"Maybe the Eight-faced Buddha knows how powerful you are and doesn't dare to get too close to you to keep an eye on you."
Nangong Youyou bit a lollipop and said:
"You wouldn't think he was hiding in this damn place, which means this place is safe enough."
She took out the hammer and said with a smile: "Don't think too much, hammer him quickly, and leave for the island as soon as possible."
Ye Fan smiled and said nothing. He just turned on his phone and pulled up the information about the golden apartment.
"Master Ye, there is no need for us to worry about the location of the Eight-faced Buddha now."
Cai Lingzhi exhaled a long breath: "He's up there, take him down and we'll be done with it once and for all."
"By the way, this is the current face of the Eight-faced Buddha."
Cai Lingzhi took out a photo and showed it to Ye Fan, hoping to solve this problem quickly:
"This is the only photo of facial features that I selected from tens of thousands of photos."
Cai Lingzhi whispered: "Master Ye, please recognize him and you won't let him run away later."
After finishing speaking, she picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered the children of the Wu Meng League and the explosion-proof agents to prepare for an attack.
Ye Fan took his cell phone and took a look.
A thin, middle-aged man, wearing a round hat, looked ordinary.
But his slightly piercing gaze made Ye Fan's eyelids twitch.
His eyes were not only wary, but also gave people the feeling that the walking dead had long since given up.
For such a person, even if there is a mountain of swords, a sea of fire, and an abyss ahead of him, Ye Fan believes that he will step into it without hesitation.
This is an extremely dangerous person.
This is the feeling Ye Fan had when looking at the photo.
Then, his eyes fell on the golden apartment information.
Suddenly the words "Old Town Gas Pipeline Hub Center" came into view.
Ye Fan lowered the window and shouted: "Stop!"
Cai Lingzhi and the others turned their heads subconsciously.
"flutter!"
At this moment, a bullet burst towards Song Hongyan.
"careful!"
Ye Fan subconsciously pounced on Song Hongyan.
"flutter!"
A stream of blood shot out from Ye Fan's shoulder.
Song Hongyan screamed when she saw this: "Ye Fan——"
"boom!"
Before Song Hongyan could see Ye Fan's condition clearly, another sniper warhead was fired.
This time, he shot directly at the injured Ye Fan.
It's just that this shooting did not hurt Ye Fan.
As early as the moment he was shot, Ye Fan had a reaction in his mind.
He hugged Song Hongyan and slid directly under the seat.
He protected Song Hongyan with all his strength and tried his best to keep his body low.
"boom!"
The bullet hit the spot where Ye Fan was sitting, grazed his fallen arm and nailed it into the seat.
Then it went out from under the chair and hit the floor.
The sniper's marksmanship is amazing and without warning.
If Ye Fan hadn't reacted quickly enough, two bullets would have killed Song Hongyan and him.
"Enemy attack! Sniper!"
Yuan Qingyi was the first to react: "Protect Young Master Ye!"
With her warnings and shouts.
Twenty martial arts disciples rushed out of the car door, forming a two-layer human wall to protect the vehicle where Ye Fan was.
Unable to locate the enemy for the moment, the disciples of the Wu League could only use the most primitive methods to protect Ye Fan.
Several tall people even used their bodies to protect the open windows.
Yuan Qingyi and Cai Lingzhi did not stay where they were. They glanced around, like sharp arrows rushing towards the golden apartment.
Thirty bomb-proof detectives also surrounded the golden apartment.
"Plop-"
At this moment, two more warheads were fired, knocking over the two Wu Meng disciples who were guarding the car windows.
The body armor of the two men cracked into pieces, blood spurted from their mouths and noses, and they fell beside them, their lives and deaths unknown.
Although they were severely injured, they did not frighten the other disciples of the Martial Alliance, and soon two more people stood up to block them.
They exchanged their lives for Ye Fan and Song Hongyan to breathe.
"Whoosh——"
At this moment, Nangong Youyou had rushed to the other side of the car door like a cheetah, and quickly pulled Ye Fan and Song Hongyan out.
She quickly glanced at Mark and found that half of his shoulder was covered in blood.
And the wound is turning black.
Nangong Youyou pinched a pill and sprinkled it on Ye Fan's wound.
Song Hongyan buffered over and shouted anxiously to Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, Ye Fan, how are you?"
"Ahem, I'm fine!"
Ye Fan coughed, shook his head and said, "My shoulder is injured, my head was shaken and I'm a little dizzy. It's nothing serious."
"It's not a big deal, my shoulder is almost useless, and the warhead is poisonous."
Nangong Youyou gave Ye Fan a white look: "If I don't contain the toxin, you will probably be in a coma now."
"Poisoned?"
Song Hongyan was startled, and then shouted: "Ambulance, ambulance!"
She also subconsciously glanced at the golden apartment.
This Eight-faced Buddha is indeed extraordinary.
After being targeted for hiding place, not only did he not run away with his tail between his legs, but he even dared to shoot and provoke. It was really arrogant.
Moreover, the Eight-faced Buddha grasps human nature very well. The first shot was not aimed at Ye Fan, but at himself, forcing Ye Fan to protect himself with his body.
Too gloomy.
"This Eight-faced Buddha..."
Ye Fan spit out a mouthful of blood:
"Not only can he prepare explosives, he can also play with guns and poisons, and he can better understand people's psychology. He is worthy of being a Nobel candidate."
He felt that he was careless. He only thought that the Eight-faced Buddha could only blow up, but he didn't expect that he was so good in other aspects.
"Whoever he is, if he dares to attack you, I won't let him go."
Song Hongyan gritted her teeth and picked up the walkie-talkie to give orders:
"Qingyi, Lingzhi, you must win the Eight-faced Buddha for me."
She also waved her hand and asked Song's bodyguards to press forward.
"slow!"
"Tell Yuan Qingyi and the others not to go to the Golden Apartment, don't go!"
Ye Fan saw Yuan Qingyi and Cai Lingzhi leading people to surround the golden apartment and shouted: "Let them withdraw!"
Song Hongyan was stunned for a moment, but she absolutely obeyed and picked up the walkie-talkie to ask Yuan Qingyi and others to evacuate.
Yuan Qingyi and Cai Lingzhi were about to rush to the golden apartment. After receiving the order, they hesitated and retreated with the agents.
Ye Fan was injured. They hated the Eight-faced Buddha deeply and wanted to cut him into pieces, but they still obeyed Ye Fan's words.
"Puff puff——"
At this time, three more gunshots rang out in succession, making the car in front of Ye Fan rattle.
However, although the warhead was ferocious, it never harmed Ye Fan. Only a few disciples of the Martial Alliance were knocked away.
"Woo——"
At the same time, three ambulances drove over from behind, opening their doors and preparing to treat Ye Fan.
Song Hongyan waved her fingers gently.
The disciples of Wumeng immediately moved the human wall and carefully protected Ye Fan into one of the ambulances.
There were a few tall men among them who raised their shields to protect the sky, preventing the Eight-faced Buddha from getting another shot.
"This Ye Fan...is really not simple."
On the roof of the golden apartment, a middle-aged man was lying on the edge looking at everything in his field of vision.
He was wearing a mask and flying suit, like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness.
It is the Eight-faced Buddha.
He was originally waiting for Ye Fan to lead Yuan Qingyi and his gang into the golden apartment.
In this way, he can detonate the entire golden apartment and kill Ye Fan and his gang without a burial place.
But he didn't expect that at the last moment, Ye Fan suddenly ordered to cancel the attack order.
This made the Eight-faced Buddha's plan to blow up Ye Fan failed.
After the first step failed, the Eight-faced Buddha immediately launched the second plan and quickly sniped Song Hongyan and Ye Fan.
Not only did he want to bet his luck on killing Ye Fan, but he also wanted to reintroduce Yuan Qingyi and the others into the golden apartment and destroy them.
He knew that Ye Fan was very skilled, so he did not shoot Ye Fan with the first shot, but shot at Song Hongyan, forcing Ye Fan to protect her.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan not only protected Song Hongyan and avoided two sniper attacks, but also stopped Yuan Qingyi and others from breaking into the apartment again.
After two failures, the Eight-faced Buddha launched his third plan.
He fired three shots at Ye Fan's position again, creating a situation where he was frustrated and missed.
Then the Eight-faced Buddha fell into silence again, giving people signs that he attempted murder and ran away.
Just waiting for another opportunity for chaos.
He believed that when the danger was gone, Ye Fan and the others would take it lightly, relax their vigilance and step forward.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan never showed up again from beginning to end.
Even hiding in an ambulance was protected by a human wall.
This series of operations seemed calm and indifferent, but the Eight-faced Buddha knew that he had failed in this confrontation.
"Woo——"
Hearing the sound of police sirens not far away, Ye Fan and his group also evacuated, and the Eight-faced Buddha packed up his things.
Then he walked behind the rooftop with a relaxed expression.
He pulled up his flying clothes and flew away from the golden apartment like a bird.
Just after flying a few dozen meters, the Eight-faced Buddha felt a danger approaching.
He turned his head subconsciously.
On the rooftop of a building in the distance, he saw a woman in red holding a gun, targeting him like a hunter.
The face of the Eight-faced Buddha changed drastically, and one side of his body glided like a swallow.
"boom--"
Almost at the same moment, a bullet passed through and a stream of blood burst out from the Eight-faced Buddha.
The Eight-faced Buddha groaned and flew away in the distance.
