In the cold wind at dusk, the police car moved forward quickly.
Half an hour later, the car came to an old villa in the suburbs.
The villa has long been abandoned, overgrown with weeds, and the open door is like the bloody mouth of a wild beast.
"get off!"
The Chinese-shaped face asked the confidant to stop the car, then opened the car door and signaled Ye Fan to go down.
Ye Fan did not move and smiled faintly: "It seems that this is not a police station?"
"This is our stronghold, specifically used to investigate dangerous elements."
The face of the Chinese character sanks a bit: "It's someone like you."
Ye Fan leaned on the seat and stopped moving: "I don't want to get off the car."
"Don't make trouble, otherwise you will suffer."
The Chinese-character face drank: "Cooperate with us well and figure out the matter early, you and I, hello everyone."
"But I'm worried that if I go down now, you will shoot behind the back."
Ye Fan spoke very directly: "Then heal me for fleeing for fear of crime."
"Will I die unjustly?"
He glanced at the four people in the car: "So it's better to go to the regular police station."
As soon as these words were said, their faces changed drastically, and their eyes became sharp in an instant.
"Don't talk nonsense."
He shouted with a slander on the face of the Chinese character: "You are slandering us and you are also causing trouble for yourself."
"get off!"
His hand was pressed onto the gun bag.
"Actually, when you stopped my car, I knew you fake agents."
Ye Fan chuckled: "You disguised it very much, and the process was in place, but you shouldn't have tattoos on you."
"I have never seen anyone who has a wolf totem that can be a police officer."
"So it's not easy for you to want my life."
He pointed to the chest with a Chinese-shaped face, and in the buttons of his uniform, a blue wild wolf appeared and was lifelike.
Their eyes burst out with their national faces.
The next second, the two of them pressed Ye Fan's shoulder directly, while one of them drew his gun and pointed it at Ye Fan.
Fast and ruthless.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan did not succeed for them. He shook his shoulders and directly shocked the two guys who held him down.
Then, he reached out and pointed at his gun.
"Click!"
With a crisp sound, the wrist of the gunman was broken by Ye Fan.
A scream: "Ah—"
Ye Fan did not stop and caught the gun, and shot two left and right.
Bang bang!
After the gunshots rang, the two men didn't even scream, and their heads were shaking and blood was shot out.
Then, Ye Fan turned the gun and shot the guy with his broken hand again.
"Bang--"
The bullet passed through his throat and shattered the windshield.
The scream stopped abruptly, and the opponent fell down softly.
Seeing three companions die suddenly, the man with a national face was shocked and angry, and the raised gun shot Ye Fan.
Ye Fan had already prepared something, one side of his head.
The bullet rubbed his hair and made a hole in the seat.
The face of the Chinese character was shocked. I didn't expect Ye Fan to be so powerful and could not be killed at such a close distance.
His hair was numb, and he kicked open the car door and ran out.
Ye Fan also jumped out of the car and wanted to shoot at the Chinese face, but found that there were no bullets.
Seeing this, Guozi's face was overjoyed and wanted to shoot Ye Fan again.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan did not give him a chance, so he grinned and smashed the empty gun.
The face of the Chinese character screamed, his eyes were hit, and a trace of blood flowed out.
The muzzle also struck Ye Fan three meters away.
"asshole!"
If he missed a blow, he aimed at Ye Fan again with a Chinese face.
Ye Fan did not give him a chance, and he was already close to the national face. He reached out and grabbed the other party's gun barrel with his bare hands.
With a stunned expression on his face, the barrel of the gun in his hand was curled strangely.
Ye Fan actually turned his gun with bare hands?
The face of the Chinese characters loosened and the guns fell heavily to the ground.
He suddenly stepped back and pulled his hands back.
Two daggers appeared in their hands.
The dagger in his hands formed a knife flower and rushed towards Ye Fan.
His sword skills are dazzling, and he is obviously a master of swordplay.
Ye Fan did not retreat, but stepped forward and kicked the national face away with one step.
"Bang"
Blood was gushing from his mouth with a Chinese face, flying seven or eight meters away.
The skill of the Chinese face is not bad. As soon as he lands, a carp beats and runs backwards.
But Ye Fan had already rushed up.
He raised his feet and was bent his legs with Chinese characters.
My face suddenly felt numb and my calves, and I thumped, and I fell straight to the ground.
"Click--"
Ye Fan did not stop and stepped forward a few times, dislocating his face, hands and feet.
The national face is furious: "Bastard!"
He wanted to fight desperately, but he couldn't stand up at all.