While Tang Ruoxue was injured and hiding, dozens of white warheads hit the Luo family cemetery.
The voice was not only sharp, but also had a clear roar.
Ye Fan, who was lying in the grave, had a huge change of expression and shouted at the panicked crowd:
"Spread out! Get down!"
Before he finished speaking, dozens of white warheads flew into the air and then landed like parachutes.
Ye Fan immediately pressed Ling Guojiang's head and buried it in the pit.
This kind of warhead will not directly kill people, but the intensity of illumination is so great that it can blind people instantly.
Then the mind of the person whose eyes are stimulated will go blank, and they will lose their ability to resist and think within a short period of time.
This means that it is not enough for the enemy to kill the seven gambling kings, but they also have to kill everyone by turning them into fools for a short time.
"boom!"
Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang almost buried their faces in the soil. There was a loud noise and the white warheads exploded.
The gloomy sky suddenly turned into daylight.
"Whoosh——"
The bright light of day is fleeting.
Dozens of guest bodyguards had no time to lie down or close their eyes, and their entire field of vision instantly turned completely white.
They stopped all movement.
The moment the dazzling light disappeared, there was another series of bullets flying.
Countless bullets hit Luo's bodyguards, and they instantly screamed and fell to death in a pool of blood.
Seeing someone screaming, the others instinctively raised their weapons to fight back, hoping to kill several enemies.
It's just that the attack of the funeral procession not only did not hurt the enemy, but also resulted in an even crazier attack.
"Bang bang bang——"
The bullets poured down like raindrops, breaking branches and causing screams.
For a moment, stray bullets were flying in the air, and the stream of light was swaying. In this cold afternoon, there was a shocking iron flow.
This makes everyone feel that life is vulnerable.
After a while, the gunfire became sparse, but the passage down the mountain from the cemetery was always suppressed.
The entire cemetery is also under the gunpoint of the other party.
As Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang continued to hide, the hook-nosed young man quickly rolled over.
In his hand, he held Luo Badao and Luo Yanni with their eyes closed.
He saw that the tomb could not hide too many people, so he wanted to throw Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang out.
Just as soon as his right hand touched Ye Fan's left arm, he felt as if the palm of his hand was being sucked by a whale, and countless energy poured out.
This shocked the hook-nosed young man. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that if this continued, he would be exhausted.
He retracted his hand as if he was being electrocuted.
"Hello, hello! Don't go!"
Ye Fan hurriedly held his hand and said enthusiastically: "We meet again!"
A warm current poured in, and Ye Fan felt radiant.
"Let go! Let me go!"
The hook-nosed young man was horrified and shook his arm desperately, trying to pull his hand back with all his strength.
Even so, he also painfully discovered that his skill was reduced by 10%.
He looked at Ye Fan in shock.
Ye Fan looked innocent and remained enthusiastic: "Hello, I am Ye Fan, what is your brother's name?"
He was still thinking about shaking hands again.
"Get away! Get away!"
The hook-nosed young man's face changed drastically, and he took a few steps back to avoid Ye Fan.
Although he didn't understand what happened, his intuition told him that Ye Fan was his nemesis.
Although Luo Yanni couldn't see with her eyes closed, she could hear the conversation between the two people.
She was shocked. She never thought that her ace bodyguard would be so afraid of Mark.
What exactly happened?
"Tsk, I'm just asking for your name. Why are you hiding?"
Ye Fan was reluctant to let go and wanted to hold it for a while longer, but he thought that a powerful enemy was around the corner, and multiple cannon fodder would provide more opportunities for survival.
Ye Fan can handle the current situation calmly, but the old man Ling Guojiang is too much of a burden.
Without Ye Fan's dedicated protection, Ling Guojiang would probably die.
"Bang!"
At this moment, the hook-nosed young man stared at Ye Fan while lifting the coffin lid away.
He also threw Luo Feiyu out, who had finally stuck him back, and then stuffed Luo Badao and Luo Yanni into the deep coffin.
And he was lying on the edge of the coffin like a spider, lowered his head and shouted to Luo Badao and Luo Yanni:
"Cover your eyes!"
Although Luo Badao and Luo Yanni were filled with grief and anger, they immediately covered their eyes.
As soon as he finished speaking, another large piece of white light exploded in the air.
Then countless sniper warheads rained down, causing the entire cemetery to fly.
Trees, gravel, and corpses were shot and killed indiscriminately.
Many people hiding in trees or rocks also fell to the ground.
Only Ye Fan and the others were fine hiding in the grave.
"flutter!"
A stray bullet flew over and hit the hook-nosed young man's right leg hard. Blood slowly flowed down his pants.
His face turned pale, he gritted his teeth, and then stretched out his hand to punch the wound.
With a bang, the bullet flew out of the wound.
Then the hook-nosed young man made fists and his face turned red, as if he was holding his breath.
But what surprised Ye Fan was that his blood stopped flowing and the wound slowly healed.
The right leg then regained its flexibility.
Ye Fan's eyelids jumped. This guy is extraordinary. How come he looks a bit like Lin Qiuling and the others?
He reached out and touched the hook-nosed young man's leg.
The hook-nosed young man quickly shrank and looked at Ye Fan murderously.
"Who are these bastards?"
While Ye Fan was thinking, listening to the screams outside, Luo Badao, who closed his eyes, was furious:
"You even dare to attack my son when he is being buried. I will never spare him."
He also added with murderous intent: "It was definitely Jia Zihao or the Yang family who did it. I cheated on them and did it with them."
Luo Yanni also smashed her phone angrily: "The phone calls have also been blocked, these people are too professional..."
"Stop talking nonsense, let's try to survive today first."
Ling Guojiang responded immediately when he heard his old friend's voice:
"They even killed Lao Qian and Lao Sun to prove that they were not just here for you."
"It's for all of us."
He reminded: "It's not certain whether we can get down the mountain smoothly today. Let's talk about revenge later."
Ye Fan also echoed: "King Luo Du, don't be angry first, don't get entangled in our grudges, just work together to save your life."
"By the way, this is the Luo family cemetery, and it is your territory."
"Are there any tunnels or heavy firepower?"
"I took a look just now. The Luo family's firepower is one level behind the enemy."
"The opponent can easily pour warheads here, but the Luo family's warheads cannot hit the opposite hill."
Ye Fan reminded: "If you have any good things, take them out. Don't hide them and tuck them into grave goods."
"Get out!"
Luo Badao cursed: "This is a cemetery, how can there be any tunnels and heavy firepower?"
"And Hengcheng has been the most well-behaved place in the past ten years. No matter how much hatred there is, no one will cause trouble at weddings or funerals."
"You bastard, Jia Zihao, and Old Man Yang have broken even the basic rules. It seems like they are really going to die."
"He'd better kill us all!"
"Otherwise, I will lead Lao Qian, Lao Sun and his clan into the Yang Family Fort!"
Luo Badao's breathing became invisibly rapid. It was a shame and humiliation that so many people died at his son's funeral.
"Without tunnels or heavy firepower, we have to leave it to fate."
Ling Guojiang coughed: "Maybe a miracle will happen, or someone will come out to save us..."
Luo Badao and the others were silent. The enemy's firepower was powerful and they had an absolute advantage in suppressing the Luo family cemetery.
If no miracle happened, 99% of the funeral procession would not survive.
Seeing Luo Badao and the others like this, Ye Fan couldn't help but frown.
He thought that by forcing Luo Ba Dao and them, he could use Luo Ba Dao's trump card to deal with the enemy.
But in the current situation, Luo Badao's biggest reliance seems to be the hook-nosed young man.
This made Ye Fan a little depressed, and also made him a little hesitant to play the two trump cards of the deaf-mute elder...
However, Ye Fan quickly gave up the idea. He always felt that Luo Badao was also showing weakness and wasting away the backbone of the other gambling kings.
After all, this is Luo Feiyu's funeral, and Luo Badao should be well prepared.
Thinking of this, Ye Fan gradually calmed down and prepared to wait and see what would happen.
At this moment, Luo Yanni said pessimistically: "Dad, are we going to die in this cemetery?"
"Damn it, don't disturb the morale of the army!"
Ye Fan slapped the coffin and shouted: "My life is good but my life is not good! A miracle will happen!"
"Regardless of whether there is a miracle or not, whether we can survive or not, today is the darkest day in Hengcheng."
At this point, Ling Guojiang slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of melancholy in his tone:
"Seven of the top ten gambling kings were killed suddenly. Hengcheng is destined to be in chaos, destined to be reshuffled, and destined to change the pattern..."
