However, Blood Eagle was still a master after all, and did not disappoint him. Under the faint light, Zhao Fan saw him looking up and quickly reached out to cover his shoulders, with a look of pain on his face.

"Die!" Blood Eagle finally confirmed that the person in front of him was not invulnerable to swords and guns, and instantly found confidence. His disordered mood calmed down. A dagger was whistled by him and swung it around Zhao Fan quickly.

Zhao Fan had already experienced this kind of thing. While making a muffled groan, he occasionally fought back. As long as he took action, he would greet the Blood Eagle's face.

The Blood Eagle, who had been flew away from the night vision goggles, couldn't tell whether Zhao Fan was really injured. He was beaten to the point of being blue and swollen. He was furious and had already fallen into madness. He was attacked at Zhao Fan's fatal vitals.

Experience value 15

Experience value 15

Experience value 15...

Zhao Fan was in pain and happiness.

The Blood Eagle is indeed very strong, and the dagger in his hand is not an ordinary dagger. Every time he is stabbed, Zhao Fan will feel a burst of pain. But the comfortable feeling of electric current flowing makes him enjoy it incredibly.

But Blood Eagle is also a human being. If he takes action like this, he will be tired.

Time passed by minute by minute. Seeing that Zhao Fan seemed to fall down at any time, he was still a little short of it. The panting blood eagle couldn't help but let out a roar.

"What are you doing? Is it okay to let people sleep when I make people sleep?" Mr. Zhao on the first floor had a very light sleep. Zhao Fan and Blood Eagle made such a fuss. After whispering on the bed for a while, he finally couldn't help but get up and turn on the lights, jumped out the window and cursed wildly.

The moment the lights were on, Zhao Fan and Xue Ying took a few steps at the same time and leaned against both sides of the window.

Uncle Zhao opened the window and looked outside for a few moments, but saw nothing. He cursed loudly and closed the window with a slam.

The people in the room turned off the lights, and the outside of the window became dark again, and the two people looked at each other quietly through the window.

Both of them were cursing in their hearts.

The night color gave Zhao Fan a good chance. The Blood Eagle without night vision goggles could not see clearly what he was doing. As long as he pretended to be weaker, he could drag him on and continue to fight. The experience value could be increased by fifteen, and more than one thousand five hundred experience values ​​were obtained.

Now, when the light shone outside the window, he saw the look of surprise on the face of Blood Eagle, and even more shocked in his eyes. As soon as the light dimmed, the man shrank back quietly, obviously preparing to run away.

"Damn it, I've hit me seventy-six times, and it's only twenty times before it's complete. Mr. Zhao, you've been holding it for so long, can't you hold it on for a while?"

"What kind of monster is this? You are already invulnerable to swords and guns. You are coaxing me to fight for so much time. What kind of evil is it?" When the lights came out, when the blood eagle saw that although his clothes were not cut into strips and hung on his body, he didn't even have a trace of blood, the Blood Eagle was already cursing in his heart.

Fortunately, you were so miserable just now. You were so energetic, so how could you look a little injured? After cutting these many knives, you didn’t even pierce the skin, and you even got a yarn!

"Or why don't I fight back, how many more do you hit me?" Zhao Fan raised his hands high and walked towards the Blood Eagle, while whispering.

"Abnormal, I won't play with you anymore!" Blood Eagle finally gave up, spat hard in the direction of Zhao Fan, turned around and ran away.

"I'll go, you're a master at least? If you can't win, spit. Are you embarrassed to throw it away?" Zhao Fan's complaining voice rang in his ears. The blood eagle's hair was scattering its feet and scattering its hair, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in its eyes. He reached out and touched his waist.

"There are still weapons? Take them out sooner! Come on, I really won't fight back, you can continue!" Zhao Fan, who was following the Blood Eagle leisurely, saw his movements, and a hint of joy flashed across his face and shouted happily.

"Die for me!" Blood Eagle roared angrily and turned around quickly. The one in Ping's hand was actually holding a pistol.

"More than three hundred experiences are gone!" Zhao Fan's eyebrows stood up, his face suddenly became cold, and at the same time he sighed unwillingly.

If you are hit by a gun, the system will not increase his experience value. Moreover, this thing is powerful, and it will hurt after being hit. Otherwise, in the Middle East where artillery fire is everywhere, you will randomly provoke an army or something and get fired by someone. Although you will get hurt, the system will probably not know how many times it has been upgraded.

The gun had already been fired, and the Blood Eagle no longer wanted to talk nonsense to Zhao Fan. He tried his best to pull the trigger with a slight force of his fingers.

He felt a little distressed. In China, it was really not easy to get this thing, and every bullet was particularly valuable. If he hadn't felt the threat of death from Zhao Fan, he wouldn't have been willing to touch this thing.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, he felt a flash in front of him and his gun lost his target. Before he could look around, he felt a lighter in his hand, and the pistol clearly holding it tightly disappeared.

"Yalikin "Grachi", standard number 6P35, Russian military guns! Even this kind of thing can be obtained. Xiang Desheng really has contact with the people in Siberia!" Zhao Fan's leisurely voice sounded beside him, and the blood eagle jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on.

He heard the sound of metal falling to the ground in his ears. When the blood eagle looked at the night, he saw Zhao Fan's hands dancing casually like a magician. In just a few blinks, a pistol was dismantled into parts and thrown on the ground.

"Tell me, Xiang Desheng and Siberian mercenary have any contact with me, so I can also let me see it!" Zhao Fan saw that the lights of several houses in the yard had already started, and knew that it would be meaningless to continue like this. He gave up the idea of ​​collecting experience points and looked at the Blood Eagle casually and asked calmly.

"If you want to kill, kill!" Xueying knew that he could not escape from Zhao Fan's palm. He took a deep breath, his eyes became indifferent again, and he said coldly as he looked at Zhao Fan.

"Damn, don't give up like this. You have a chance to rescue me! If you say something casually, I'll be happy to hear it. I will really let you go!" Zhao Fan was like a big bad wolf who lured Little Red Riding Hood. His tone should be as gentle as it should. The cold-faced Blood Eagle couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"With your ability, you are definitely not an ordinary person. So you should also know what the consequences will be if a person like us betrays the organization! Although I am very afraid of death, when I reach this point, I also know that you will never let me go. Take action quickly!" Blood Eagle chuckled, his tone calm.

"It's really boring!" Zhao Fan shook his head and instantly arrived at the Blood Eagle.

With a few crisp sounds, Zhao Fan almost casually broke the Blood Eagle's arms and kicked his legs.

This man was quite tough. Although he groaned a few times, he never begged for mercy and did not scream.

His body trembled slightly, his eyes still looked at Zhao Fan indifferently, and said lightly: "All the pain you have added to me will be taken back by someone for me, along with my interests!"

Experience value 15

When Zhao Fan heard the system's prompt sound, he was still worried about the 360 ​​experience points he had not obtained. He was too lazy to pay attention to this person's threat. He complained to Mr. Zhao, who suddenly turned on the light and disturbed him to collect experience points.

"I caught a little shrimp from Siberia. Are you interested in learning about it?" Zhang Yelei's voice was heard from the receiver, and Zhao Fan said leisurely.

When the Blood Eagle heard Zhao Fan's phone call, there was not much change in expression on his face. However, the severe pain was tormenting him all the time, so he couldn't help but move for a while.

Then, Zhao Fan flashed, then came to him, reached out to grab his chin and pulled and twisted it. Then his chin was dislocated and his mouth could not be closed.

Seeing Zhao Fan holding the flashlight with his cell phone and checking something in his mouth like a dentist, Blood Eagle instantly knew what he was looking for.

He was so nervous that he was dysfunctional by some strange thoughts that Zhao Fan occasionally popped up. Who was so fucked to pretend to be a denture and commit suicide with some poison? Do you have to chew it when you eat? If you accidentally bite it, how unfair it will be to die? Which boring novel did you read it?

"I really haven't. I've been searching for so many years, but I haven't seen such high-tech. It's a bit regretful!" Zhao Fan wiped his fingers on the Blood Eagle's clothes in disgust, his face full of disappointment.

In this brain circuit, are you really afraid that I will commit suicide or be disgusting...

Zhang Yelei came very quickly, there were many people coming, and the formation was even more. More than a dozen special police officers wearing bulletproof vests came. I thought there would be a big battle, but when I saw the Blood Eagle lying in the mud, I was stunned.

"I'll leave it to you, I'll go home to sleep! By the way, Lao Zhang, remember to invite him to dinner after being promoted!" Before a group of people could speak, Zhao Fan shouted at Zhang Yelei, who was also a little confused, turned around and ran away.

"Captain, this person is indeed a wanted killer by Interpol!" A young male policeman with eyes quickly slid the tablet in his hand, compared the photo of the side face with a somewhat blurry face on the screen, and said in surprise.

"Take it away, interrogate overnight!"

...

When he returned to the door of his home on the sixth floor, Zhao Fan realized that he did not have the key to his home.

I looked at my current image through the dim street lights and knew that if I woke up the family and saw him like this, I would probably have a better explanation.

He smiled bitterly, and from the thin iron wire that had untied the tap water pipes in the stairwell, he picked up a small piece of wood from the ground. He lay on the door and tampered, opened the door and slipped in.

"Xiaofan, if you want to drink water, there will be cold boiled water on the dining table. Your mother knows you want to drink water at night, so she has prepared it for you!" Zhao Aiguo's voice came out of the room.

Zhao Fan quickly responded vaguely. In the darkness, he saw a glass of cold boiled water containing conspicuous water on the dining table, and his heart was touched. This kind of care seemed very plain, but he had been enjoying this kind of care since he was a child.

"In less than a day after I came back, two groups of people came to the door. I have to think of ways to ensure the safety of my parents and Xiaorui!" Zhao Fan said in a low voice.

Although he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, Zhao Fan still opened his eyes on time in the morning.

However, as soon as she walked out of the room, she was stopped by Li Cuilan. She looked at Zhao Fan and smiled and said, "Sleep for a while! Don't worry, your dad won't lift your quilt now!"

Thinking of the embarrassing incident of Zhao Fan sleeping in at home and being thrown away by Zhao Aiguo, the whole family laughed so hard that they fell back and forth. Zhao Fan could not really go back to sleep. After so many years of hardship, he is no longer the boy who seemed to never wake up from back then.
Chapter completed!