufan jumped up from the ground as fast as a cheetah, quickly opened the car door, and put the woman sitting in the passenger seat in the fog, completely unaware of what was happening.
Pull it out——
Da da da da da da——
Crackling——
boom--
The originally quiet mountains, with only the sound of pattering rain, suddenly heard continuous, earth-shaking gunshots; in the air, the strong and pungent smell of gunpowder spread rapidly.
Mu Wanqing was pressed by Yang Mufan in the rain-filled grass, gasping for air. She stared blankly: the black car she had been riding in had been blown up, burning with raging anger...
Da da da da da da——
Da da da--
Bang bang, bang bang——
Bang——
Halfway up the mountain, a killer in a grass-green invisible uniform suddenly appeared, holding a sniper rifle, and launched a series of intense and brutal attacks...
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The night in the forest is dark and deep, with an aura of strangeness and death everywhere.
Mu Wanqing was like a frightened rabbit, listening to the sounds outside the cabin with her ears raised.
Yang Mufan was sitting opposite her, calm and composed, using a military steel knife to slowly and elegantly sharpen a branch the size of a thumb.
He has always paid great attention to the quality of life. He loves to be clean and tidy, and his clothes are meticulous. But now, his hair is disheveled, his white lining is wrinkled and dirty, and his pants have several big holes.
Despite this, it is not embarrassing at all.
On the contrary, there is a different kind of evil charm.
The whole body still exudes an aura as golden and noble as an emperor's, which is very intimidating and attacking.
That kind of powerful aura that no one dares to look directly at is deeply rooted in the blood and bone marrow, and cannot be imitated by anyone.
Yang Mufan glanced at the frightened woman and asked leisurely: "Are you scared?!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing pondered for a while, then nodded and whispered: "Yes."
Hearing this, admire admire fan's sexy thin lips, faintly curved in a sarcastic arc, and he was about to say: "Since you are afraid, you are not worthy of being my admire admire fan's woman."
Unexpectedly, Mu Wanqing didn't allow him to say anything, and added: "But as long as you are here, I feel at ease and at ease. In fact, I am not that scared."
She knew in her heart that even if Yang Mufan hated her, even if he didn't like her, he wouldn't really watch something happen to her.
Just like when he was a child, he always kept a straight face and treated her coldly all day long. However, when something happened to her, he would always be the first to take action.
After not seeing each other for three years, she didn't know whether Yang Mufan's skills had increased dramatically, or whether he was already very powerful but was just hiding it.
Just now, when he was fighting with those group of killers, his moves were fierce and fierce, just like the God of Death demanding death, vividly demonstrating the viciousness and ferocity.
Make people tremble when they see it.
Mu Wanqing wrapped her thin clothes tightly, sniffed, and asked: "Mu Fan, who are those people?! Why did they attack you?!"
Yang Mufan did not answer.
Currently, he doesn't know who that group of people is, but one thing is clear to him: Anyone who dares to hire a killer to assassinate him will die miserably within forty-eight hours.
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