[Thank you ‘wangrbang’ for the reward, I won’t shout anymore, I’m tired. 】
"Brother Ye, take the stick!" Zhang Xiong roared and threw a dark iron rod into the air. Ye Fan held his body and turned around, with his head down and his hands in front. There was a crisp and clear clang, and Ye Fan felt like the tiger's mouth for a while.
With a huge tearing pain, he found that a small crack had actually opened and blood came out. Du Juwen was even worse, because Ye Fan was in the air, and his hand was bleeding due to his own weight.
Ah...come...
The two of them frantically fought against the sticks for more than a dozen times, and a clanging sound suddenly sounded in the yard. The two of them moved very fast, so fast that outsiders seemed dizzy.
porphyrin...
A figure was kicked from the circle of figures and flew three meters away. Zhang Xiong and others were also very worried, while Chao Chao and others were even more nervous, fearing that the person kicked out was from their side.
After a closer look, Zhang Xiong waited for the *** to shout: "Okay!"
The faces of Wang Chao and others were naturally not very good, and they quickly ran over to help Du Juwen up, but Du Juwen waved his hand and simply sat down on the ground, touched his calf, and hummed: "Did you use a hidden weapon?
mean!"
"Haha, compared to you, you are nothing compared to you. Didn't an iron bullet come out of you just now? We are just each other." Ye Fan looked at his calf and found that a big iron bullet had hit him.
When the green bun came out, it was probably as thick as a small steamed bun. Of course, it was quite painful.
However, Ye Fan's Xiaoli knife was not simple. Du Juwen was injured and bled on the spot, and was finally knocked out of the circle by Ye Fan with an iron rod. Du Juwen probably temporarily lost his ability to fight.
"Okay! If you dare to play dirty with me, do it!" Du Juwen gave a look, and Wang Chao waved his hand. Seven or eight men in black, plus Wang Chao and others, swung their waists, and a dozen black pistols were shaking.
To pull it out.
Next to next...
After a series of crisp sounds, except for Wang Chao and others who were still holding guns in their hands, the other men in black were all covering their wrists because blood was pouring from them.
"You can use a knife, but I don't like using guns, huh!" Ye Fan retracted his hand. Of course, he had just fired seven or eight small knives with all his strength. However, his internal energy was too much consumed all at once, and his forehead was completely covered with knives.
I'm sweating, and my body feels a little weak.
If Dynasty rushed over at this time, Ye Fan would probably fall down with just one punch, holding on just like a showpiece. It would be too laborious to have several flying knives fly out at the same time.
Zhang Xiong had already stepped in front of Ye Fan, holding a pistol in his hand. The other four special service members he brought with him were not slow at all. They actually took out the micro punch from the bulging black bag behind his back, and the black holes were facing him.
It’s accurate for Wang Chao and others.
"Shoot! Shoot, let's finish it together, finish it!" At this time, Du Ziyue suddenly laughed wildly, holding a matchbox-sized thing in his hand, which seemed to be a miniature remote control or something like that.
"What did you do?" Du Juwen's face changed drastically and he shouted.
"What did I do? I didn't do anything. I just pressed the button and the land with a radius of one kilometer was razed to the ground. Hahaha, don't even think about taking action. My hands are faster than anyone else." Du Ziyue gritted her teeth and hummed.
road.
"Alas... why are you making such a fuss? The Du family is almost getting into trouble with you. Harmony makes you rich!" Suddenly, a hoarse voice came, and with the sound, he slowly walked into a house from outside.
An old guy with a slightly hunched back and cracks on his face like pine bark. He is thin and not very tall.
"Mute, how can you speak?" Ma Han couldn't hold it back and shouted out. This man was a short old man who was deaf and mute and took care of some flowers and plants in the Du family villa. Everyone called him A Zong.
"Huh! Get out of here, you little brat!" The old guy snorted coldly, and suddenly took action, slapping Wang Han, a fifth-level master, flying seven or eight meters away, and his two front teeth also ran out.
Suddenly, the man collapsed into a ball and became motionless. Wang Chao ran over and shook his head a few times before he woke up. However, the man tilted his head and fainted again.
"I'll kill you!" Wang Chao was angry. The four of them had a good relationship and were as close as brothers. They raised their pistols.
There was a crisp snap.
Wang Dynasty's wrist bone was probably broken. Naturally, he could not hold the gun steadily. It fell down with a thud. The gun was stained with blood. Ye Fan and others were shocked again. They felt that this inconspicuous old man was too powerful. Ye Fan even felt that uncle Fei Qingshan's aura was reflected in the old man.
"Is he a top-notch eighth-level master?" Ye Fan murmured in his heart, his face suddenly serious.
"Eighth-dan master, how come I've never heard of an eighth-dan master in the Du family?" There were five generals sitting in the command room of the capital's secret service headquarters, all with solemn faces. Li Xiaofeng's fingers were wagging randomly on the chair for no reason. Beating.
"Trouble." Gu Quan, the deputy team leader of the special service, murmured. He glanced at Li Xiaofeng and Zhen Donghai and said, "What should I do? Do you want the base to dispatch more gunmen to rush to the scene immediately? I am worried that Deputy Commander Ye is in danger. He But I can’t afford the discount.”
"Wait and see, Ye Fan hasn't sent out a signal for help yet, maybe the situation is still under control." Zhen Donghai said with a gloomy look.
"If Ye Fan is really an eighth-level master, he will definitely not be able to control the situation. I heard that the entire villa has been buried with a lot of explosives, which can be destroyed within a mile. It is useless for the gunman to go there. You can't shoot and give away for free. Food." Li Xiaofeng's face didn't look very good. When the deaf-mute old man appeared, Zhang Xiong just used the secret command to go back with his fingers.
The secret service headquarters was shocked all of a sudden, and all the old guys became nervous. You must know that Ye Fan brought many experts with him this time. There are seven official members of the special service team A alone, and they are all fifth-dan or above. Master.
Five of them followed Ye Fan, and two gun kings were hiding in the dark and aiming at the scene with high-power precision sniper rifles.
However, because Du Ziyue threatened to bury a large amount of explosives, no one dared to move. Du Ziyue is a seventh-level master. You can't be killed with one hit. If you press the controller, all the special service masters here will be buried with him. .This is a tragedy that Zhen Donghai, Li Xiaofeng and others absolutely do not want to see.
"Well, the special service is always a little uneasy without an eighth-level master on duty!" Gu Quan sighed and glanced at Li Xiaofeng, a former eighth-level master. The white flowers seemed to have suddenly become whiter.
"Call Puhai Base to immediately dispatch 50 capable team members to sneak to the vicinity of Jingyuan, three miles away. No one is allowed to make too much noise. No shooting is allowed without my order! In addition, two helicopters are dispatched to Observe the shooting situation from a distance in the air. The aircraft must be equipped with small invisible guided weapons. Strict orders are not allowed to come closer." Zhendong Haichong said to the first colonel.
"Donghai, you really want to guide the plane out, what do you want to do?" Li Xiaofeng slammed the table and stood up angrily.
"General Li, if you sit in my position tonight, what will you do if there is no eighth-level master in the special service?" Zhen Donghai said without giving up, with a serious look on his face. This, on important matters, he will never do anything about it.
It won't be ambiguous.
"There are eight special service elites there. They are all geniuses. What's more, Ye Fan is inside. Do you want to destroy the future of the special service with your own hands? I will never allow you to do such a stupid thing, no way!" Li Xiaofeng got angry and shouted.
The table in front of Zhendonghai suddenly had its legs broken, the cup was broken, and tea and wine were all over Zhendonghai.
"General Li, I am the one making the decision tonight. You have retired. As a part-time consultant of the special service, you only have the right to make suggestions. Someone come and help General Li go home and rest." Zhen Donghai gave an order and the two colonels left.
He came up and stood in front of Li Xiaofeng, one on the left and the other on the right. However, he did not move and looked at Zhen Donghai.
"Small town boy, if Ye Fan dies, I will send you to a military court, you bastard!" Li Xiaofeng's lips were trembling, he was so excited, and he pointed at Zhendonghai, as if he wanted to bite people.
"Mr. Li, if Ye Fan dies, I, Zhendonghai, will take the blame and resign. However, I cannot see an eighth-level master with unknown origins harming our people and endangering our aircraft and guided aircraft. That is inevitable.
"Zhen Donghai snorted sharply, turned to the two senior colonels and said, "If you don't help Mr. Li go back to rest, no one will listen to my words, right?"
"Small town, you slug, you coward, you will be punished, you bastard..." Li Xiaofeng was dragged away by two senior colonels, who scolded him until he lost his voice.
Of course, Li Xiaofeng also obeyed the order and left because he was once a member of the special service and knew the importance of military orders.
"Without my order, I will shoot whoever you want!" Zhendonghai waved his hand and kicked, sending splinters of wood flying all over the floor.
Soon, several civilian vehicles drove out of a secret base in Puhai City and quietly headed towards Jingyuan. In the cars, dozens of elites with loaded weapons sat, all silent.
He was fully armed. In the sky, two special service military helicopters modified into civilian aircraft buzzed towards Jingyuan. The small guided missiles on the aircraft were aimed at Jingyuan.
"Don't talk about guns in front of the old man, hum! Put it all down!" the old man 'A Zong' snorted lightly and glanced at Ye Fan and Du Juwen.
"Put down the gun!" Ye Fan waved his hand, and Zhang Xiong and the others put down their guns pointing at Du Juwen and others.
Du Juwen thought for a while, saw 'A Zong' frowning, and quickly moved his hands, and several people also lowered their guns.
"You are an outsider. It's not your turn to dictate the affairs of the Du family. Get out of here." The deaf-mute old man A Zong pointed at Ye Fan and hummed.
Zhen Donghai was overjoyed and immediately ordered Ye Fan through a special sound transmission setting: "Ye Fan, immediately lead the team to evacuate to Jingyuan 3 miles away."
"Zhang Xiong, take people away immediately." Ye Fan waved his hand.
"Well, aren't you leaving?" Zhang Xiong asked slightly hesitantly.
"Get out!" Ye Fan got angry and yelled, his voice exploding like thunder.
Zhang Xiong didn't speak anymore, feeling quite sad. He knew that Ye Fan wanted to fight to the end and would rather risk his life. In the end, he took a deep look at Ye Fan and left silently with his four men.
"I asked you to leave, don't you want to fight with my old man?" Azong half-squinted his eyes, glanced at Ye Fan, and snorted coldly.