At this moment, a Chevrolet car rushed towards it and stopped in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

Then a small flat head walked down directly, holding an old-fashioned scorpion-style *** in his hand.

"Brush!"

Everyone looked back and saw the *** in Xiao Pingtou's hand, and their eyes were stunned.

", why are you back?" Yang Zihong said excitedly as she looked at Xiao Pingtou.

The person who came was none other than Chen Fan, who had just arrived after traveling 2,000 kilometers from Yunnan and driving 24 hours a day.

"Thank you for your hard work, Zihong!" Xiao Pingtou glanced at the injured Yang Zihong and Xiaobai, frowned and asked, "What about my brother?"

"In the car, the injury is quite serious, if I am a minute late, your brother will probably collapse!" Yang Zihong said directly.

"Brush!"

Chen Fan's gaze swept over Li Feng, Cheng Bin, Zhou Feng and others, his face was gloomy to the extreme, and he scolded everyone with ***, "Fuck Nyima, the one who wants to kill my brother?

Quiet, quiet, silent! No one answered.

Zhou Feng moved, and was about to reply with a stalk around his neck, but before he could speak, Zhang Yuan stepped forward and pointed at Zhang Yuan and scolded, "I'm going to kill your brother?"

"Hehe!" After Chen Fan sneered twice, he raised the scorpion *** in his hand violently, and then pulled the trigger directly at Zhang Yuan.

"Da Da Da ......"

The muzzle of the gun sparked, and a row of bullets was fired, and the target was all Zhang Yuan's upper body.

"Puff puff!"

The sound of bullets entering his body came, Zhang Yuan's arm was raised, he didn't even say a word, he fell to the ground with a plop, his mouth and nose were bleeding constantly, and he obviously couldn't survive.

"Yuanzi!"

"Big brother!"

"I'm Nyima. ”

After everyone froze for two seconds, they let out an exclamation, and then Scarface, Zhou Feng and the others collectively raised their pistols to collapse Chen Fan.

At this time, the little yellow hair behind Chen Fan moved, holding the same weapons and equipment for Chen Fan, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the lower three roads of the crowd, and the trigger was directly pulled.

"Da Da Da .................."

The yellow-orange bullet was issued, and several people in the crowd fell directly to the ground or screamed with their legs, or lay on the ground and snorted, and even one who was unlucky and had a bad leg was completely broken by the bullet and fainted directly on the ground.

"Who else wants to try!?" After Huang Mao's row of bullets was finished, the people on the opposite side suddenly became dumbfounded, looked at the small broken gun in their hands, looked at the big broken gun in their hands, and were speechless for a while.

"Nyima, take a few broken guns, it's mixed society, it's a shame for a large group of people to bully a child!" Huang Mao looked at the people opposite and spit spit, his face full of contempt.

"Bang dang!!"

At this moment, the door of the car where Wang Yi was was opened, Wang Yi climbed down directly from the car, Chen Fan heard the movement, turned his head to look, and looked at Wang Yi.

"Brother. When Wang saw Chen Fan, tears flowed out of his eyes, and he cried and said to Chen Fan, "Wenya died, she died in front of me!

Chen Fan looked at Wang Yi covered in blood, especially the muzzle of the gun where his shoulder was tortured by Zhou Feng, and he was shocked.

"Don't worry, brother, my brother will give you a flat road when he comes back. Although Chen Fan didn't know who Wenya Wang Yi was talking about, Chen Fan knew in his heart that Wenya must be a very important person to Wang Yi.

"Nyima, who is called Zhou Feng, stand up and let me see!" Chen Fan finished speaking, his eyes swept over the opponent again, and he roared in a deep voice.

Zhou Feng hesitated, gritted his teeth and stood up directly.

"I'm Zhou Feng, and Wang Yi is what I'm going to kill. Zhou Feng paused for a moment and continued: "Wang Yi, this little cub tortured my son half to death, shouldn't I kill him?"

"It should!" Chen Fan replied directly, "Now that you haven't killed, I'm starting to kill you." ”

After Chen Fan finished speaking, he raised his *** and scolded Zhou Feng, "Remember, Lao Tzu's name is Chen Fan!"

The words fell, the gun rang out, and Zhou Feng died with a headshot, and his head fell off half of it.

"Big brother!" Scarface yelled as he lay on the ground.

"Zhou Feng!!" Cheng Bin glared angrily, old tears, friends and brothers for more than ten years, were beaten to death in front of him like this, Cheng Bin couldn't bear it, a stream of blood rushed straight to his head, and he gritted his teeth and wanted to shoot back with a gun, but Wang Mingyang held Cheng Bin's hand and didn't let him move.

"Brush!"

Chen Fan's eyes swept around, walked in front of Cheng Bin, looked at Cheng Bin and said softly, "Are you unconvinced?"

Cheng Bin looked up at Chen Fan, his fists clenched, his breathing was heavy, and he didn't say a word.

"Smack!"

The *** in Chen Fan's hand was directly on Cheng Bin's head, and he continued to roar, "Don't accept the words?

Silence, silence!

"I'm convinced! big brother!" Three seconds later, Cheng Bin lowered his head and shouted in convincing.

Cheng Bin served, he was in his forties, he was no longer the Cheng Bin who was not afraid of knives and guns in anger, now he has his own company, family, and children, in the face of Chen Fan, who is such an animal, he is trembling and scared, he is not willing to lose his good life and go to the bullets that harden the yellow, orange and orange, so Cheng Bin obeyed.

"Hey, just take it. Chen Fan humiliated Cheng Bin's head with a wound, and after saying a word with a smile, he turned back suddenly.

"Da ............"

Immediately afterwards, Chen Fan stood in place, the muzzle of the gun rushed into the sky, and a row of bullets suddenly burst out.

"Cao Nima, you all remember, my name is Chen Fan, if someone bullies my brother in the future, I, Chen Fan, will come back with guns and cannons at any time to gather you dog baskets, five hundred rounds of ammunition, ready for you at any time. ”

"Zihong, let's go. ”

After Chen Fan finished speaking, he greeted Yang Zihong, ignored the people around him, helped Wang Yi to turn around and leave.

"Brother, my friends are still in their hands. ”

"Where's the people!? Chen Fan turned around and asked again.

"Nyima, do you want me to say it a second time?" Chen Fan saw that no one replied, and shouted at everyone with the muzzle of the gun.

"On the Jinbei car next to it. This time, someone finally replied weakly.

"Go and bring someone to me, hurry. Chen Fan said to the other party.

The other party didn't say a word, pulled his legs and ran to the Jinbei car and began to release people.

Five minutes later, Da Zhuang, Guan Buzheng, Eyes and others ran to Wang Yi's side, and they didn't suffer anything.

"No, eyes, help me carry Wenya, let's go. Wang Yi pointed to Wen Ya's corpse, and whispered to Guan Buzheng and his eyes, just after speaking, tears were left at one time.

Zhang Yuan is dead, revenge, but Wenya is also dead, all this seems to have no meaning, Wang Yi was disheartened at this moment.

Ten minutes later, Chen Fan, Yang Zihong and others drove away.

Cheng Bin, Wang Mingyang, Scarface and others lifted the bodies of Zhou Feng and Zhang Yuan and prepared to leave, everyone's faces were more ugly than the other, and their emotions were lower than the other, three alliances, more than 20 people came, more than a dozen guns, and they didn't get things done, not to mention, Zhou Feng, who took the lead, also died in the hands of Chen Fan.

Chen Fan's name completely sounded in Z City!