"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Zhuo Yiqiang roared crazily, raised the golden gun, and pulled the trigger mercilessly at Wang Fan.
He must kill Wang Fan, must kill Wang Fan!
Unless Wang Fan dies, there will be demonic obstacles in his heart, and his marksmanship may not be able to improve further.
At this moment, in his madness, he couldn't even care about Su Weiwei's safety. He only had one thought, and that was to kill Wang Fan, whoever stopped him!
Plop, plop!
Bullets shot out all over the sky, shooting madly at Wang Fan and his group in an instant, piercing the membrane and making a powerful sound.
The entire private room was filled with the smell of gunpowder, making people tremble and go crazy.
Su Weiwei, Meng Qingyang and others experienced this scene, and their expressions changed. The only ones who remained calm were probably Wang Fan and Heiye.
"You don't believe it? Well, I'll crush your confidence and make you believe it!" Wang Fan sneered, took a big step forward, raised his gun and fired without hesitation.
Plop, plop.
Another piercing sound sounded, followed by a clanging sound, and all the bullets fired by Zhuo Yi's gun were swept away, leaving shell casings all over the ground.
Moreover, while shooting, Wang Fan was still moving forward, slowly approaching Zhuo Yiqiang.
This means that regardless of the accuracy of shooting, Wang Fan's shooting speed is much faster than Zhuo Yiqiang.
Otherwise, the bullets that collided in mid-air would only get closer and closer to Wang Fan, and it would be impossible for Wang Fan to approach calmly.
This unprecedented marksmanship showdown made everyone's eyes widen with disbelief on their faces.
No one thought that Wang Fan's marksmanship was so terrifying. This was a single shot that crushed Zhuo to death.
Heiye was also shocked in her heart. She once thought that Wang Fan's medical skills and martial arts were unparalleled. But now it seems that Wang Fan's marksmanship is even more like a god.
This shooting technique simply outshone her for hundreds of streets at night.
Heiye felt that the only advantage he had over Wang Fan was his skill.
Although her godfather had always talked about how powerful Wang Fan was, she still disagreed in her heart.
In addition, Wang Fan has never shown any skills in these few times, and she even thinks that Wang Fan's strength is average, at most an ordinary innate early stage level, which is far behind her.
flutter!
There was another gunshot, and Wang Fan hit Zhuo's wrist with one shot before he could fire the next bullet.
With a snap, the golden gun fell to the ground, and Zhuo Yiqiang covered his bloody wrist and stepped back.
He looked at Wang Fan, his face turned gray.
The marksmanship and self-confidence that he was proud of were shattered to pieces by Wang Fan in an almost cruel way.
He felt like he was at the end of his rope.
Wang Fan swept away Zhuo Yi's gunman and was hit by the golden gun. He walked slowly in front of him and pointed the gun arrogantly at the latter's head, condescendingly.
"Zhuo Yiqiang, do you still have confidence now? Do you still dare to say that you only need one shot to kill me?"
At this time, Wang Fan was like a high-ranking emperor, looking down on everything and dominating the world.
"I, I failed." Zhuo Yiqiang spat out a few words with difficulty, and then fell to the ground helplessly, as decadent as an ant.
He no longer had any confidence in him, and he no longer had any of his previous high spirits.
Looking at Zhuo Yiqiang at this time, everyone knew that he was finished.
Even if Wang Fan spares his life, his marksmanship will never be able to return to its peak, let alone go one step further.
Sometimes, defeating someone is as simple as that.
In fact, Wang Fan could have directly punched Can Zhuo with his fist and subdued him, but he did not do that.
He thought that since Zhuo Yiqiang felt that his marksmanship was good, why not defeat him with marksmanship? That would be more meaningful.
Therefore, Wang Fan chose this method of making guns from guns.
"withdraw!"
"Run!"
The army was defeated like a mountain, and Zhuo fell down even with a single shot. Naturally, the confidants he brought with him lost the confidence to continue fighting.
After they came to their senses, they rushed outside the box in a panic, wishing they had two more legs.
Wang Fan's marksmanship had completely shocked them, and they no longer had the courage to stay.
Abiaosu Weiwei looked at this scene and was about to give chase, but Wang Fan reached out to stop her, "There's no need to chase her. There's no point in catching up with a bunch of little minions."
Wang Fan pointed at Zhuo Yiqiang and the poisoned woman again, "What's more, the big fish are here. They are enough."
Abiaosu Weiwei nodded and returned to Wang Fan.
Wang Fan looked at Meng Qingyang and said, "Mr. Meng, I'm so sorry for frightening you."
"What did Mr. Wang say? This is what I should do. I just hate myself for being incompetent and lacking in strength, so I can't help Mr. Wang."
How could Meng Qingyang dare to bear Wang Fan's courtesy? He quickly said with sincerity.
"Young Master Meng, you're welcome. We're all our own. What's more, there are some young generals who don't need Young Master Meng to take action."
Wang Fan waved his hand, "However, Mr. Meng needs to take care of the rest of the coffee shop matters."
"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I will handle all the matters here. I will not disappoint Mr. Wang." Meng Qingyang hurriedly patted his chest.
"Thank you very much, Master Meng. Let's go." Wang Fan said and left the box directly.
Su Weiwei followed closely behind.
A Biao shot Zhuo unconscious, then picked him up one by one and followed behind.
Although there was a shootout in the coffee shop, it did not have much impact on the outside. First, the sound insulation effect of the private room was relatively good, and second, the guns were equipped with silencers.
After all, this is the capital city. No matter whether it's Zhuo Yiqiang or Meng Duzhong, an unknown person crossing the river, no matter how arrogant he is, he still has to pay attention to the impact.
On two tables put together in the hall, ten men and women were sitting. Although these ten people were dressed like dogs, they looked very rough and wild, and they had an aura that made strangers not allowed to enter.
The cold atmosphere made it so that not many guests dared to approach them. There was not a single table of guests within three meters around them, and all seats were empty.
"Brother Snake, do you think Miss Du and Zhuo Yiqiang can succeed? How come it has been so long and there is no news?" One of them took a sip of coffee and couldn't help but ask the man with a Chinese character in the middle.
The man with the Chinese character for his face is nicknamed Ah She. He is a fierce general under Bo Jiang and is the leader of this operation.
Ah She frowned, "It's hard to tell. They haven't come out yet, and I don't dare to contact Poison Girl rashly, for fear of alerting the enemy."
"Let's not move here for now and wait and see what happens. If they succeed, that would be the best. If they fail, we will withdraw."
"Withdraw? Why should we withdraw?" The man couldn't help but ask again.
"Because if Zhuo Yiqiang and those guys can't defeat each other, we combined will not be able to defeat each other."
Ah She said, "If we were in the Silver Triangle, or if we had heavy firepower, we might still be able to fight. But we only have a few needle pistols, so how can we fight?"
As soon as Ah She said this, she suddenly looked not far away as if she had seen a ghost.
I saw Wang Fan and a group of people walking down in a big way.
In the hands of A Biao, who is like an iron tower, there are still two half-dead people covered in blood. If you take a closer look, who are they if they are not Zhuo Yiqiang and Poison Girl?
A cold sweat broke out from Ah She's back. He never thought that Zhuo Yiqiang and others really failed.
However, Zhuo was caught with every shot. Why didn't he see any of the people he brought? Could it be that they were all killed? Thinking of this, A She's back broke out in cold sweat again.