When Matsuno Qianshan pulled the trigger, Ye Fan rolled backwards.
The bullet smashed into the single sofa in the back.
"Ploppap!"
Matsuno Qianshan was not depressed. He held the gun and continued shooting. Bullets poured down on Ye Fan like rain.
Ye Fan has been hit by his poisonous needle and will soon be under general anesthesia, and then lose his strength and fall into a coma.
So Matsuno Qianshan was confident enough to kill Ye Fan.
The reason why he no longer waited for Ye Fan to become unconscious from the poison before taking action was that he wanted to feel the pleasure of Ye Fan dying with his eyes open.
"Whoosh whoosh-"
Ye Fan didn't fight back, he just kept rolling, avoiding all the incoming bullets, and then submerged himself into a single sofa.
He gasped for breath, then took off his helmet.
This thing could only cover half of his face, but it couldn't stop his voice from being seen through. Ye Fan was a little annoyed and yelled too loudly when he was trying to save people.
"Ploppap!"
Matsuno Qianshan didn't stop at all. He took a few steps forward with the gun in his hand and kept firing bullets.
The sofa was soon torn to pieces, and Ye Fan's body kept shaking, and he had to dodge repeatedly to avoid the bullets.
Then, he heard Matsuno Qianshan approaching.
"Whoosh——"
After calculating the opponent's footsteps, Ye Fan flicked his helmet with his right hand and rushed towards Matsuno Qianshan.
But as soon as Ye Fan showed up, he knew that he had been fooled.
Matsuno Qianshan did not rush forward hastily. The opponent took a dozen steps forward and then retreated.
The two always maintain a certain distance.
"boom--"
Matsuno Qianshan knocked off the thrown helmet with one shot, then pressed the gun and shot Ye Fan.
Ye Fan had no time to rush in front of him and take action, so he could only turn to the side again and let the bullet miss.
Then he didn't dare to stop for a moment, and rolled his body repeatedly to avoid the bullets pouring towards him.
"ah--"
Just when Ye Fan was about to hide on the sofa again, a bullet grazed his shoulder.
Ye Fan screamed, covered his shoulders and rolled into hiding.
He looked hurt.
Matsuno Qianshan showed a smile as if he had hit his prey, filled the bullet and pressed towards Ye Fan, while still pulling the trigger.
The sofa was quickly smashed.
Ye Fan rolled again, and after avoiding a few bullets, his body shook slightly, and then fell to the side again.
The smell of blood began to fill the air.
From behind the single sofa, Ye Fan groaned uncontrollably, as if he was in great pain.
"Ye Fan, you are dying and you are injured. Surrender quickly and admit defeat."
Matsuno Qianshan changed the bullet and leaned forward with a grim smile: "For the sake of you being a doctor, I will give you a treat."
Ye Fan struggled to squeeze out a sentence:
"Although this is the territory of the Yang Kingdom, I came here to put out the fire. How will you explain to Shenzhou if you kill me?"
He tried hard to remind Matsuno Qianshan and warned him of the serious consequences. However, these words fell into Matsuye Qianshan's ears, which was exactly the sign of Ye Fan's desperate efforts.
This Ye Fan is really not good anymore.
"How to write the script depends on who survives."
Matsuno Qianshan sneered: "I survived, that is, you were accidentally swallowed up by the fire and burned to the ground..."
"If you survived, it's because you, Ye Fan, bravely put out fires and saved people."
"But looking at how desperate you are now, this script is 100% written by me."
Although he regretted that he could not accuse Ye Fan of trespassing and use the opportunity to influence China's affairs by exerting great official influence, it was a great satisfaction to be able to kill Ye Fan.
He also shot two bullets in front, trying to blow up the sofa and kill Ye Fan, but Ye Fan was nowhere to be seen.
"Ye Fan, stop hiding, come out quickly."
"If you hide any longer, you will probably fall into a coma. That would be a bit boring."
"Give me a chance to make a name for myself."
Matsuno Qianshan laughed wildly, as if he had become a hero of the Yang Kingdom, but his nerves were tense and the muzzle of his gun remained in firing state.
"I'll fight you!"
Ye Fan roared, suddenly jumped out of the darkness, and rushed towards Matsuno Qianshan.
Matsuno Qianshan didn't panic at all. He stepped back and distanced himself while firing the gun and hitting the bullet.
Ye Fan swayed like a willow leaf and quickly avoided five bullets, but the last one was half a beat too late.
The bullet hit his chest with a thud.
"ah--"
Ye Fan screamed and fell backwards, falling straight into the back of another sofa, motionless.
"This is what it feels like!"
Seeing Ye Fan fall to the ground after being shot, Matsuno Qianshan breathed out a breath of hot air and approached Ye Fan with a gun in hand.
Although the shot just now clearly hit Ye Fan's chest, he still wanted to confirm it carefully before shooting Ye Fan in the head again to give himself peace of mind.
"Ye Fan, it's time to end!"
Matsuno Qianshan quickly came to the sofa and locked eyes with Ye Fan, who was motionless.
As soon as he turned the gloomy gun, he aimed at Ye Fan's head and shot him.
"Whoosh——"
At this moment, there was a sharp sound above the warehouse, and a black shadow was seen falling straight down.
She fell onto the beam like a civet cat and turned around before Matsuno Qianshan could lock onto her.
The whole person disappeared in an instant, as if blending into the darkness, like mercury passing away, and no trace could be found.
When Matsuno Qianshan saw the clues again, the black shadow had already reached above him, clinging to the beam.
Fast and urgent, silent, but with a killing intent.
In less than three breaths, she entered Matsuno Qianshan's field of vision.
"Puff puff——"
Matsuno Qianshan's face changed drastically, he raised his gun and fired repeatedly at the black shadow.
The bullets flew out in a whoosh, passing by the black shadow with sparks, but they never hit the opponent, nor did they make the opponent stop.
The black shadow arrives in an instant.
Danger!
"idiot--"
When Matsuno Qianshan roared and took out a homemade grenade, the black shadow had quietly arrived behind him.
One wrong hand.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound, all movement suddenly condensed, and all air flow sank.
The entire dark warehouse seemed to have come to a standstill at this moment.
Matsuno Qianshan's head turned 180 degrees.
That arrogant and proud face was full of horror and fear at this moment.
His last consciousness was that there was a pair of extremely deep eyes in front of him.
"boom--"
There was another loud noise, and Matsuno Qianshan fell straight to the ground, his eyes widened, and he refused to close his eyes.
In his hand, he still held tightly the glorious thunder that died with Ye Fan as a last resort.
The warehouse was silent for a while, except for the wind blowing through the gap in the door.
The uninvited guest glanced at the whole place, flicked his hands, and a few wisps of white phosphorus shot into the sofa and burned.
Fire shot into the sky.
The black shadow then stretched out, scurrying across the roof like a civet cat, and then quietly blended into the night.
If Matsuno Chiyama had not died and dozens of single sofas were burning, no one would have thought that the shadow had come.
"Depend on!"
"leave me alone?"
"Has it been seen through?"
When the flames soared again, Ye Fan, who had been shot, jumped up from the ground.
He threw away a hard object on his chest that blocked the bullet, and then fled from the burning warehouse in a panic...
