Soon there was a ghost crying wolf howl in the small building, and Zhao Fan finally succumbed to the old man's obscenity.

He went out with a dark face and walked around the house a few times, looking up at the roof. His eyes rolled, and he soon laughed, like a fox stealing a chicken.

Dinner was a working meal sent by the people in the factory arranged by Mu Qingya, and the master and apprentice were already more energetic, glaring at each other and gritting their teeth to finish eating, and each began to prepare.

I saw that the old man tied his special belt around his waist, which was densely pinned with steel needles. Zhao Fan smiled, and when he arrived on the back balcony of the second floor, he took a horse step, jumped up in the air, put his fingers on the edge of the eaves, and flashed to the roof.

This is an industrial area, not far from the factory of Mu's enterprise, and at night there are not many people here at all. At eight o'clock in the evening, there was no one.

The other party didn't let them wait long, before ten o'clock, Zhao Fan, who had been watching the stars on the roof for three hours, saw more than a dozen figures rushing up from behind the hill by the faint light of the street lamps in the factory area.

"It's coming!"

All the lights in the house had been turned off, and the old man standing on the balcony on the second floor also saw these people, and he was afraid that Zhao Fan would not find out, so he lowered his voice and whispered.

"Poof!"

A faint sound like a flat tire sounded overhead, and the old man saw a black shadow not far away and fell directly to the ground. His expression moved, he let out a soft snort in his mouth, and slapped his palm on the balcony railing in front of him.

Fooled!

If it weren't for the special situation at this time, the old man would have climbed to the top of the building and pulled Zhao Fan down and beat him up.

said that the two of you competed, but you used a gun, are you so shameless?

Zhao Fan, who was lying on the roof, held the M24 and continued to aim, and after a soft sound, another unlucky egg fell to the ground. He glanced at the remaining twenty or so bullets in his hand, and with his eyes closed, he could imagine the old man's expression at this time, and he laughed out loud.

The old man only said that he would be more caught than him, but he didn't say that he was not allowed to use a gun.

The house is on the hillside, surrounded by Pingyang, and the roof is an excellent sniper position, don't you need a gun? With the help of detective skills, and this M24, those people who think they are silent are a live target in his eyes.

The puff of gunshots rang out one after another, and every time the gunshots rang out, Zhao Fan could hear the old man downstairs snorting angrily.

The people who were rushing towards the hill knew that there were snipers, and at first they wanted to get closer by their coquettish movements. It's just that Zhao Fan's mobile shooting ability quickly made them desperate, they couldn't hear the gunshots, but they could see the companions around them falling one after another.

Money and life, in the end, life is more important!

After more than a dozen deaths, the other party finally began to turn around and retract.

The sound of popping gunshots also rang out from the crowd on the other side, and the whistling bullets soon broke the glass of the windows, making a rattling sound. The roof tiles were also broken a lot, and they fell on the attic of the house with a clanging sound.

Zhao Fan didn't move, the magazine had already been changed once, and the other party just fell fourteen people, and he didn't even let go of a single shot. The other party is basically whoever holds the gun and dies first, and the so-called cover retreat is a joke in front of him.

After a long time to load the magazine, the last three people on the other side had just run near the car parked in the dark.

The old man hid behind the wall, listened to the gunshots on the roof of the building three times and then stopped, and raised his head in a little anger and shouted, "Killed?"

"It's useless to keep it alive, if you don't kill it, you can't keep it and waste food?"

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

"This game just now doesn't count, and when someone comes, no guns are allowed. ”

The old man snorted and said a little frantically.

"I knew you were going to do this, anyway, there were not many bullets, and I didn't plan to use them. ”

Zhao Fan smiled, threw the sniper rifle on the bed in the bedroom on the second floor, and jumped off the balcony again.

"What are you going for?"

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

"Look at what the way is, since you are going to be ruthless, you have to let them really know that it hurts. ”

Zhao Fan waved his hand with his back to the old man, and ran quickly towards the bottom of the mountain.

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

After a while, Zhao Fan took out the phone and dialed, and the biting chill in his tone made the night a little thicker.

He didn't go back to the small building, but walked to the place where the other party parked, carried the body on the ground and threw it into the ditch on the side of the road, and then sat in the car next to him.

It didn't take long for the slight roar of the car to appear again, and Zhao Fan's body, who was squinting slightly, bounced up in an instant, and rushed towards the jeep that had not stopped.

The other party had already seen the two cars parked here, and they were still hesitating when they felt a little abnormal, so they saw Zhao Fan rushing directly towards the jeep that was still speeding.

This scene is really a bit like a porcelain old man who hits the front of the car with his head.

With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car let out a roar and accelerated towards him.

Just when the other party thought that he was going to hit Zhao Fan to death, he saw him step on his feet, and he had already flown sideways towards the windshield.

In this short moment, he even made a volley flip, and a pair of forty-three-yard feet appeared in front of the driver's eyes, almost completely obscuring his vision.

Just as the man hurriedly turned, the windshield of the jeep roared, and he stepped on it, and his feet stepped on the man's chest and throat with precision.

The cracking sound of bones cracking was still so clear in the roar of the jeep, and the muzzles of the guns in the hands of the few remaining people in the car had just been aimed at Zhao Fan.

The windshield of the film was not shattered into slag, Zhao Fan turned his body, his hands were slammed off, and while the other half of the windshield was broken, his hands also reached into the car. The man in the passenger seat only had time to let out a scream before he had his throat slit.

The poofing gunshot rang out, Zhao Fan flipped over on the hood, and when he was in a prostrate state, his limbs exerted force at the same time, and his body instantly jumped high.

The jeep whizzed past him, and when he landed, he heard a roar, and the car collided with the two cars that the group had just heard on the side of the road.

The front wheel bumped against the hood of the black car, and the jeep flipped on its side. Sparks splashed, and in the tooth-aching friction sound, they slid down the road for a distance of more than ten meters.

Zhao Fan twisted his neck, made a soft clicking sound, and walked unhurriedly to the side of the jeep. When he arrived, the door opened from above, and a hand with a gun reached out first, aimed in his direction.

At the same time, the other three people in the car did not come out at all, and aimed directly at Zhao Fan from the sunroof of the car and shot at him.

The roof of the jeep after the rollover was facing the position where Zhao Fan was standing, and he barely had any room to dodge.

He didn't hide, these people were using pistols, and this 9mm pistol bullet hurt a lot on his body. But with his current defenses, the bullet couldn't hurt him anymore.

stepped onto the jeep standing on the side in one step, and before the other party could react, the hand stretched out outside the car door was possessed by him and fished in his hand. There was a low cry in his mouth, like a radish pulling, and the clattering bone cracking sound, dull crashing sound, and screams sounded almost at the same time, which made people's hearts chill for a while.

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

He originally wanted to pull out this "radish", but he didn't expect this person to subconsciously support the car door with his other hand after he grabbed his hand. His strength was too terrifying, and with a violent pull, the man's arms were all broken, and his head hit the door frame and blossomed, and he hung up directly.

Fear, fear that goes deep into the bone marrow.

After embarking on this path, anyone can say that they are not afraid of death. Dare to break into Huaxia, which is called a forbidden land for mercenaries, and these people also know that they are fighting for wealth and wealth. But when they really saw Zhao Fan's barbaric and brutal killing methods, the three people in the car couldn't help but tremble wildly.

The fifteen bullets in the pistol had already been fired, and the existence like a grim reaper on the outside was not injured at all.

"Anusby, it's Anusby!"

Screams of horror almost filled the night sky, and several people in the car suddenly remembered the legend of the dark world. At this time, they were still like mercenaries and killers, but like small animals in cages, huddled in the car and shivering.

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

"My lord, spare your life, spare your life!"

"Let's go immediately, we will never dare to set foot in China again in the future. ”

"My lord, we really didn't know you were here. Rest your anger, rest your anger!"

Through the shattered window glass, a few people who finally turned their heads sideways saw Zhao Fan's eyes without the slightest human emotion, and saw his hands calmly stretched out into the car, and several people shrank back frantically while shouting loudly.

The roof of the carriage is only so big, and there are three people and a corpse on the other side, where can they get out of the range of Zhao Fan's hand under the crowding?

The person closest to the car window was easily grabbed by Zhao Fan's foot, and the roar and screams sounded almost at the same time, and when Zhao Fan pulled this person out, even the door with the jeep was torn down.

Without the door, there was no way for the last two people inside to dodge.

Since they had already shouted that name, they also knew that the person in front of them was definitely not what they could deal with, and in extreme fright, they even forgot that the gun in their hands was out of bullets, and they still pulled the trigger frantically, and the pistol made a crisp click.

Zhao Fan calmly grabbed the feet of the two people and dragged them out, and after two crisp sounds, the whole world returned to tranquility. Only this jeep is still suddenly screaming.

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

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

Just when he was dealing with the six people in the jeep, I don't know how many people were frantically rushing towards the small building on the mountain, and there were already a few screams in the direction of the small building, and the old man had already made a move.

"The killer organization called Dark Moon, where is their hometown, I'm sure you all know, I will receive your reply before dawn tomorrow. ”

Glancing at the surging crowd on the mountain, Zhao Fan took out a cigarette and lit it, made a call again, and then flashed away in the direction of the small building on the top of the mountain with the cigarette in his mouth.