The system's backpack function is actually a bit funny. Even a needle has to occupy a grid.

But as long as you pack it, it seems that as long as you can pack it, it can be packed, and it only takes up one grid.

Zhao Fan was a little excited, but he didn't expect that this thing would be used to be a thief for a day. He tore up more than a dozen T-shirts into cloth, tied or packed until the backpack was really unable to be installed, and there were still a few large pieces of art in the vault that could not be installed.

"Forget it, you're a bargain."

Zhao Fan muttered unwillingly, turned around and retreated.

When the Exploration Sword saw the strong men guarding the entrance swaying leisurely, Zhao Fan chuckled and flipped out of the window just now.

Instead of going downstairs, he climbed towards the two spires in front of the house at an extremely fast speed.

There were also people patrolling around the courtyard wall and in the yard below, but Zhao Fan was too fast, with the help of the special footwork of Zhuanxu's stewards, and it took him less than two seconds to reach the attic of the spire.

I just pulled the 24 rifle out of a bundled scroll. Before I could aim at it, a huge buzzing sound suddenly sounded in my ears, and my body fell to the ground in shock.

The sound came from the speaker behind him, and the buzzing sound echoed throughout the manor. The people attending the cocktail party below were all surprised and stood there looking around, not knowing what was going on.

"It's quite advanced!"

Zhao Fan, who was lying flat on the tower, had already discovered what the problem was. When the investigation technique saw that the open safe door was clattering at the moment, the lock tongues around him continued to stretch, and the red light around the iron door was constantly flashing.

The safe that I thought had been cracked finally played its role. After more than a minute, it seemed that some kind of program was triggered and the alarm system was turned on.

When the Exploration Shu saw Xiang Desheng explaining a few words to the two strong men who were approaching quickly, he turned around and rushed into the house. Zhao Fan knew that he had lost the opportunity to snipe him from a distance.

Zhao Fan muttered, raised the rifle in his hand, stood up and aimed at He Jingzhi at the edge of the swimming pool below.

He Jingzhi had just made several million yuan, and he was in a good mood. He only recognized money and had the martial arts skills of the Ming Dynasty. He didn't take the chaos at this time seriously and did not intend to pay attention to it. He still touched a young girl as if no one else. The girl had a forced smile on her face, but her brows were slightly frowning.

"puff!"

The moment the gunshot sounded after the sound was silent, a small hole appeared in He Jingzhi's eyebrows. The big blood flowers and the entire back of his head turned into a blood mist, sprinkled with half a blue and white striped leisure chair, and he still had a comfortable smile on his face.

"ah!"

The girl who was forcibly held in He Jingzhi's arms collapsed on the ground for nearly two seconds before she let out a hysterical scream. The eyes of the crowd with a confused look were all attracted by the scream, and then the screams became one after another.

Countless people shouted loudly like flies, running around. I don’t know how many people were knocked to the ground, nor how many people were trampled and screamed. The darkness of human nature was unconcealed in Zhao Fan’s eyes on the tower at this moment.

Experience value 82

The system prompted the sound, but Zhao Fan's expression did not change at all. The gun had already aimed at He Qiudan, who was blocked by the crowd running wildly.

After seeing He Jingzhi being killed, the man let out a roar and rushed towards the leisure chair.

"puff!"

It was at this moment that Zhao Fan was waiting for and decisively pulled the trigger.

But this time, he missed.

In the face of life and death, the instinct of survival will overcome reason.

The moment He Qiudan rushed out, several thoughts had already turned around in his mind. He suddenly thought that his head could not stop the bullets, and he subconsciously paused.

A bullet passed along his forehead, and the moment the scorching sting appeared, the blood was sprinkled like rain. He was fascinated by the blood and felt that the whole world had turned into blood red, and the huge fear almost made him lose all his strength.

He was covered in cold sweat and let out a howl like a beast from his mouth. He fell to the ground and rolled, and fell into the swimming pool very close to him with a thud.

After all, this man was a master of the Ming Dynasty. The moment he rolled on the ground, he also returned to a ray of Qingming. He judged the direction of the bullets, and his eyes naturally looked towards the direction of the tower.

With blood-red eyes, he saw Zhao Fan's chuckling face on the top of the tower.

"He's on the tower, he's on the tower!"

After falling into the water, He Qiudan tightened to the corner of the swimming pool, with his back facing Zhao Fan, and made a sharp shout from his mouth.

The crowd in the square fled everywhere in panic, and the strong men patrolling the outside also hurried behind the courtyard wall, not daring to show up.

Xiang Desheng had only a few guns in his hand, and this was Huaxia. No matter how brave he was, he would only hold a cocktail party, but he would not dare to let a group of subordinates patrol his manor with guns.

At this moment, everyone knows that Zhao Fan is on the tower, but he has no way to do anything to him, and he doesn't even dare to scold him. Who can guarantee that Zhao Fan will give him a bullet after he speaks?

"How is it possible? After being hit by the Body-Devouring Gu for so long, how could he still kill someone?"

He Qiudan's body trembled, and the water in the entire swimming pool was rippling, muttering to himself like a demonic obstacle.

"call out!"

Zhao Fan leaned down on his body, covering his face, and shot another shot on He Qiudan's scalp that was emerging.

"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead!"

He Qiudan, whose big bunny hair was flying all over the sky, and his scalp was knocked out of a groove, looked at the bright red spots in the swimming pool. He was so scared that his face was gone, and hissed and screamed with all his might. He hurriedly sank into the water, gurgling and gusting, and didn't know how many saliva they had drunk.

"Let me go, I will give you all my money, and I will never provoke you again in the future. Please let me go!"

At this moment, he was panicked and frightened to the extreme. Even if He Qiudan was a master of Mingjin, he couldn't hold it in long under the water. After it surfaced, he grabbed it with one hand on the edge of the swimming pool, shrank his head vigorously, and gasped and cried loudly.

"I actually reached my house and killed him no matter who it was, and killed him at all costs!"

At this time, Xiang Desheng had already seen the empty vault. Looking at the savings of most of his life, he only had two or three large works of art left. He felt that the whole world had collapsed. He reached out to hit the door of the vault that was still open and thumped wildly, and howled in his mouth.

The strong men guarding the third floor saw Xiang Desheng looking at them with crazy murderous intent, and their bodies trembled. They gritted their teeth and took out the pistol from their waists, climbed up the roof along the stairs.

There were too many people here, and Zhao Fan was still worried. He pulled off half of his T-shirt and tied it to his face. With the screams of countless people, he jumped down from the tower.

He Qiudan in the swimming pool was still begging for mercy, and he heard a ploppy sound of falling into the water in his ears. The large splash of water charmed his eyes. As soon as he reached out to wipe it, he saw Zhao Fan's cold eyes.

"ah!"

He recognized these eyes, screamed in his mouth, and his hands, which were squeezing at the edge of the pool, suddenly exerted force, as if he was escaping from here.

As soon as his body jumped up, a silver light flashed, and a slender steel needle penetrated into his eyebrows. When he jumped high, he had no sound when he landed on the ground, and his wide eyes were still filled with fear and regret.

Experience value 82

After killing He Qiudan, Zhao Fan did not stop. After jumping out of the swimming pool, he rushed towards the direction of the house. The deafening gunshots on the roof of the building had already sounded, screams and screams everywhere, and countless people were running away frantically.

As soon as he rushed to the door, Zhao Fan stopped.

The exploration technique could see clearly. Xiang Desheng, who had murderous intent on his face, just rushed to the window when he saw Zhao Fan in the swimming pool. He was too impressed by this person. Even if he couldn't see the specific face, he recognized him immediately. When his body shook, his face changed a tragic change. He turned around and rushed into a secret door behind him as fast as possible.

This secret door is only more than one person wide. When Zhao Fan used the exploration technique to check it out, he thought it was something like a weak electric well, so he didn't pay much attention.

When he knew this, he realized that this thing was actually the escape passage of Xiang Desheng. After Xiang Desheng entered the secret door, he grabbed the two handles without stopping, and slid down the wire rope that had been prepared long ago.

When Zhao Fan was still thinking about whether to follow in, the roar of the engine came from the underground. Then he saw a motorboat roaring from the depths of the ground, and entered the artificially dug river channel, rushing towards the Xiling River with no chance.

"This escape passage is really advanced, even I was fooled!"

Zhao Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly, regardless of the fear of the people around him, his feet kept stomping on his feet and disappeared across the courtyard wall.

The entire land here was bought and developed by Desheng, and he paid for the money to dig up this artificial river. Everyone thinks that he has a unique investment vision and has made a lot of money. Who can imagine that this artificial river is also his escape channel?

Luxury manors, rare landscape plants and various rockery landscapes will naturally not be missing.

Zhao Fan casually found a place with dense plants, took out a few pretty intact clothes from his backpack and changed it. He even put a piece of the brand-name watch he had just got on his hand, and then he swaggered into the parking lot and got into the car.

The sound of whimpering in the big horn on the top of the mountain was still ringing throughout the night sky, and countless cars on the road below were also honking the horns wildly.

The noise this time was too big, so there was no need to mention the people attending Xiang Desheng's cocktail party. Even the nouveau riche around him did not care about this scene and ran away first.

It sounds a bit funny. The bridge on the artificial river was traffic jam. Everyone wanted to run first, everyone wanted to squeeze in front, and then no one could leave.

Zhao Fan was also a little depressed, he was hungry.

At noon, I had Western food with Lin Shiqi, and the thing was ate in mood. After eating a piece of steak, I didn’t feel much. Later, I experienced so much, but now it was already early in the morning. He was so hungry that he was even dizzy.

After pressing the horn several times, Zhao Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly, took out the notebooks from his backpack and got them from Xiang Desheng's vault.

"Oh, no wonder I put a few broken notebooks in the vault and locked them. It's really a fatal thing!"

After taking a look at it casually, Zhao Fan raised his eyebrows and muttered.

These ordinary notebooks are all account books, recording Xiang Desheng’s funds transaction accounts for several years. These accounts are naturally shameful accounts.
Chapter completed!