At the moment when the gunshots sounded, Zhao Fan fitted on Lin Shiqi without any hesitation. His broad body completely protected her, and he didn't care about the bullets that kept falling on his back, pushing her hard to the bottom of the Tiguan car.

"Zhao Fan!"

When Zhao Fan used his body to block the bullet for her, Lin Shiqi screamed loudly. She opened her mouth and inhaled hard, but she felt that she seemed to be trapped in a vacuum, her whole chest was in a severe pain like a knife, and she was about to suffocate.

"I told you to run away, I told you to run away! Why are you so stupid?"

The shrill cry echoed in the factory, and the people in the factory walked towards Zhao Fan who was still motionless on the ground with cold expressions.

"Hurry up and get rid of this woman, and evacuate quickly! This place has been exposed. If we delay any further, none of us will leave!"

Brother Hua quickly walked to Zhao Fan with a pistol. The pistol in his hand was aimed at Lin Shiqi, who looked sad, and his raised foot was about to kick Zhao Fan.

"It hurts so much!"

An inappropriate voice rang out slowly, Brother Hua felt his body suddenly stiffen, and then he saw Zhao Fan, who should have been dead, suddenly turned over and reached out to grab the foot he kicked out.

Zhao Fan's voice was very light, but it was like a thunderclap in everyone's ears in the factory. Everyone was so scared that they kept trembling all over, and their bodies began to retreat without realizing it.

"Even bullets can't be killed? How is that possible? Are we damn?"

"Ghost, it's hell. We must have been hell!"

Screams rang everywhere in the factory. Zhao Fan climbed up from the ground with a casual support. Brother Hua, who had a dull expression, had been grabbed by him in his hand. After getting up, he did not delay at all, and directly threw the man on the ground.

"Shoot, shoot quickly!"

Brother Hua was very strong, and his body had an intimate contact with the hard ground, but he had not fainted yet. The gun in his hand pointed at Zhao Fan again, and howled loudly in his mouth almost crazy.

Zhao Fan raised his foot and kicked the sand eagle in his hand away. The rapidly rotating pistol hit a bad guy's forehead. The guy with blood on his head basically fell straight to the ground without even having time to hum.

The toes hooked again, and Brother Hua, who was lying at his feet, was hooked and flew up, and he ran towards the group of people who were already holding the gun.

Brother Hua should be the heaviest among these people. When he saw him flying towards him, how could those people dare to shoot? The bullets don’t have eyes!

Just a brief hesitation brought them a catastrophe. Although the ending was already destined, they also created a better opportunity for Zhao Fan. When they hurriedly caught Brother Hua who was flying in the air, they looked up and saw Zhao Fan's eyes that were so cold that they made people feel cold in their bones.

If it weren't for protecting Lin Shiqi, these people wouldn't even have a chance to shoot.

Now that Zhao Fan has rushed closer, he is really like a evil wolf rushing into the flock of sheep.

Originally, watching him get shot to death, the psychological impact has already left these people's brains blank. In addition, Zhao Fan's simple, direct and extremely fast moves, after a few ups and downs, no one here can stand.

"How the hell did he do it?"

Everyone, including Lin Shiqi who looked at Zhao Fan with a dull expression under the car, had the same idea in their hearts. Guns are almost invincible weapons in this era. As long as they are hit by bullets, the chances of survival are slim.

Although those people in movies and TV dramas can still beat up a few opponents with great might after being hit by bullets, the reality is much more cruel than that.

After the large-caliber bullet hits the body, the powerful impact force and rotation force are like a rushing car that hits a point, which can almost completely shatter your internal organs in the blink of an eye. Where can there be any chance of survival?

Even a small-caliber bullet hits a person's body, what follows is a huge pain that you can't even shout. Even if a person with strong willpower is unable to do any other action based on his will, he will even be in shock.

But now, this incredible thing happened before my eyes!

There is no doubt that Zhao Fan was shot. Everyone was not blind. They saw clearly and knew that more than one bullet hit him!

Most people have long become sieves, but he strangely got up from the ground and was able to solve all the opponents in front of him.

"Crazy zombie!"

This is the only word that the people in the factory subconsciously thought of.

Lin Shiqi also thought of this word unknowingly. She was behind Zhao Fan. You could see Zhao Fan's clothes full of bullet holes at a glance. The direction of her back was completely soaked in blood. The red blood was dripping along the hem of the clothes.

There was no fear, only endless sadness. This sadness made her breathing difficult and her body felt chills.

"Is there anyone named Xiao here?"

Zhao Fan had no time to pay attention to the thoughts of these people, and walked casually to a tall and thin man in a floral shirt. He held his body and looked at the guy who was howling in cold sweat after his hands and feet broke, and asked faintly.

The guy's muscles were twitching and trembling in pain. Hearing Zhao Fan's question, he didn't react for a while.

So, he didn't have to react anymore. Zhao Fan took a casual step, and his forty-three-yard big feet stepped on his neck.

The crackling sound was extremely clear. That man would never have thought that he would die so cowardly.

Zhao Fan did not look at this person any more, and walked over without stopping at all. The expression on his face did not change at all. It seemed that he had just stepped on a mosquito to death just now.

There are all a group of desperate people here, and the deaths are not a terrible thing for them.

But there is all the difference between death of others and death of yourself! What makes them feel cold from the bottom of their hearts is Zhao Fan's indifference that makes people feel cold in their hearts. They know very well that it is a real and complete indifference to life.

And this kind of indifference can also be said to be a murderous aura. I don’t know how many lives it takes to accumulate to make this murderous aura appear on a person.

"Is there anyone named Xiao here?"

Zhao Fan looked at the other person in front of him again, his tone as plain as ever, and he was still asking the same question just now.

"No, no!"

Who dared to hesitate at this time? Before Zhao Fan could finish his words, the man shouted in panic. The heat on his pants was steaming, and a foul stench began to spread as he spoke.

"It's so disgusting!"

Zhao Fan lost interest in asking this person for questions, and stood up and took another step!

"don't want……"

The guy who was so scared that he begged for mercy was only halfway through the sound of his neck being trampled by Zhao Fan.

"Don't kill me, I'll say everything, I'll say everything!"

Zhao Fan arrived in front of the third person. This time, before he could speak, the man was already screaming loudly. Although his legs were broken, he was sweating all over his body, but he still used all his strength to hold it tightly, for fear that he would accidentally disgust Zhao Fan and lose his life.

"Who can contact the people from the Xiao family here?"

Zhao Fan smiled on his face, looking very kind, but the person in front of him was so scared that he couldn't stop trembling all over his body.

The man looked at Brother Hua who was lying half-dead on the ground as fast as possible, and shouted loudly: "Brother Hua, Brother Hua can contact them!"

"Very good, you can die!"

Zhao Fan nodded. When the man heard the word "very good", he was relieved. But then he heard the next half sentence, which made Zhao Fan's feet fall on his neck.

"Don't come over. If you kill me, the Xiao family will never let you go!"

Brother Hua's black-edged glasses had already flown where they were. There were highly myopic eyes in his deep eyes. He could only see a blurry shadow constantly approaching him, like a ghost crawling out of hell to seek his life.

He was lucky, at least he only broke one leg now.

The intact hands and one leg were swaying on the ground, and the body was desperately shrank back. We struggled all the way from the ground full of glass fragments, leaving behind a bright red bloody road.

"It seems that if I don't kill you, the Xiao family will let me go!"

Zhao Fan curled his lips, raised his foot and stepped on Brother Hua's intact leg.

"I said, I said, I will call the third master immediately!"

Feeling the pain in his legs, Brother Hua only stood firm for a second and then became timid.

However, since Zhao Fan had stretched out his feet, he would not have retracted it like this. A crisp crackling sound rang out, and Brother Hua also howled loudly.

"I'm smart, did I ask you to call him?"

Zhao Fan looked at Brother Hua's two broken legs with the same shape, feeling much more comfortable and nodded with satisfaction.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me, you can do whatever you want me to do! I'm just a small character, just think I'm a big fuck and let me go!"

In the face of the threat of death, people can always burst out with unprecedented potential. Although Brother Hua was in pain at this moment, he still forced himself to beg for mercy loudly, wanting to survive.

"Master Three called you, and said I'd blow up their factory and let him come here!"

Zhao Fan squatted beside Brother Hua and said lightly.

Brother Hua is going crazy. Didn’t you just say that I was smart? Didn’t you say that you don’t need to call the third master? Then what do you mean now? How unfair was my leg broken?

He had already scolded Zhao Fan's ancestors in his heart, but he did not dare to hesitate at all in his hands. He took out the phone from his pants pocket tremblingly.

When he saw the phone with a broken screen, his whole body trembled violently. He looked at Zhao Fan in fear and pressed the phone wake button with his hand. Seeing the screen on the phone light up, his face was filled with an ecstasy look, feeling like he was escaping from death.

He trembled and turned out the phone number. After hearing the sound of the phone being connected, he looked at Zhao Fan hesitantly again.

Because he didn't know what he should say after the phone was called, he was afraid that he would accidentally say the wrong thing, so the person in front of him would step on him to death.

"Hey, Ah Hua? Tell me if you have anything to do, I'm very busy now!"

Zhao Fan avoided the phone from Brother Hua and put it in his ear. After hearing the voice of the third son of the Xiao family, he hung up the phone gently with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!