Wait. When Heba counted to two, Wang Fan finally couldn't help but speak.
His voice was a little weak, and he was obviously out of breath. I can surrender, and I can also tell you how many people are still on the mountain, but how can I trust you not to kill me?
If I tell you everything you want to know and you still want to kill me in the end, won't I have nowhere to cry?
Heba couldn't help but grin after hearing Wang Fan's words.
He is not afraid of Wang Fan being stubborn, but he is afraid that Wang Fan will not speak. As long as Wang Fan speaks, his goal will be achieved.
The reason why he didn't kill Wang Fan was that besides wanting to know what he wanted to know, there was another reason.
That is, Wang Fan's strength is beyond his expectation, and he wants to take Wang Fan as a hostage, and then threaten the dreamer to come out.
According to Heba's idea, it was impossible for Wang Fan to avoid the previous round of shooting and survive, but Wang Fan survived.
This means that Wang Fan's strength is pretty good even among the innate experts in Yuanmeng Pavilion.
He can take Wang Fan and use it as a bargaining chip to lure the dreamer to show up.
Of course, this is because Heba doesn't understand the dreamer. If he knew that the dreamer didn't even care about the lives of his subordinates who were even halfway to the innate peak, he probably wouldn't think so.
What do you think? How can you trust us? Although I, Heba, have killed countless people, I am still loyal. If I say one, I will never say two.
Heba raised her head, glanced in the direction of Wang Fan, and asked.
I don't want to do anything. I only have one request: ask your people to move their guns away, and then I can go out. How about that?
Wang Fan said this and coughed twice, his voice even weaker. After all, I am about to surrender. Isn't it inappropriate for you to point your gun at me again?
If I go out and the gun goes off, wouldn't I die unjustly?
That makes sense. Heba laughed. He did not ask his subordinates to just move the muzzle of the gun, but shouted, put your guns away and be sure not to misfire.
When those people heard Heba's order, they put away their guns without saying a word, without any hesitation.
Are you satisfied now? Can you come out? Heba looked at Wang Fan's direction again and said with a smile.
He was not afraid of Wang Fan playing tricks at all. In his eyes, in this situation, Wang Fan just allowed him to exist as a fishy person.
Of course. Wang Fan slowly revealed his head, but the next second, he suddenly raised his gun and pulled the trigger one after another towards Heba and the people around him.
Plop, plop.
Intense gunshots resounded, and Wang Fan fired ten bullets in one breath. Nine Heba subordinates shot out a cloud of blood mist between their eyebrows, and immediately fell to the ground and died miserably. Only one bullet missed, and one person dodged.
That person is none other than Heba.
When Wang Fan fired, Heba's expression changed. He moved a small step to the left as quickly as possible, tilted his head, and the bullet grazed the right side of his head.
A layer of skin.
If you dare to play tricks on me, you are seeking death! Heba's expression suddenly became ferocious, she put away her gun and strode towards Wang Fan.
His body was filled with murderous intent.
Heba, who had killed countless people in his life and had a great reputation as a murderer, was being played by a Yuanmeng Pavilion ant today. How could he endure this?
These people present were all masters he had carefully trained himself. Now that Wang Fan had nine of their heads blown off, it was simply unbearable.
Before, the reason why he did not let his subordinates enter Wang Fan's attack range was not because he was afraid of Wang Fan, but because of the safety of his subordinates.
The most important thing is that he has the idea of capturing Wang Fan alive, so he shouldn't push too hard.
But he never expected that just like that, he would be tricked by Wang Fan and kill nine of his subordinates in one breath.
It’s unbearable, it’s really unbearable!
He was also a little shocked. How could the people from Yuanmeng Pavilion have such accurate marksmanship?
With this kind of marksmanship, I'm afraid they would have wiped out all the Swordsman Sect companions above, right?
I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out.
Wang Fan didn't expect Heba to be able to dodge his bullet. Looking at Heba who came to kill him in anger, and feeling the aura on his body, Wang Fan's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
The middle stage of innateness!
It turned out to be the middle stage of innateness!!!
He instantly stopped thinking about shooting Heba's subordinates and shot all five bullets in the gun at Heba.
Five bullets roared towards him, three bullets were dodged by Heba, and two bullets hit his body.
Even though Heba was in the middle stage of innate life and had innate energy to protect his body, the gun in Wang Fan's hand was not a shotgun after all, but a weapon from the core elite of Daowu Sect.
Both guns and bullets are unique.
The bullet hit him, instantly shattering the innate Qi on his body and setting off a cloud of blood mist.
Although Heba was not seriously injured, Heba was still injured after all.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh.
As his strength plummeted, his movements could no longer keep up with his consciousness. If he had been at his peak, if all five of his bullets had hit Heba, at least four of them would have hit Heba.
Moreover, even if Heba did not die, he would still be seriously injured. He would not be like now, with only minor injuries.
Of course, if he was at his peak, Wang Fan would not need to use a gun at all and could kill Heba with just one knife.
But now, saying this is of no use at all.
You bastard, you dare to play with me, Heba. If I, Heba, don’t crush you to ashes today, I will never be a human being!
Heba felt the burning sting on her forehead, veins popped out, and she became even more crazy.
He roared and rushed towards Wang Fan.
Just like an evil tiger attacking a sheep!
How could Wang Fan face Heba head-on? He dodged and killed Heba's subordinates directly.
When the subordinates saw this, their expressions changed greatly, and they immediately took out the firearms in their hands.
Facing their movements, Wang Fan's steps did not hesitate at all, and he rushed in front of two of them in an instant.
Before the opponent could take aim and pull the trigger, he turned his hands into knives and slashed at their heads.
Plop.
With two sounds, the two men's heads were shattered and they died. Wang Fan quickly snatched the guns from their hands and rushed towards the bunker behind them.
Plop, plop.
Almost as soon as Wang Fan left, a series of bullets were fired, beating the two men into pieces.
Wang Fan's heart was beating wildly, and he was lying behind the bunker without daring to move. He was a little scared, but also a little lucky.
Although the opponent's crazy firepower was fierce and made him very dangerous, it also stopped Heba's pursuit and gave him time to breathe.
Compared to the crazy firepower of Heba's ten subordinates, Wang Fan still felt that Heba was more dangerous.
Taking advantage of the pause in firepower, Wang Fan held two guns and launched his reflexes.
He originally thought that with these two guns, he could shoot the remaining ten people and even inflict serious injuries on Heba.
But Wang Fan didn't expect that there were only seven bullets left in the two guns. Let alone hurt Heba, he couldn't even kill all of Heba's subordinates.
Seven more people fell to the ground and died miserably. Heba became almost crazy with lust, and the other three people also became hairy.
However, they soon discovered that Wang Fan was out of bullets.
They felt happy and continued to raise their guns desperately, preparing to shoot.
But at this moment, Wang Fan had already thrown out the two guns in his hands.
Two people were shot by double guns, their heads exploded, and they died tragically immediately. The other person was shot with several bullets.
Every inch of Wang Fan's muscles contracted to the extreme. Relying on his sense of danger and his sharp body skills, he dodged the bullets and dodged in front of the last person in an instant.
The man's face changed wildly, he grabbed the gun and was about to hit Wang Fan, but Wang Fan grinned, suddenly reached forward with his hands, grabbed his head and rubbed it hard.
Click.
His neck was directly broken and he died completely.
At this point, Heba's twenty-one generals were completely wiped out.
Wang Fan killed the last person, and then looked back at Heba, with strong murderous intent also blooming in his eyes. King versus king!