Almost as soon as Luo Yunyun wrote down the address, the door was knocked open by Fan Bapeng like a whirlwind.
He stretched out his hand and took the note directly into his hand.
No. 16, Baiyun Villa?
"National Master, do you want to date Ye Fan?"
"Is this the place where you went on a date with Mark?"
Fan Bapeng held the note and looked at Luo Yunyun.
Although he tried his best to suppress his anger, his tone was still indescribably aggressive.
"I warned you not to get involved in Ye Fan's matter, and you just ignored my words?"
There was a hint of chill in Luo Yunyun's eyes: "I have my own plan, just do your own thing well."
"Is it necessary to use a beauty trap to deal with Ye Fan?"
Fan Bapeng answered the question incorrectly: "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 this Baiyun Villa No. 16, but I will also die with Ye Fan holding the bomb."
He looked very determined: "I will never tolerate you being flirty with him, even if you just want to have fun."
His hatred for Ye Fan increased by three points.
Women have a sixth sense, and so does Fan Bapeng. I always feel that Ye Fan will take Luo Yunyun away.
Although he would never marry Luo Yunyun in this life, he still didn't want to see a woman defiled by Mark.
"Shut up--"
Luo Yunyun wanted to slap Fan Bapeng again, warning him that his attitude and words went beyond the relationship between the two parties.
Just seeing Fan Bapeng's confused appearance, she slowly suppressed her emotions and retracted her palms.
She knew that Fan Bapeng would really fight for her and Ye Fanyu.
"This is not a date address, this is a killer hideout."
"Van Downs hired a killer to deal with Ye Fan, but he missed it and Ye Fan turned around and locked him."
"Ye Fan wants us to kill this person to show our sincerity."
"Because your performance yesterday has 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 her wine gracefully while thinking about the risks of this battle.
"Killer?"
Fan Bapeng was noncommittal: "What is the origin of this killer? What is his name?"
There was disbelief in his eyes.
"have no idea!"
Luo Yunyun frowned slightly: "Ye Fan just gave you this address and asked me to just bring someone to kill him."
"And the other party is a killer. How can someone identify his origin before he is caught?"
She knew that Mark would not play tricks on her, and there must be a killer in Baiyun Villa, but she didn't know how powerful this killer was.
The person who dared to sneak into Longdu to attack Ye Fan was by no means an ordinary person.
So Luo Yunyun weighed the risks of this task.
"Okay, I believe the National Master, this is the killer's address, not Ye Fan's date address."
Fan Bapeng laughed loudly, with a touch of coldness on his face:
"But fighting and killing things are not suitable for a national teacher. Your focus should be on the development of a country."
"Leave this task to me."
"I will definitely lead people to eradicate the entire Baiyun Villa No. 16."
The red light bloomed in his eyes again, as if a wild beast was about to tear its prey into pieces.
If there was no killer inside, but Ye Fan was on a date, how happy he would be if he went through with blood like this.
"This mission is very important. We can only win, not lose, otherwise Ye Fan will not talk to us again."
Luo Yunyun shook her head gently: "You are too radical and reckless in doing things, it is better for me to take action myself."
"And as a prince, you cannot take risks yourself."
"If something happens to you, how will I explain it to your mother?"
"You stay at the Brahma Mansion and I will lead a team to deal with it tonight."
She made the decision for the sake of Fan Bapeng, so as not to encounter danger and die in Longdu.
"I insist on participating in this battle!"
Fan Bapeng was not grateful at all. Instead, his face showed determination and he spoke word by word:
"The Imperial Master is my father's favorite, my mother's best friend for many years, and the goddess of countless Brahma people."
"What happened to you? It would be a pain for the entire royal family and a shame for the entire Brahma Kingdom."
"And I am just one of many princes in the Vatican royal family. Whether I die or not will have no impact on the Vatican kingdom."
"Compared to the value of the national master, the Eight Peng of Brahma is insignificant."
"Furthermore, the National Adviser said that I provoked Ye Fan to ruin the negotiations. In that battle, I will take the lead to make up for it."
"Otherwise, how can I be worthy of the cultivation of my father, mother and national master?"
"The Imperial Master is waiting for my good news!"
After he finished speaking, he held the note and turned around decisively.
Luo Yunyun's pretty face changed, and she raised her left hand to take him down, but finally stopped and sighed softly.
Resentment and helplessness.
"Woo——"
Eleven o'clock in the evening, Baiyun Villa on the outskirts of Longdu.
This is a villa area with a total of 72 villas, occupying most of Baiyun Mountain.
The developer once claimed to build it into the most luxurious community in Longdu.
But later the capital chain broke and Baiyun Mountain was placed under a red line prohibiting development, turning it into a mess of unfinished buildings.
The seventy-two villas have been abandoned for more than ten years. Except for the crew filming ghost movies and homeless people living there, almost no one will show up.
But tonight, twelve black bulletproof cars quietly drove up.
After obtaining the authority granted by China, Fan Bapeng led 48 elites from the Fan Kingdom to surround No. 16 Baiyun Villa.
Everyone has guns, arrows, and daggers in their hands, and they also wear helmets and body armor, and their eyes are equipped with night vision goggles.
Everyone is armed to the teeth.
Fan Bapeng also wrapped himself tightly, holding two guns and scanning the villa structure on the electronic map.
Although he has a bad temper and likes to be jealous, he is still a man who has studied at West Point and Scotland Yard.
After calming down, Fan Bapeng is still very capable of controlling the whole scene.
"Jialan, the first group of you, go around behind me and block the target's escape route."
"Yaksha, your second group is responsible for controlling the commanding heights on the left."
"Shura, you lead people from the right to surround us from the floor-to-ceiling windows."
"The rest of you, follow me and press through from the front."
"God blocks the gods and kills the gods, and the ghost blocks the ghosts!"
Fan Bapeng gave an order: "If you bump into Ye Fan, shoot him to death!"
He still felt that this was a place where Ye Fan had some evil intentions in dating the Imperial Master.
He wanted to use his plan to kill Ye Fan and leave China speechless.
Thinking of this, his blood boiled all over, and he charged with a short gun:
"GO!GO!GO!"
Forty-eight fully armed elites of the Brahma Kingdom took action immediately.
One by one, they rushed into the night like wolves and tigers, bending their waists and pressing towards Baiyun Villa like sharp arrows.
"Nobody!"
"Nobody!"
"Nobody!"
Forty-eight elites from the Vatican Kingdom armed with firearms, led by Fan Bapeng, divided into four teams and rushed into Baiyun Villa.
They advanced toward the main building in a carpet manner, not forgetting to check the trees and rockeries to see if any enemies were hiding.
After being well-trained and searching for no enemy, they grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the lobby on the first floor.
Extremely fast.
"Come 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 open the lock on the door on the first floor.
The elites of the Brahma Kingdom poured in like a tide with shields in hand.
The muzzles of countless guns are also constantly turning, alert to attacks from any corner.
There was no light or open fire in the hall, but Fan Bapeng and the others were not affected.
Night vision goggles give them enough visibility.
After a while, they found that there was no target in the hall, but there was a cold light coming from the dining room.
Dozens of people rushed over immediately.
Soon someone exclaimed:
"There's someone here!"
A middle-aged man appeared in their field of vision.
The middle-aged man was dressed in black, sitting on a shabby sofa, holding an unlit cigar.
Behind him were a lot of blood-stained gauze and medicine.
Medical gauze was also wrapped around the waist and inside of his left arm.
The gauze was stained with blood, which was shocking.
There is no doubt that this guy suffered a lot of injuries, otherwise there wouldn't be so much blood on the ground.
The cold light from the emergency lights above his head poured on him, giving him a sense of endless sadness and sadness.
Seeing so many people appearing and surrounding him, the middle-aged man was not afraid at all and did not make a sound.
He just stared at a photo in his hand.
The photo is a warm and happy family portrait.
Next to the family portrait, there are eighteen names written, seventeen of which have been crossed out with a red pen.
But there is one 'Clonkins' 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.
