"What a whim, that's just a pistol, it can't kill anyone."
Ye Xuan nodded, and said seriously to the strong man: "The other party is right, the distance is still quite far, remember to aim for the head, otherwise, you will still die!"
The words just fell.
"Bang!"
Accompanied by the sound of a gunshot, an echo came from Yu Yehuo's cell phone, followed by a strong and continuous burst of electricity, and then there was no sound.
In the dark factory workshop outside the window, there was a dull sound, like something falling to the ground from a height.
Obviously.
The sniper has been killed by the strong man.
The strong man held the gun tightly with both hands, his arms trembled slightly, his chest kept rising and falling, his face turned pale, and dense beads of sweat kept breaking out on his forehead.
Suddenly, a word rang in his ears, making him startled slightly.
"Look at how useless you are!"
He turned his head stiffly and looked over.
Ye Xuan glanced at his mouth, frowned and said, "Is it because I drank too much water during the day that I sweat so much?"
The strong man was indifferent to Ye Xuan's words. When he saw the third prince's gloomy face, his body softened and he fell to the ground like noodles.
He looked up at the sky, his face ashen.
It doesn't matter that they can't beat this kid together. Just now, he shot the master's sniper with his own hands. These days... he is getting more and more clueless.
Ye Xuan comforted him: "I just shot and killed a bad guy. Don't get too excited. Don't practice boxing next time and use a gun instead. I personally think you might be more talented with a gun!"
"Good job!"
After squatting down and patting the strong man on the shoulder, Ye Xuan turned his head, stared at the long-haired young man with an extremely gloomy face, waved and said:
"come over!"
Yu Yehuo snorted coldly, "Don't even think about it!"
Ye Xuan's voice turned cold, "I asked you to come over!"
Yu Yehuo's Adam's apple squirmed, and he walked up to Ye Xuan and turned his head with a look of reluctance.
"It's very tiring to talk to you with my neck raised!" Ye Xuan frowned.
Yu Yehuo's expression changed, and he finally squatted down with gritted teeth.
"Brother, can you lend me the Seven Star Grass now!" Ye Xuan seemed to remember something, and said: "By the way, lend me another car. I'm too tired from walking. I saw the one parked outside.
Jeep seems to be good.”
Yu Yehuo said coldly: "That car is out of gas!"
Ye Xuan smiled and said: "It's okay, just ask them to add it!"
As he said that, he looked at the strong man who was as soft as clay and said, "Brother, look, I just pointed out a clear path for you. It was a kindness to you. I don't want you to repay anything now, so please help me."
I'll find a bag, put these seven-star grass into the bag, and carry it out."
The man's face was troubled and he cast his hesitant gaze on Yu Yehuo.
Yu Yehuo snorted coldly and turned his head.
The man swallowed, stood up, walked to the corner and pulled out a snakeskin bag, then walked to the place where the herbs were piled, and filled it with seven-star grass tremblingly.
When Ye Xuan saw that the seven-star grass on the table had been swept away, he stood up and carried Yu Yehuo out of the auto repair shop.
The man followed closely step by step.
At this time, he seemed like Ye Xuan's little follower.
The three of them went out and walked towards an open-top jeep parked on the roadside. Behind them, the drug dealers, dog thieves, and experimenters who had already known about the news but did not dare to take action easily were all following them.
Finally, they looked nervous and stared at the movements of Ye Xuan's hands without blinking, fearing that the other party would accidentally attack the third prince.
In front of the jeep.
Ye Xuan pointed his gun at Yu Yehuo, and then said to the man next to him who was holding an oil drum in one hand and a snakeskin bag in the other: "Brother, please go fill up the car with gas."
The man silently put down his snakeskin bag and walked towards the jeep with the fuel tank in hand.
And just then.
Sudden changes occur.
When the man had just taken two steps, Yu Yehuo bent down suddenly, grabbed the snakeskin bag containing the seven-star grass, and kicked the man in the back. The man probably didn't expect it, so he lost his balance and threw himself forward.
The fallen oil drum also rolled down, and the oil inside instantly gurgled out.
Yu Yehuo threw the snakeskin bag in front of the oil drum, turned over and took out the lighter in his pocket.
After doing all this, he raised his head and stared at Ye Xuan with red eyes.
"Bitch, who are you? You dare to threaten me. I have never been blackmailed in my life. Don't you know?" Twisted, "Hey, don't you want Qixingcao to save you from the Dragon Intelligence Agency? I
Let me tell you, there is no door!"
The voice fell.
He kicked away the oil drum and dropped the lit lighter.
"Boom!" There was a sound.
The snakeskin bag burned quickly, and in the thick black smoke, the seven-star grass inside, which had been burnt yellow and black, could be faintly seen.
"Fuck you!"
Ye Xuan's eyes suddenly widened, he rushed over and kicked Yu Yehuo away a few meters, and then frantically stepped on the flames on the snakeskin bag. Even if the flames went out, the herbs inside had been burned to ashes.
Yu Yehuo on the side spat out a mouthful of blood, a sickly smile twisted on his pale face. He laughed crazily and said, "Haha, save me, I'll see how you save me!"
"Don't you have a gun in your hand? Aren't you very strong?"
"You're so awesome, hurry up and beat me to death. When I get to the underworld, I'll treat you Dragon Intelligence Bureau people like dogs!" Yu Yehuo's eyes were bloodshot, "Whether it's here or in the underworld, you dragons
The intelligence bureau will always be overwhelmed by us black foxes, and we black foxes are the mountain that your dragon intelligence bureau will never be able to cross!"
"My life is worth trading for so many people from your Dragon Intelligence Bureau!"
He looked at the people around him who were about to make a move, and said angrily, "You are a bunch of trash, a bunch of cowards, and you don't even think about it. How dare he kill me? You are still standing there, do it!"
Among the crowd, a flathead rushed out quickly.
With the sound of a gunshot, a blood hole appeared on the flat-headed forehead, and then he fell straight down.
Everyone subconsciously took a step back.
Yu Yehuo's eyes were gloomy.
"If you are not afraid of death, you can do whatever you want!" Ye Xuan said coldly, put down his gun, squatted down and started to collect the seven-star grass that had been dried to dregs.
However.
Nearly thirty people in the auto repair shop, including Yu Yehuo, did not dare to move.
Yu Yehuo looked at Ye Xuan who was collecting the medicine residue and sneered: "Tsk tsk, don't waste your efforts. The seven-star grass will have no effect at high temperatures. Don't you know?" He raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "These seven-star grass
, all turned into waste!"
Ye Xuan raised his head and said to the man: "Bring that barrel of oil!"
When the man looked hesitant, a cold voice sounded in his ears again, "Otherwise, you can stay here alone later!"