Seeing this scene, Zhuo Yiqiang was instantly furious. With a wave of his hand, two of his cronies rushed forward to stop Su Weiwei. He directly spared Su Weiwei and dodged towards Wang Fan.
The people Zhuo Yiqiang brought here were not Ao Jiang's subordinates, but his trusted followers whom he had trained himself.
Originally, according to the plan, the woman would poison Wang Fan first. If it succeeded, it would be the best, but if it failed, they would act in secret and wait for an opportunity to assassinate him.
Ke Zhuo was arrogant and arrogant, and Bai Xiaoren repeatedly suppressed him from taking action against Wang Fan. He felt aggrieved, so he did not follow the plan at all, but directly brought his cronies to kill him.
He had two purposes for doing this. The first was to kill Wang Fan in an honest way, and the second was to take Su Weiwei away in an honest way.
He wanted to tell Su Weiwei that Su Weiwei's follower Wang Fan was nothing but a waste and was not his enemy with one shot.
For a sharpshooter like Zhuo Yiqiang, no matter how powerful he is, he is useless in front of bullets.
If bullets cannot kill the enemy, it can only be said that the gunman's marksmanship is not good. No one has ever been able to dodge the bullets he fired.
With two loud bangs, Su Weiwei was already fighting with Zhuo Yiqiang's cronies.
She slapped one of them hard on the chest with one hand, sending him flying. Her right leg flashed through an arc and kicked him on the waist.
Under the huge force, the two of them were thrown away in pain. However, at the same time as they were being thrown away, Su Weiwei also received a punch from the other party. She fell back and turned pale.
"Zhuo Yiqiang, I, Su Weiwei, swear that if you dare to hurt Wang Shao even a hair, you will fall into hell, I, Su Weiwei, will kill you!"
Su Weiwei was about to hold back the impact of the force and shoot Zhuo, but at this moment, two more people pounced on her and blocked her.
In desperation, Su Weiwei could only shoot Zhuo and threaten him fiercely.
She worked with Zhuo Yiqiang once and knew how terrifying Zhuo Yiqiang was.
His marksmanship is like a god, his bullets are flawless, and there is absolutely no falsehood.
Even though Su Weiwei was very confident about Wang Fan's strength, she still felt uncertain when Wang Fan faced Zhuo Yiqiang with a gun with bare hands.
Zhuo Yiqiang didn't pay any attention to Su Weiwei's voice, but his face became more ferocious. He was close to Wang Fan in an instant, and with a shake of his right hand, he held the golden gun in his hand.
"Wang Fan, your death has come! Let me tell you, I, Zhuo Yi, only need one shot to kill you!"
Zhuo Yiqiang said, and he pulled the trigger crazily, but instead of firing one shot, he fired four shots.
His shooting speed is extremely fast, almost to the extreme.
Generally speaking, when a gunman is in a close situation, he will usually distance himself before shooting.
Even if they are approached by others, they will find ways to distance themselves from the enemy. Because once the distance is close, they will be oppressed and feel instinctive danger.
Once the enemy is a master at close range, their fate will become disastrous.
Ke Zhuo's shot is just the opposite. For him, the closer the distance, the greater his advantage, and the greater his certainty of shooting the enemy.
As for the other party posing a threat to yourself, that is simply impossible.
In addition to Zhuo Yiqiang himself being very powerful, it was impossible for anyone to dodge his bullets and get in front of him.
This is self-confidence, this is his confidence in his own strength and his own marksmanship.
Four bullets blasted out of the barrel, shooting wildly at Wang Fan, A Biao, Meng Qingyang, and Heiye.
Like lightning, it is reaching its extreme.
At this moment, not to mention the weak Meng Qingyang, even A Biao felt a strong breath of death.
He felt at this moment, as if Zhuo Yiqiang had merged with the golden gun in his hand, and the man and the gun were one.
He is the gun, and the gun is him.
Fast, almost to the extreme.
A Biao didn't even have the thought to dodge, he felt desperate.
Meng Qingyang's face was even more pale, with cold sweat on his forehead. He was thinking, am I going to die?
There was also a hint of surprise and even solemnity in Heiye's eyes. Zhuo Yiqiang's marksmanship was really beyond his expectation.
While the three people had different expressions, Wang Fan's expression remained unchanged. His right hand suddenly shook on the dining table, and the cutlery, forks and other items were knocked out.
At the same time, Wang Fan raised his right foot and quickly pointed at A Biao and Meng Qingyang, causing the two of them to deviate.
Then, he took out the gun he carried with him, pointed forward and pulled the trigger calmly.
There were four ding, ding, ding, ding sounds, and the cutlery and forks hit the four bullets accurately. They were blown apart and at the same time, they buffered the momentum of the bullets.
With the help of this buffer time, Meng Qingyang and A Biao were also kicked aside, and the bullets flew past their bodies, blasting through the doors and windows, and flew towards the door.
flutter!
Immediately afterwards, there was another gunshot, and two bullets collided two centimeters in front of Wang Fan, sending sparks all over the sky before falling to the ground.
Although this scene is a bit slow to describe, it actually only happened in a few short breaths.
At the same time, Hei Ye also dodged the bullet fired at her and looked at Zhuo Yiqiang with a gloomy expression.
The whole place was dead silent.
No one thought that Wang Fan was so powerful. Not only did he save A Biao and Meng Qingyang from Zhuo Yi's bullet, but he also used the most direct method to stop the bullet that was shot at him.
According to Wang Fan's performance, no one would doubt that Wang Fan could easily dodge the bullets of Zhuo Yigun, but Wang Fan did not dodge, but shot down the opponent's bullets with bullets. This was obviously a provocation in the provocation and a slap in the face.
Slap in the face.
Zhuo Yiqiang's face was also very ugly. This was the first time someone had dodged his bullet and shot down his bullet.
The most important thing is that he just said that it only took one shot to kill Wang Fan, and then Wang Fan not only saved people from his bullets, but also swept away his bullets. Isn't this a slap in the face?
His one-shot myth actually ended here, one after another, with King Fan of the Dark Night. This is really hard to accept.
Because the black night also dodged his bullet, even if the bullet was intercepted by the tableware thrown by Wang Fan for a few tenths of a second.
It can be said that none of his four shots killed anyone. For him, there is nothing more embarrassing than this.
Su Weiwei looked at this scene and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She knew Zhuo Yiqiang's marksmanship very well, and she was really worried that Wang Fan would be injured or even killed just now.
Now it seems that she was overly worried. If Wang Fan was killed so easily, he might not be alive until now.
Thinking of her previous fear and Zhuo Yiqian's four shots, Su Weiwei became even more crazy. It didn't take long to kill the two enemies who intercepted her, and stood back to Wang Fan with blood all over her body.
Wang Fan blew on the gun in his hand and looked at Zhuo Yiqiang sarcastically, "Sharpshooter? Zhuo Yiqiang? It only takes one shot to kill me?"
"Bullshit!" Wang Fan was rude and slapped him in the face. He pointed at Zhuo Yi and shot him in the nose. "With your shooting skills, you still have the nerve to call yourself a sharpshooter? You are simply insulting the word sharpshooter!"
Wang Fan viciously humiliated him: "Sitting in a well and looking at the sky, Yelang is arrogant. I'm talking about a loser like you who has no ability and is pretending."
"With your abilities, you still want to be a sharpshooter? Don't laugh at me. You must at least go back to your mother's womb and practice for another ten or eight years, otherwise you won't even think about being a sharpshooter." Zhuo Yiqiang clenched his fists with a look on his face.
Turning red from holding back, he never thought that his first shot would actually miss in front of Wang Fan and be humiliated.