The enemy in front of the block thought he was going to attack and retreated with a roar.
Ye Fan turned over again.
Another bullet came with a whoosh.
Before a retreating enemy could stand still, he felt pain in his chest and staggered to the ground. His limbs twitched twice and then fell silent.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Fan did not stop there, and instinctively rolled sideways again.
Two more bullets pierced the spot where he rolled.
A lamp and a stone shattered with a loud bang.
The blond ghost guy who was about to take the opportunity to sneak attack Ye Fan raised his saber halfway and felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
He looked down and saw a wound. It was obvious that a stray bullet had hit him.
"Ah——" He couldn't help but let out a scream.
Ye Fan roared and shot up from the ground, shuttling among the remaining foreign killers like a phantom.
After a series of sniper shots, Ye Fan had a scar on his shoulder, and all five foreign killers fell to the ground.
They all took bullets for Ye Fan.
Ye Fan didn't stop, and moved his body closer to the blond ghost guy who was shaking and retreating.
The blond ghost endured the pain and tried to fight back, but Ye Fan knocked his saber away.
"Pounce--" Then, Ye Fan grabbed the blond ghost man's clothes, lifted his body and rushed towards the opposite street.
Sniper, on the rooftop on the seventh floor opposite.
"Plop!"
On the way forward, two more bullets were fired. Ye Fan moved the blond ghost's body and withstood the two bullets.
When he was about to reach the opposite street, Ye Fan threw the blond ghost man again.
There was a gunshot in mid-air, and blood splattered on the blond ghost's back before he landed with a plop.
Life is extinguished.
"Whoosh -" Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Fan jumped up and hid under the eaves.
Without stopping, he moved his steps, found the entrance and exit of the floor, rushed into the stairs, and then climbed to the rooftop as quickly as possible.
Ye Fan couldn't bear to see the master who dared to take a cold shot at him.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as Ye Fan kicked open the broken iron door, a gun was pointed at him.
Ye Fan's body slipped and he was instantly out of the muzzle lock. Before the other party could react, his finger had already pulled the trigger, and a bullet sprayed out.
"boom!"
The iron gate became dilapidated and the air was filled with gunpowder smoke.
A man in a mask appears.
After a shot missed, the opponent immediately threw a sniper rifle at Ye Fan, then pulled out a military spike and rushed forward.
He took advantage of Ye Fange to block the sniper gun and quietly stabbed Ye Fan in the heart.
Fast, ruthless, and very vicious.
Ye Fan stopped in time, jumped to the side, avoided the opponent's blow, and then struck out with an axe.
The ax went straight into the chest of the masked man.
The man in the mask twitched the corner of his mouth and drew a knife with his backhand.
"when!"
With a crisp sound, he swung away Ye Fan's powerful and heavy axe.
Ye Fan moved sideways and took a few steps due to inertia.
The man with the mask also took two steps back, but the action was too fierce, causing his mask to fall off.
Ye Fan immediately recognized the other party's identity.
The bodyguard beside Ye Feiyang was also someone who had fought against Tang Qi, Hong Fo. "I thought Ye Feiyang would act based on his plan and not be so reckless and impulsive."
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "I didn't expect that he would be so petty and would go out and start the fight himself. It seems that those dozen slaps were in vain."
Red Buddha didn't speak or put on his mask, he just stared at Ye Fan.
He tried his best to overestimate Ye Fan, but unexpectedly he underestimated him.
There were explosives in the suitcase, dozens of people were surrounding him and he was a sniper, and Ye Fan was also carrying a burden. No matter how he looked at it, he was certain to die.
As a result, Ye Fan not only broke out of the siege, but also allowed him to find his own place.
He regretted not evacuating in time when the first shot missed.
But it was useless to be upset at this moment. He could only roar: "Kill!"
Red Buddha repeatedly waved his knife at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan calmly blocked the attack.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Twelve sounds continued, swords and axes collided, and sparks flew! "Dang!"
After blocking thirteen knives, Ye Fan suddenly shouted loudly and took the initiative to start a counterattack.
His aura slashed out like a rainbow, and a streak of blood reflected the sky red.
When the ax went down, a trail of blood was swept away.
The red Buddha's chest was red, and his flesh and blood were flying.
"Um!"
The red Buddha flew out with his knife, and blood spurted out on the way, lying on the edge of the rooftop.
He struggled to get up and touch the short gun on his leg.
Ye Fan's footsteps slipped over again.
"Whoosh!"
The ax struck mercilessly, making a sharp whistling sound.
Red Buddha raised his sword and blocked it hastily. There was another loud noise, and he fell back to the ground with the knife.
He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body felt like it was falling apart, and he was no longer able to fight.
"I lost."
Red Buddha lay motionless on the ground, then coughed and said, "This whole matter has nothing to do with Military Master Ye and Young Master. It's because I, Red Buddha, was angry and you hit Young Master Ye in the face in private revenge."
"Whether you hand me over to the police or Hengdian, I will take care of everything on my own."
"I won't give you a chance to deal with Mr. Ye and the others."
His eyes were very firm.
"I can see that you are very loyal, and I believe that you can handle it alone."
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "For the sake of stability, the official will probably let you take all the blame."
Red Buddha looked at Ye Fan and sneered: "So you should give up the idea of making use of the topic."
"You can indeed take the blame when you are alive, but if you die, you can't take the blame for anything..." Ye Fan kicked the red Buddha out of the rooftop.
"Ah--" The red Buddha fell from a high altitude with his arms and legs shaking, and hit a car downstairs with a loud noise.
The car instantly sank, twisted, broke, and the alarm sounded shrilly... For Ye Fan, the current situation is complicated, and the best protection is to make big things happen... When Ye Fan quickly came down from the rooftop, Chen Xiaoyue was coming down from the file
He climbed out of the cabinet and quickly evacuated while wearing a Bluetooth headset.
Her face became less panicked and more calm.
As she walked out of the side door of Starbucks, she punched in a number.
The call was answered quickly.
Chen Xiaoyue whispered: "Master Wang, I am Chen Xiaoyue. At the Starbucks coffee shop, Ye Fan got into a fight with the Yang family. Your plan succeeded."
"Chen Xiaoyue?"
The person on the other end of the phone was confused for a moment, and then his voice deepened: “Where did you get my number?
Who asked you to contact me personally?"
Chen Xiaoyue's voice trembled: "I'm just happy and want to congratulate Mr. Wang on the success of his plan..." While speaking, Chen Xiaoyue turned into a street and poured into the pedestrian street where people were coming and going.
Wang Qiaochu shouted again: "Who gave you my number?
The person you should contact is Xiongzi, not me!"
Chen Xiaoyue hurriedly apologized: "Master Wang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." "Bang -" Before she could finish her words, Chen Xiaoyue collided with a passerby.
She subconsciously wanted to take a look at the other person, but found that the other person had already left in a hurry.
And there was a sharp pain in her abdomen.
Chen Xiaoyue lowered her head and saw that there was a knife in her abdomen, and blood was flowing...
