The moment his countdown began, Lu Fan noticed that dozens of terrifying murderous auras suddenly locked onto him.
Lu Fan knew that at this moment, he was locked tightly by dozens of snipers hidden in the building.
Everyone's eyes fell on him at this moment.
Because the first person the opponent killed was not Lu Wushuang now, but Lu Fan who was hugging Lu Wushuang.
"This..." The young master was so anxious that she couldn't open her mouth.
Just now, she was full of prejudice against the young man in front of her, and she wanted to kill him several times to vent her hatred, but in just a short moment, he was about to save her life and that of Lu Wushuang.
Although she didn't want to admit it, she and Lu Wushuang did owe him a favor.
But now, with more than thirty sniper rifles aimed at his head, even if he is a long-established ancient martial arts master, he may not be able to escape unscathed, and he will inevitably die.
Coach Lei stared at the thin man, ready to step forward and fight him at any time!
Wang Li's face was even more anxious. They didn't want Lu Fan to get angry because of these outsiders, or even lose his life here.
But now that the matter has become a foregone conclusion, the only thing he can do now is to find a way to protect Lu Fan's safety and take him away from here smoothly.
"Thank you. You saved me tonight. I should keep it in my heart and thank you properly in the future."
Lu Wushuang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "It's just that I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to survive tonight. Otherwise, I still want to be friends with you..."
She seemed to be telling her last words: "I heard from He Anqi that you have a good ear, and she also said that if you have a chance, you can see it in person."
Only Ma Zicong has been looking at Lu Fan confidently. In his opinion, there seems to be nothing in this world that can stump Lu Fan and that Lu Fan cannot do.
"Do you really think these snipers you brought can solve anything?"
In the stalemate, Lu Fan suddenly smiled: "Thirty-five snipers, each fired one shot, and I was beaten to a pulp, but why haven't your people fired yet?
"
The thin and short man was stunned.
His countdown has indeed ended, but why hasn't the sniper behind him shot the man in front of him directly?
"wrong……"
The thin man shook his head. He grabbed the walkie-talkie in his hand and tried to contact the snipers hiding in the shadows.
But no matter what he did, there would always be only the sound of "rustling" electricity coming from the walkie-talkie, but no one's voice could be heard.
"Stop struggling. If you want to know what happened, just look back and see for yourself." Lu Fan sneered.
Everyone turned their heads and looked at the Emgrand Building behind the thin man.
I saw that the walls of the building, which was more than 20 stories high and illuminated by exterior lights... one after another, figures began to fall from the roof.
There were more than twenty people!
He fell directly from a 100-meter-high floor to the ground and turned into a puddle of meat!
And next to the body, there were also firearms that were smashed into powder form...
The expressions of these people before they died were completely fixed on their faces.
Their faces were ferocious and twisted. They didn't look like they had been thrown to death, but rather, they were scared to death!
"This, this, what on earth is going on!"
The thin man was horrified: "It's not over yet! Where are the others? Where have the others gone? Shoot me, shoot them all!!"
However, no matter how loud the thin man screamed, no gunshots were fired.
…
The rooftop of Fortune Tower diagonally opposite the Bellagio.
A sniper was dormant quietly, lurking in the darkness like a cheetah. In his hand, he held a field sniper rifle. His hands were dry and strong, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.
His gun was aimed at Lu Fan, his finger on the trigger.
He only needed to receive the message from the team leader and gently pull the trigger to blow Lu Fan's head off easily.
"Zizzi! Zizzi!"
The intercom suddenly rang with the sound of electricity. Just as he reached out to pick it up and was about to turn on the intercom, he suddenly felt a pain in his finger that touched the intercom.
He retracted his hand almost subconsciously and looked at the wound on his finger...it was almost invisible, but it was bleeding out.
The sniper subconsciously put his fingertips into his mouth and shuddered. When he turned back to get the walkie-talkie, a scene that frightened him suddenly came into view...
