Three hundred and fiftieth chapters Grandmaster anger
The distance between the two of them is less than one meter!
Astonishingly, Fu Zikun's eyes flashed with a ferocious light, as if he was a wild beast waiting for an opportunity to see his beloved prey fall into his carefully designed trap!
"You bastard, you go to hell!"
Fu Zikun suddenly took out a black short gun from his arms like lightning. He raised his hand without aiming at Lu Fan's head and directly pulled the trigger!
boom!
The moment the gun rang out, Fu Zikun's face was filled with a ferocious and vindictive smile. From such a short distance, he fired death-like bullets with a pistol that fired extremely fast. No one could escape!
But soon, this smile turned into dementia, and then turned into deep panic and despair, filling his entire face!
"This is impossible!!!"
Fu Zikun still held the gun in his hand, but the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the back of Fu Tianxiang's head!
A bloody hole appeared on the back of Fu Tianxiang's head, and blood flowed out. He had already been shot in the head by his own hands, and he died on the spot!
"You really are father and son. Even the sneak attack methods are exactly the same."
Lu Fan released his grip on Fu Tianxiang's neck, and the dead body fell to the ground, revealing a regretful face.
"Let me go, please let me go..."
Fu Zikun hurriedly threw away the gun, ignored Fu Tianxiang's body lying on the side, and begged Lu Fan.
"You know this is impossible." Lu Fan smiled politely and said, "Goodbye."
He reached out and grabbed Fu Zikun's neck, picked it up, and smashed it down!
boom!
Fu Zikun's head, feet, and head were all smashed into the ground.
"Okay, it's over." Lu Fan put it away on his clothes and wiped it, picked up the pistol on the ground, raised his arm, and quickly pulled the trigger.
Gunshots echoed in the warehouse again, but this time, it was not Lu Fan who was being surrounded and killed, but him clearing out the last remnants in the warehouse.
The gunfire stopped.
The bloodthirsty, madness, and indifference in Lu Fan's eyes were all eliminated as the gunfire ended, replaced by care, simplicity, and the same ordinaryness as always.
It was as if the evil ghost carrying out the massacre in this warehouse was not him.