The shopkeeper shook the antique shotgun in his hand and said sharply: "It's useless for me to talk about the less, pay for it immediately, otherwise I will shoot." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" When the threat was issued, the shopkeeper was obviously not confident, his eyes flickered, and he didn't have the trigger in his hand at all, not because he didn't know how to use a shotgun, but because he was worried about going off.

The person who does the porcelain business is the most unproductive, and the most scoundrel, this kind of person does not dare to shoot at all, he can only use this thing to scare and scare people, you know, once he kills someone, then his life will be completely finished.

"The amount you asked for was too big, and we didn't have that much cash with us. Ye Fan's tone was very indifferent, in the face of this kind of antique shotgun, Ye Fan was not afraid, the gunpowder that had been loaded in advance was already damp, and it couldn't be fired at all, even if it could start, Ye Fan was sure to take it in a short time.

The shopkeeper shook the shotgun vigorously, and said with a nervous expression: "Don't think I'm joking, I'm really going to shoot, give me a serious look, especially you, aren't you afraid?" The calmer Ye Fan and Zhou Kun's expressions were, the more bottomless the shopkeeper's heart became.

These two people are completely different from the ones he met before, as long as the shopkeeper calls out his three brothers, the matter is basically settled, the other party obediently pays for it, if he meets some diehards, he takes out the last killer weapon, the shotgun, and the shopkeeper can get everything he wants.

But the two people in front of them, facing the shotgun, did not have the slightest change in expression, as if what was in front of them was not a highly lethal shotgun, but a toy for children to play with.

Are they really not afraid of death?

Impossible, there is only one life, who is not afraid of death?

"To be honest, I really can't take a brainless thing like you seriously. Ye Fan played with the blue and white porcelain bowl in his hand, and put on an attitude of not taking the shotgun seriously.

"You...... You say it again. The shopkeeper said excitedly, his hands shaking a little while holding the shotgun. "If you don't give me any more money, I'll really shoot. ”

Ye Fan held the barrel of the gun fiercely, put it on his head, and said loudly to the shopkeeper: "I'll give you a chance, I'll count to three, if you don't shoot, I'll kill you, now start counting, one...... 2. ......"

The shopkeeper's palms began to sweat, he really didn't dare to shoot, and he didn't expect that Ye Fan would be so crazy that he put the barrel of the gun on his head, this is completely a madman, a madman who is not afraid of death.

When Ye Fan began to count, the shopkeeper who was under too much psychological pressure finally couldn't support it, and collapsed on the ground, looking at Ye Fan with a complicated expression.

Ye Fan snatched the shotgun, pressed it with one hand, stared at the barrel of the shopkeeper's head, and said coldly: "I've given you a chance, but you're not sure, are you really a straw bag, I'm wondering, where do you get the confidence to play porcelain?"

"You...... Don't be impulsive, the shotgun is loaded with gunpowder and bullets, and if it goes off, it will kill people. The shopkeeper's frightened face turned green, he didn't dare to come out, he looked at Ye Fan nervously, a drop of cold sweat slipped from the tip of his nose, drop after drop, obviously the shopkeeper was terrified.

"Guess if I dare to shoot?" Ye Fan asked expressionlessly, his eyes flashing with a cold gaze, making people shudder.

The shopkeeper looked at Ye Fan blankly, his brain was blank, he had been frightened and lost the ability to think, only the black barrel in his eyes, and the despair that gradually increased in his heart.

Zhou Kun was also dumbfounded, the situation reversed too quickly, and Ye Fan's courage was too great, he actually took the initiative to send his head to the muzzle of the other party's gun, and threatened the other party to shoot, which in Zhou Kun's opinion, was completely suicide, but the result was beyond Zhou Kun's expectations, the coaxing shopkeeper was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, and Ye Fan aimed at the shopkeeper with a shotgun.

To be honest, when facing the muzzle of the gun just now, Zhou Kun was very nervous, his palms were sweating, this thing is not a toy, but a real shotgun, even if it is an antique, but it can still kill.

Now seeing this scene, Zhou Kun admires Ye Fan's five-body throw, Ye Fan is not only calm, rational, and courageous, but also very good at grasping people's hearts, which is estimated to be no match for Ye Fan.

"Ye Shao, stop playing, the police should come later, leave this kind of thing to the police." Zhou Kun reminded in a low voice that even though this is an ancient shotgun, it is still a lethal weapon, and it is a felony to be discovered by the police.

"It's not worth the risk for us to be a brainless thing like this. Zhou Kun persuaded.

Hearing these words, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in the shopkeeper's heart, the police will arrive soon, the other party will definitely not dare to shoot, and he still has a tiger cover, thinking of this, the shopkeeper felt confident, and slowly got up from the ground, but his legs were still a little weak, and he could only lean against the wall.

"Your companion is right, the police will be there soon, you can't go too far, if you kill me, your life will be over, it's not worth it. The shopkeeper said earnestly, observing the change in Ye Fan's expression as he spoke, but unfortunately, Ye Fan's expression did not change in the slightest, and the barrel of the gun moved with the movement of the shopkeeper, always pressing against the shopkeeper's head.

The shopkeeper shifted his gaze to Ye Fan's fingers, unlike the shopkeeper who was not next to the trigger just now, Ye Fan's fingers were tightly pressed against the trigger, as long as Ye Fan moved slightly, he could activate the flint, detonate the gunpowder in the barrel, and the energy that burst out would push the projectile out in an instant.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper's eyes glared out, he saw Ye Fan pull the trigger, flint flint out bursts of sparks, the shopkeeper secretly said, it's over! Then, the shopkeeper closed his eyes and fell to the ground, he thought he was dead, in fact, the flint did not cause the already damp granular black powder.

"Don't play dead, your broken gun won't work. Ye Fan quickly wiped the position where he was holding the gun with his sleeve, and then threw the shotgun to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper who closed his eyes and waited for death waited for a while and didn't feel pain, so he subconsciously opened his eyes, just in time to see Ye Fan throw the shotgun over, the shopkeeper hugged the shotgun and kissed it fiercely, feeling that the shopkeeper who had died once wanted to jump up and cheer loudly.

"Fortunately, there was something wrong, otherwise I would have hung up. The shopkeeper, who felt that he had been given a new life, hurriedly got up from the ground and did not wait for him to speak.

The door was kicked open, and two policemen with guns rushed in, and when they saw the shopkeeper with a shotgun in his arms, they opened fire very decisively, one of them fired one shot, one of them hit the shopkeeper's right wrist, and the other shot the shopkeeper's right leg.

When encountering a suspect with a gun, the police can use a weapon because the other party is too dangerous.