The backpack function of the system is actually a bit funny, even if it is a needle, it has to occupy a grid.

But as long as you pack it, it seems that as long as you can wrap it, you can fit it in, and it only takes up one compartment.

Zhao Fan was a little excited, he didn't expect this thing to really be used as a thief one day. He tore more than a dozen T-shirts into pieces of cloth, bundled or wrapped, until the backpack really couldn't fit in, and there were still a few large pieces of art in the vault that couldn't fit in.

"Forget it, it's cheaper for you. ”

Zhao Fan muttered unwillingly, turned around and retreated.

Seeing that the few strong men guarding the entrance were still dangling leisurely, Zhao Fan chuckled lightly and climbed out of the window just now.

He didn't go downstairs, but climbed at great speed towards the two spires in front of the house.

There were also people patrolling around the courtyard wall and in the courtyard below, but Zhao Fan's speed was too fast, and with the help of the special footwork of riding the horse, it only took him less than two seconds to reach the attic of the minaret.

As soon as he pulled the M24 rifle out of a dozen bundles of scrolls, before he could take aim, a huge buzzing sound suddenly sounded in his ears, and his body instantly fell to the ground in shock.

The sound came from the speakers behind him, and the humming sound echoed throughout the manor, and the people attending the drinking party below were all stunned, standing there and looking around, not knowing what was going on.

"It's pretty advanced!"

Zhao Fan, who was lying flat on the tower, had already discovered what the problem was at this time, and the detective saw that the open safe door was clicking at the moment, the lock tongues around him were expanding and contracting, and the red light around the iron door was constantly flashing.

I thought it had cracked the safe, but after all, it still played its role, and after more than a minute passed, it seemed that some kind of program was triggered and the alarm system was turned on.

Seeing Xiang Desheng quickly explain a few words to the two strong men who were approaching quickly, he immediately turned around and rushed into the house, and Zhao Fan knew that he had lost the opportunity to snipe him from a distance.

Zhao Fan muttered, raised the rifle in his hand, got up and aimed at He Jingzhi at the edge of the pool below.

He Jingzhi has just earned a few millions, He Jingzhi is in a good mood, he only recognizes money and has this martial arts in the Ming Dynasty, so he didn't take the chaos at this time seriously at all, and he didn't plan to pay attention to it. He was still moving his hands and feet on a young girl as if no one was around, and the girl had a strong smile on her face, but her brows were slightly wrinkled.

"Poof!"

The moment the gunshot rang out after the silence, a small hole appeared in He Jingzhi's eyebrows. The blood flowers of the big canopy turned into a blood mist with the entire back of his head, sprinkled with half of the blue and white striped lounge chair, and he still had a pleasant smile on his face.

"Ahh

The girl who was forcibly held in He Jingzhi's arms was paralyzed on the ground for nearly two seconds before she let out a hysterical scream, and the eyes of the dazed crowd were all attracted by this scream, and then the screams became one after another.

Countless people shouted loudly like flies on their brows, running in all directions, I don't know how many people were knocked to the ground, and I don't know how many people were trampled on and screamed. The darkness of human nature was undisguised in the eyes of Zhao Fan on the tower at this moment.

Experience +82

The system prompt sounded, Zhao Fan's expression did not change at all, and the muzzle of the gun was already aimed at He Qiudan, who was blocked by the crowd running wildly.

After seeing He Jingzhi killed, this person let out a roar from his mouth and suddenly rushed towards the direction of the leisure chair.

"Poof!"

Zhao Fan was waiting for this moment, and decisively pulled the trigger.

This time, though, he missed.

In the face of life and death, the instinct to survive will prevail over reason.

The moment He Qiudan rushed out, several thoughts had already turned in his mind, and he suddenly thought that his head didn't seem to be able to stop the bullet, and his feet were subconsciously beaten.

A bullet slashed along his forehead, and the moment a hot sting appeared, blood was also spilled like rain. His eyes were fascinated by blood, and he felt that the whole world had turned blood-red, and the great fear almost made him lose the strength of his whole body.

Covered in cold sweat, he let out a beast-like howl, threw himself to the ground, and rolled and fell into the pool close to him with a pop.

After all, this person is a master of the Ming Jin Period, and the moment he rolls on the ground, he also regains a line of clarity. He judged the direction in which the bullet was coming, and naturally looked in the direction of the tower.

With blood-red eyes, he saw Zhao Fan's face with a chuckle at the top of the tower.

"He's on the tower, he's on the tower!"

After falling into the water, He Qiudan shrank tightly at the corner of the pool, with his back to Zhao Fan's direction, and shouted sharply.

The crowd in the square all fled in panic, and the group of strong men patrolling the periphery also shrank behind the courtyard wall, not daring to raise their heads.

Xiang Desheng didn't have a few guns in his hands, and this was Huaxia, no matter how bold he was, he didn't dare to let a group of his subordinates blatantly patrol his manor with guns.

At this moment, everyone knows that Zhao Fan is on the tower, but there is no way to deal with him, and he doesn't even dare to scold, who dares to guarantee that Zhao Fan will not send him a bullet after he speaks?

"How is it possible? After being hit by the Body Devouring Gu for so long, how can he still come to kill?"

He Qiudan's body trembled, and the water in the entire pool kept rippling, like a magic barrier, and kept muttering to himself.

"Whew!"

Zhao Fan fell to the ground, covering his face, and shot He Qiudan's scalp with a hint of it.

"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead!"

He Qiudan, whose hair was flying all over the sky and his scalp was grooved, looked at the little red in the pool. The frightened face was colorless, his mouth hissed and screamed as hard as he could, and he sank into the water in a hurry, and he didn't know how many mouthfuls of water he had drunk.

"Let me go, I'll give you all my money, and I'll never provoke you again in the future, please let me go!"

At this moment, he was flustered, and he was terrified to the extreme, even if He Qiudan was a master of Ming Jin, he couldn't hold it back for long underwater. After surfacing, he grabbed the edge of the pool with one hand, shrunk his head vigorously, and cried loudly while gasping for breath.

"He actually stretched his hand into my house, no matter who it was, kill him for me, and kill him for me at all costs!"

At this time, Xiang Desheng had already seen the empty vault, looking at the savings of most of his life and now only two or three large works of art remained, he felt that the whole world had collapsed, and he reached out and beat frantically on the door of the vault that was still open, and howled in his mouth.

Several strong men guarding the third floor saw that Xiang Desheng was looking at them with crazy killing intent, their bodies trembled, gritted their teeth, took out the pistol on their waists, and climbed up the stairs towards the top of the building.

There were too many people here, and Zhao Fan was still somewhat worried, so he casually ripped off half of his T-shirt and tied it to his face, and jumped directly from the tower amid the frightened screams of countless people.

He Qiudan in the pool was still begging for mercy, and he heard the sound of falling water in his ears. A large splash of water fascinated his eyes, and as soon as he reached out and wiped it, he saw Zhao Fan's indifferent eyes.

"Ahh

He recognized the eyes, let out a scream from his mouth, and the hand that grabbed the edge of the pool jerked violently, as if fleeing from here.

As soon as his body jumped up, a silver light flashed, and a slender steel needle sank into the center of his eyebrows. Leaping high, he was silent when he landed, and his eyes were still full of horror and remorse.

Experience +82

After killing He Qiudan, Zhao Fan did not stop, and rushed in the direction of the house after jumping out of the pool, the deafening gunshots on the roof of the building had already sounded, screams and screams were everywhere, and countless people were fleeing frantically.

As soon as he rushed to the door, Zhao Fan paused.

The exploration technique could be seen clearly, and Xiang Desheng, who was full of murderous intent, had just rushed to the window when he saw Zhao Fan in the pool. He was so impressed by this person that even if he couldn't see the specific face, he recognized him at the first time. With a shake of his body, his face changed miserably, and he turned around and rushed into a secret door behind him as fast as he could.

This secret door is only more than one person wide, and when Zhao Fan used the exploration technique to check it just now, he thought it was something like a weak electric well, and he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Knowing this time, he found out that this thing was actually Xiang Desheng's escape channel, and after Xiang Desheng got into the secret door, he grabbed the two handles without the slightest stop, and slid down the steel wire cable that had been prepared for a long time.

When Zhao Fan was still thinking about whether to follow up, the roar of the engine came from the ground. Then he saw with a black line on his face, a motorboat roared out from the depths of the ground, entered the artificially dug river in a blink of an eye, and rushed towards the direction of the Xiling River.

"This escape passage is really advanced, even I have been fooled!"

Zhao Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly, regardless of the frightened escape of the people around him, his footwork kept stepping, and he disappeared over the courtyard wall.

The entire land here was purchased and developed by Desheng, and this artificial river channel was also dug up at his expense. Everyone thinks that he has a unique investment vision and has made a lot of money, who would have imagined that this artificial river is also his escape channel?

Luxurious manors, rare landscape plants and a variety of rockery scenery will naturally not be less.

Zhao Fan randomly found a place with dense plants, took out a few pieces of clothes that were still in good condition from his backpack and changed them, and even put a piece of the brand-name watch he had just gotten on his hand, and then swaggered into the parking lot and got into the car.

The sound of the loudspeaker at the top of the mountain was still ringing in the night sky, and countless cars on the road below were also honking their horns frantically.

This time the movement was too big, needless to say, the people who participated in Xiang Desheng's drinking party, even the surrounding nouveau riche saw such a scene, they didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, they ran away first.

It's a bit funny to say, the bridge over the artificial river is jammed with traffic, and everyone wants to run first, everyone wants to squeeze to the front, and then no one can walk.

Zhao Fan was also a little depressed, he was hungry.

At noon, I ate Western food with Lin Shiqi, and that thing was emotional, and I didn't feel much at all when I had a steak in my belly. Later, he experienced so many things, and now it is early in the morning, and he is hungry and even a little dizzy after losing too much blood.

After honking the horn a few times, hearing the scolding outside, Zhao Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly, and took out the notebooks from his backpack that he had obtained in Xiang Desheng's vault.

"Oh, no wonder you put a few broken notebooks in the vault and lock them, it's really a terrible thing!"

After looking at it casually, Zhao Fan raised his eyebrows and muttered.

These ordinary-looking notebooks are all ledgers, recording the accounts of Xiang Desheng's funds for several years. These accounts are naturally shady accounts.