Almost as Luo Yunyun wrote down the address, the door of the room was knocked open like a whirlwind of Fan Bapeng.
He reached out and pulled it, holding the note in his hand.
No. 16, Baiyun Villa?
"National Master, are you going to date Ye Fan?"
"Is this the place where you date Ye Fan?"
Fan Bapeng held the note and looked at Luo Yunyun.
Although he tried his best to suppress his anger, his tone was still unspeakable and aggressive.
"I warned you not to interfere with Ye Fan's case. You just ignore my words?"
Luo Yunyun's eyes were filled with chills: "I have my own plans, just do your own things."
"Does it take a beauty trick to deal with Ye Fan?"
Fan Bapeng answered the question irrelevantly: "I can't control my anger when I think of you being blasphemed by Ye Fan."
"If you don't give me an answer today, I will not only blow up No. 16 of Baiyun Villa, but I will also hold Biao Lei and Ye Fan and die together."
He looked very firm: "I will never stand you being flirted with him, even if you just want to play around with the scene."
His hatred for Ye Fan increased by three points.
Women have the sixth sense, and Fan Bapeng has it, and they always feel that Ye Fan will snatch Luo Yunyun away.
Although he would never marry Luo Yunyun in his life, he still didn't want to see a woman defiled by Ye Fan.
"Shut up--"
Luo Yunyun wanted to slap Fan Bapeng again, warning his attitude and words that exceeded the relationship between the two parties.
But seeing Fan Bapeng's stubborn look, she slowly suppressed her emotions and withdrew her palms.
She knew that Fan Bapeng would really fight to the death for herself and Ye Fanyu.
"This is not a date address, this is a killer hiding place."
"Vandans hired a killer to deal with Ye Fan, but Ye Fan turned around and locked it up."
"Ye Fan wants us to kill this person to show sincerity."
"Because your performance yesterday has already made him lose interest in negotiating."
"If we don't kill this man, he won't talk to us."
Luo Yunyun turned around and walked to the bar and poured herself a glass of red wine.
She sipped the wine gracefully while thinking about the risks of this battle.
"Killer?"
Fan Bapeng refused to comment: "What is the origin of this killer? What is its name?"
There was disbelief in his eyes.
"have no idea!"
Luo Yunyun frowned slightly: "Ye Fan gave this address and asked me to take someone to kill him directly."
"And the other party is a killer. How could someone lock in the origin before it is caught?"
She knew that Ye Fan would not fool her. There must be a killer in Baiyun Villa, but she didn't know how powerful this killer was.
Those who dare to sneak into Longdu and attack Ye Fan are definitely not ordinary people.
So Luo Yunyun weighed the risks of this task.
"Okay, I believe in the national teacher. This is the killer's address, not Ye Fan's date address."
Fan Bapeng laughed loudly, with a hint of coldness on his face:
"But fighting and killing are not suitable for national teachers, your focus should be on the exhibition of a country."
"Leave this task to me."
"I must lead people to eradicate the entire No. 16 of Baiyun Villa."
A red light shone in his eyes again, as if a beast was about to tear its prey to pieces.
If there was no killer inside, but Ye Fan was dating, how happy he would have been to waste such blood.
"This mission is important. Only win, not defeat, otherwise Ye Fan will not talk to us again."
Luo Yunyun shook her head gently: "You are too radical and reckless in doing things, so I'd better take it yourself and be more sane."
"And as a prince, you cannot take risks yourself."
"If something happens to you, how can I explain to your mother?"
"You stay in the Mansion of the Fan Kingdom, and I will lead the team to solve the problem tonight."
She made a decision, which was also for Fan Bapeng to avoid danger and dying in Longdu.
"I insist on participating in this battle!"
Fan Bapeng did not feel any gratitude, but instead showed firmness on his face, and he spoke word by word:
"The national master is a celebrity of his father, his mother's age-lost friend, and the goddess of countless Brahmins."
"What's your surprise? It's the pain of the entire royal family and the shame of the entire Fantasy."
"And I am just one of the many princes in the royal family of the Brahma Kingdom. Whether or not death has no effect on the Brahma Kingdom."
"Compared with the value of the national teacher, Fan Bapeng is insignificant."
"And the national teacher said that I was provoking Ye Fan to destroy the negotiations, so I would have to lead the way in that battle."
"Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the cultivation of your father, mother and the national teacher?"
"The national teacher is waiting for my good news!"
After saying that, he turned around with a clean and decisive manner.
Luo Yunyun's pretty face changed, and she raised her left hand to take him off, but finally stopped moving and sighed.
Resentful, helpless.
"Woo--"
At 11 o'clock in the evening, outside Longdu, Baiyun Villa.
This is a villa area with a total of 72 villas, occupying most of Baiyun Mountain.
The businessman once called for it to be the most luxurious community in Longdu.
However, the capital chain was broken later and Baiyun Mountain drew a red line that was prohibited from opening, and it turned into an unfinished building.
The seventy-two villas have been abandoned for more than ten years. Except for the crew filming ghost movies and living with homeless people, almost no one will appear.
But tonight, twelve black bulletproof cars quietly drove.
After obtaining the authority granted by Shenzhou, Fan Bapeng surrounded No. 16, Baiyun Villa with forty-eight elite soldiers.
Everyone has guns, arrows, daggers, and helmets and bulletproof vests, and their eyes are equipped with night vision devices.
Everyone was armed to the teeth.
Fan Bapeng also wrapped himself tightly, carrying two guns to scan the villa structure of the electronic map.
Although he has a bad temper and likes to be jealous, he is still a person who has studied at West Point and Scotland Yard.
After calming down, Fan Bapeng still has the ability to control the entire audience.
"Jia Lan, your first group went around to the back and blocked the target's retreat."
"Yasha, your second group is responsible for the control of the commanding heights on the left."
"Shura, you lead people to circle around from the right and surrounded by the floor-to-ceiling window."
"The rest, follow me to press over from the front."
"God blocks kill gods and ghosts!"
Fan Bapeng gave the order: "I ran into Ye Fan and shot him to death!"
He still felt that this was a place where Ye Fan had a bad intention to date the national teacher.
He wanted to use the trick to kill Ye Fan and let Shenzhou say nothing.
Thinking of this, his blood was boiling all over, and he charged with a short gun:
“go!go!go!go!go!”
Forty-eight fully armed elites in the Kingdom of Sanskrit acted immediately.
One by one, they rushed into the night like wolves and tigers, bent over and rushed towards Baiyun Villa like a sharp arrow.
"No one!"
"No one!"
"No one!"
Forty-eight elite soldiers of the Fan Kingdom holding guns, led by Fan Bapeng, rushed into Baiyun Villa in four teams.
They advanced to the main building in a carpet style, and did not forget to check the trees and rockery to see if there were any enemies hiding.
After they trained and searched for no enemy situation, they rushed towards the first floor hall with their weapons.
Extremely fast.
"Run into the hall, the target must be hiding inside."
After Fan Bapeng left a few people to guard the entrance and exit, he took the lead and shot the lock on the first floor gate.
The elite of the Buddhist Kingdom rushed in with shields in hand.
Countless muzzles were also constantly turning, alert to attacks from any corner.
There was no light in the hall, nor open fire, but Fan Bapeng and others were not affected.
Night vision devices give them enough vision.
After a while, they found that there was no target in the hall, but there was a cold light in the dining room.
Dozens of people rushed over immediately.
Someone exclaimed soon:
"There are people here!"
A middle-aged man appeared in their vision.
The middle-aged man was wearing black clothes and sat on a ragged sand, holding an unlit cigar.
Behind him, there were a lot of blood-stained gauze and medicines.
Medical gauze is also wrapped around the waist and inside of the left arm.
The gauze is covered in blood, shocking.
There is no doubt that this guy was seriously injured, otherwise there wouldn't be so much blood on the ground.
The cold light from the emergency light above his head poured on him, giving people endless sadness and sadness.
Seeing so many people appearing and surrounding him, the middle-aged man was not afraid or spoke.
He just stared at a photo in his hand.
The photos are warm and happy family photos.
Next to the family photo, there are eighteen names written, seventeen of which have been stroked with red pen.
But there is still a 'Cronkins' left.
Looking at this name, the middle-aged man had anger, regret and sting in his eyes.
This also made him wake up. It was the Eight-faced Buddha.