"Don't get excited, you let me go first, don't worry, I won't treat you as a prisoner. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Zhao Futing said against his will to slap himself.

"District Chief Zhao, you're not fooling me. ”

“…… No. ”

"Well, I believe you. ”

Ye Fan smiled faintly, let go of Zhao Futing, returned the baton to him, and took a few steps back.

Zhao Futing immediately glanced at the two prison guards.

The two prison guards understood, and suddenly the tiger pounced on Ye Fan.

Ye Fan smiled evilly, and when the two of them approached, their hands came out together, as fast as lightning, and they buckled out the wrists of the two of them, and they staggered by.

The two policemen turned around and tried to pounce again, but they suddenly stood in place in horror and jumped in fright.

Just because Ye Fan was holding a gun in both hands, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the two of them.

This...... Where did the guns come from?

The two prison guards subconsciously looked down, only to see that the gun on their waist was empty, and the gun was gone!

He... When did he take it? Just now? How could it be?

The two of them looked at Ye Fan in disbelief with shocked faces.

Not only the two of them were shocked, but Zhao Futing was also shocked and confused, because he, a bystander, couldn't see clearly how Ye Fan took the gun.

At this time, Ye Fan walked to the desk, took out one from the cigarette case on the table, lit it, and after taking a puff, asked, "District Chief Zhao, what do the two of them mean?"

"They... They... They....... ”

Zhao Futing said a few "them", but he couldn't think of how to explain the actions of the two, and the more he couldn't say it, the more nervous he became, which stimulated him to always aim at the two guns that Ye Fan was resting on the table.

No wonder he was nervous, the gun itself was synonymous with danger, coupled with the bloody personality that Ye Fan had just shown, it was hard to guarantee that he would not do something terrifying.

"District Chief Zhao, didn't they hear what I just said?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Zhao Futing wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Then you talk to them. ”

"Good, good. ”

Zhao Futing hurriedly told the two prison guards what Ye Fan said before: "Don't treat him as a prisoner...... Don't mess with him......"

The two prison guards listened silently with a broken face, muttering to themselves in their hearts: What is this matter, the head of the dignified District 1 Prison actually taught them these things.

After Zhao Futing finished speaking, Ye Fan asked, "Two of you, do you remember it now?"

“…… Remembered. ”

"Okay, take it back. ”

The two prison guards hurriedly stepped forward to get the gun back, and hurriedly retreated, as if they were afraid that Ye Fan would grab it again.

And Zhao Futing snatched the pistol of one of the prison guards, quickly aimed at Ye Fan, and shouted: "Hold your head and kneel, hurry up." ”

The human heart is unpredictable!

Ye Fan's face turned cold, and there was suddenly a dangerous aura around his body.

"District Chief Zhao, I don't like people pointing guns at me, and besides, I have never knelt down. ”

"Give me less nonsense, attack the police, grab the gun, it's enough for you to die once, believe it or not, I'll shoot you now with one shot, warn you one last time, kneel down with your head in your hands, otherwise, I'll reward you with an iron to eat." ”

"Then you shoot. ”

“……”

The two prison guards were petrified on the spot, I really didn't know what to think, I was the first time I encountered this kind of prisoner in these years, it was too bloody, and it completely refreshed the understanding of the two of them about the word "fierce man".

And Zhao Futing's brows furrowed, and there were a few more folds in the figure of eight, like two disgusting black caterpillars.

His face became colder and colder, gritted his teeth, and said coldly: "This is our territory, without your madness, you don't have this qualification, if you want to be crazy, you have to pay the price." ”

After speaking, the muzzle of the gun pressed down, aimed at Ye Fan's thigh, and deducted the plate machine.

Bang!

A line of blue smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and a dark shadow shot out.

The killing intent in Ye Fan's eyes exploded, and his body was extremely flashy, but he still felt a sudden huge pain in his legs......

As if he didn't know, he kicked under his feet, his body was like a disemboweled cannonball, and he rushed to Zhao Futing with an arrow step, locked Zhao Futing's throat with his right hand, and lifted it up, Shengsheng held Zhao Futing obliquely in the air, locked it with five fingers, and Zhao Futing immediately spun around, as if his neck had been broken.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye.

The two prison guards didn't even have a chance to react, they saw Ye Fan holding Zhao Futing diagonally in his right hand, while holding the pistol he snatched from Zhao Futing in his left hand.

They really didn't expect Zhao Futing to shoot, let alone that Ye Fan would be able to capture Zhao Futing in the blink of an eye......

After waking up, the two wanted to rush up, but Ye Fan glared at him, and the terrifying murderous aura immediately enveloped the two of them, and the two prison guards shivered uncontrollably, and they were so frightened that they took a few steps back.

And Zhao Futing was like a monkey with his neck locked and hanging on a shelf, kicking and kicking, struggling desperately, but to no avail.

His face was purple, his eyes were rolling, and his mouth was desperately trying to get a breath of fresh air, but he couldn't do it.

The light in his eyes became darker and darker, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and the fear of death consumed his entire body and mind mercilessly.

He didn't want to die, he regretted it, he regretted that he shouldn't have taken Gao Qiang's money......

"Stop, put him down. There was a sudden shout at the door.

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the person at the door.

In his fifties, with a grim face, wearing a police uniform, two bars and three stars on his shoulders, a first-class police inspector, one level higher than Zhao Futing, presumably it should be Zhao Futing's leader.

Ye Fan's right hand loosened, and as he wished, he let Zhao Futing go.

Zhao Futing fell to the ground like a paralyzed mud, and then clutched his throat, panting desperately like a severe asthma patient.

"What's going on?" the first-class police inspector at the door asked loudly, staring at the two prison guards.

The corners of the two prison guards' eyes jumped, and they didn't know where to start for a while, of course, a large part of the reason was because they didn't dare to talk nonsense, after all, in this process, Zhao Futing's behavior was not so glorious.

The first-level police inspector vaguely guessed something, his eyes fell on Ye Fan, and then he looked at Ye Fan's thigh, and the pants on the outside of the thigh were torn, and it could be seen that the flesh and blood inside were blurred, and the blood was constantly coming out, staining the entire trouser leg.

"You two take him to the infirmary first, and then come back to my office. ”

"Yes, Warden. ”

It turned out to be the prison warden, surnamed Chen, named Qihe, Chen Qihe!

The two prison guards looked at Ye Fan and wanted to come up and pull him, but they didn't dare, they were really frightened by Ye Fan's previous actions, and they still felt like their scalps were numb.

Ye Fan cooperated, raised his feet and walked first, and the two prison guards immediately followed.

And when Ye Fan walked to the door, he suddenly paused, his head was slightly sideways, and he said to Zhao Futing, who had already passed his breath, "Remember, you stabbed me three times and shot me once, I will definitely return this favor to you." ”

“……”

Zhao Futing's heart, which had just calmed down, was suddenly occupied by fear again, he looked at Ye Fan's back, and his body trembled involuntarily.

Undoubtedly, he was scared, scared!