A wave of ghosts and wolves was heard in the small building soon, and Zhao Fan finally surrendered under the old man's tyranny.

He went out with a dark face and wandered around the house for a few times, looked up at the roof. His eyes rolled and he laughed quickly, as if he had stolen a fox.

The supper was a work meal that Mu Qingya arranged for the people in the factory to deliver. The master and apprentice were already trying to get excited. They stared at each other and finished their meal with gritted teeth. They each started preparing.

Seeing the old man tied his special belt around his waist, which was densely packed with steel needles. Zhao Fan smiled and went to the balcony behind the second floor, took Zhuanxu's steering step, jumped up in the air, put his fingers on the edge of the eaves, and went to the roof.

This is an industrial area, and not far away is the factory of Mu's Enterprise. At night, there are not many people here. At around 8 o'clock in the evening, there is no one left.

The other party did not let them wait for a long time. After less than ten o'clock, Zhao Fan, who had been watching the stars on the roof for three hours, took advantage of the faint light from the street lights on the factory area and saw more than a dozen figures rushing up from behind the hill.

"Here you come!"

All the lights in the room were turned off. The old man standing on the balcony on the second floor also saw these people. He was afraid that Zhao Fan would not notice it, so he lowered his voice and said in a low voice.

"puff!"

A faint sound like a tire leaked air sounded above the head. The old man saw a black shadow not far away and fell to the ground. His expression moved, he let out a soft hum, raised his hand and slapped the balcony railing in front of him.

Being fooled!

If the situation was not for the special time, the old man would have wanted to climb to the top of the building and pull Zhao Fan down and beat him up.

I agreed to play two people, but you used a gun. Is there anyone as shameless as you?

Zhao Fan, who was lying on the roof, held the 24 and continued to aim. After a slight sound, another unlucky guy fell to the ground. He glanced at the more than 20 bullets left at hand, and could imagine the old man's expression at this time with his eyes closed, and he burst out laughing.

The old man only said that he would compete with him for who had caught more, but he did not say that he was not allowed to use guns.

The house is on the hillside, and the surroundings are flat sunny. The roof is an excellent sniper position. Is it not necessary to have a gun? With the help of exploration and this 24, those who think they are silent are just living targets in his eyes.

The sound of gunfire sounds followed one after another, and Zhao Fan could hear the old man downstairs snorting angrily with each gunshot.

After those who rushed towards the mountain knew that there was a sniper, they wanted to approach in a coquettish way at first. However, Zhao Fan's moving and shooting ability quickly made them desperate. They could not hear the gunshots, but they could see their companions falling one after another.

Money and fate, life is more important!

After more than ten deaths, the other party finally began to turn around and retreat.

The sound of puff guns also sounded from the crowd of the other party. The whistling bullets quickly broke the window glass and made a buzzing sound. The roof tiles were also broken a lot and fell on the attic of the house, making a buzzing sound.

Zhao Fan didn't even move, the magazine had been changed once, and the other party just fell down fourteen people, and he didn't even shoot a single shot. Basically, whoever took the gun died first. The so-called cover retreat was a joke in front of him.

After a leisurely installation of magazines, the last three remaining people had just run to the near the parked car in the dark.

The old man hid behind the wall, stopped after hearing the gunshots on the rooftop three times, and raised his head with a little fire and shouted: "Is it over?"

"It's useless to keep a living mouth. If you don't kill it, can you still waste food?"

Zhao Fan slipped down the eaves, shook the sniper rifle in his hand proudly, and looked at the old man's old face that was getting darker in the night, and laughed.

"This game just now doesn't count. Someone will come later, so no guns are allowed."

The old man snorted and said a little crazy.

"I knew you would do this. I didn't have many bullets anyway, so I didn't plan to use it."

Zhao Fan curled his lips and threw the sniper rifle on the bed in the bedroom on the second floor, and jumped off the balcony.

"What are you doing?"

The old man was a little puzzled and shouted to his back.

"Look at what it is. Since you are going to be ruthless, you must let them really know the pain."

Zhao Fan waved his hand to the old man and ran quickly down the mountain.

"The tattoo in the shape of a red nebula is the quicksand mercenary group. Their hometown is not far from where you are now. In two hours, I will hear the news that this mercenary group has disappeared."

After a while, Zhao Fan took out the phone and dialed. The biting chill in his tone made the night color even more intense.

Instead of going back to the small building, he walked to the parking position of the other party, carried the body on the ground and threw it into the ditch on the side of the road, and then sat in the car beside him.

The slight roar of the car appeared again not long after. Zhao Fan's body, who was slightly narrowing, instantly bounced up and rushed towards the jeep that had not stopped yet.

The other party had already seen the two cars parked here, and they felt something unusual and were still hesitating. Then they saw Zhao Fan rushing towards the jeep that was still speeding.

This scene is a bit like a car accident master holding his head and hitting his head on the front of the car.

The driver with a fat face was sneered at the corner of his mouth, and stepped on the accelerator. The car roared and rushed towards him faster.

Just when the other party thought he wanted to kill Zhao Fan and died, he saw him stepping on his feet and flew into the air and hit the windshield.

In this short moment, he even flipped in the air, and a pair of forty-three-yard big feet appeared in front of the driver, almost completely blocking his vision.

Just as the man turned in a hurry, the windshield of the jeep roared, and he stepped on it, and his feet stepped on the man's chest and throat accurately.

The cracking sound of bone cracks was still so clear amid the roar of the jeep. The guns in the hands of the remaining people in the car had just pointed at Zhao Fan.

The filmed windshield did not break into pieces. Zhao Fan turned his body and pounded his hands suddenly. While the other half of the windshield broke, his hands also reached into the car. The man sitting in the passenger seat only screamed, and he broke his throat.

The sound of gunfire sounded, and Zhao Fan flipped over the hood. When he was lying down, his limbs were exerting force at the same time, and his body jumped high in an instant.

The jeep was running at a very fast speed whizzing past him, and when it landed, it heard a roar. The car collided with the two cars that the group of people just heard on the roadside.

The front wheel bumped on the hood of the black car, and the jeep overturned to the ground. Mars splashed, and a sharp friction sound, it slid along the road for more than ten meters.

Zhao Fan twisted his neck and made a light crackling sound. He walked slowly to the side of the jeep. When he arrived, the door opened from above. A hand holding a gun first reached out and aimed at the direction he was in.

At the same time, the other three people in the car didn't come out at all, and directly aimed at Zhao Fan from the rooftop and fired.

The roof of the jeep after the rollover was facing the position where Zhao Fan stood, and he had almost no room to hide.

He did not hide. These people were using pistols. The 9-pistol bullets hit their bodies very painful. However, with his current defense, this bullet could no longer hurt him.

He stepped onto the jeep standing on the side. Before the other party could react, the hand that was stretched out outside the car door was possessed by him and caught in his hand. A low shout came out of his mouth, and a sudden pull like a radish was pulled. The sound of bone cracks and dull collision sounds sounded almost at the same time, making people feel cold in their hearts.

Zhao Fan calmly let go, and the man fell back into the car softly.

He originally wanted to pull out this "radish", but he didn't expect that after he grabbed the hand, he subconsciously supported the car door with his other hand. His power was too terrifying. With a fierce pull, the man's arms broke, and his head hit the car door frame and opened, and he hung it directly.

Fear, fear that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

After embarking on this road, anyone can say that they are not afraid of death. They dare to break into China, which is called the forbidden place of mercenaries. These people also know that they are fighting for wealth with their lives. But when they truly saw Zhao Fan's brutal and cruel killing methods, the three people in the car couldn't help but tremble wildly.

The fifteen bullets inside the pistol had already been shot, and they were as if they were like the god of death outside, but they were not injured at all.

"Anusby, it's Anusby!"

The screams of terror almost ran through the night sky, and the few people in the car suddenly remembered the legend of the dark world. At this time, they were not like mercenaries and killers, but like small animals locked in the cage, huddling tightly in the car and trembling.

The violent shaking of the vehicle made their hearts tremble, and then their bodies lost their center. After a loud bang, the jeep was covered on the ground with four wheels facing the sky.

"Sir, please spare me, please spare me!"

"We will leave immediately, and we will never dare to step into China again in the future."

"Sir, we really don't know that you are here. Stop your anger, calm your anger!"

Through the broken car window glass, the few people who finally turned their heads saw Zhao Fan's eyes that did not contain any human emotions. As his hands reached into the car calmly, the few people shrank back frantically while shouting loudly.

The roof of the car was only so big, and there were three people and a corpse on the other side. Where could they escape from Zhao Fan's reaching out in the crowd?

The person closest to the car window was easily grabbed by Zhao Fan. The roar and screams sounded almost at the same time. When Zhao Fan pulled the man out, he pulled down the door of the jeep.

Without the car door, the last two people inside had no chance of hiding.

Since they had called that name, they knew that the person in front of them was definitely not what they had dealt with. In extreme horror, they even forgot that the gun in their hands had no bullets, and they still pulled the trigger frantically, and the pistol made a crisp sound.

Zhao Fan calmly grabbed the feet of the two people and dragged them out. After two crisp sounds, the whole world returned to tranquility. Only this jeep was still wailing.

On the fifth day after entering the dark world, Zhao Fan already understood that no one was innocent in that world.

Killing these people in front of him, his emotions did not fluctuate at all, and he did not stop at all.

Just as he was dealing with the six people in the jeep, countless people were rushing towards the small building on the mountain. A few screams came from the direction of the small building, and the old man had already started to take action.

"I believe you all know where their hometown is, before dawn tomorrow, I will receive your reply."

After glanced at the surging crowds on the mountain, Zhao Fan took out a cigarette and lit it, made another call, and then flashed towards the direction of the small building on the top of the mountain with the cigarette in his mouth.
Chapter completed!