Yang Fan, who had left the bank, had to increase his speed in order to get away from this place as soon as possible.

Before a crowd of enthusiastic onlookers surrounded him, he finally managed to break out of the encirclement.

Leaving the lively avenue, Yang Fan ran at high speed in the narrow and remote streets.

Since there were almost no people, Yang Fan was able to move forward at full speed at this time, and in the street with walls on both sides, he used the walls to change his direction from time to time.

A little boy poked his head out of his house just in time to see Yang Fan on the wall, and then the whole person ran forward a few meters away, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the corner of the street.

"Mom, Mom, there's Superman, I see it!"

"Stinky boy, I don't do my homework well, I lie, I want to be lazy again, I don't use this set of exercises last night, I am not allowed to watch TV!"

The oncoming air blew on Yang Fan's face, making him feel a burst of coolness.

Suddenly, a reflected light entered Yang Fan's eyes, and a slight sound gradually approached.

Quickly stopped, and the feet that clung to the ground arched the ground as they grinded.

When he stopped, a bullet hole about the size of a bowl appeared in front of him, and if he didn't stop his pace, Yang Fan believed that the bullet would probably hit him.

"Sniper rifles?" For a bullet hole of this scale, Yang Fan narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction where the bullet had just come from.

With his intuition, Yang Fan vaguely sensed that this sniper was on the top of the building about five or six miles away from him.

"So far? Top sniper? "This distance is not something that ordinary people can shoot accurately.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

After a brief round of applause, a young man dressed in exaggerated costumes and perming his hair walked into Yang Fan's field of vision.

The logo on his clothes, which takes up the whole page, seems to tell everyone - me! Be! Name! Brand!

This very cliché-looking guy looked at Yang Fan through his nostrils with his head slightly tilted, and said as if guiding his juniors: "It's not bad to be able to dodge Xiaolin's sniper, but in the face of me next, you have no hope, so let's catch it!" ”

Yang Fan didn't move, because figures appeared from front and behind him.

Behind this dragging guy and behind Yang Fan, there were several strange guys in strange costumes, and these guys gave Yang Fan a much stronger feeling than the guy in front of him.

It's impossible to be afraid, it's just that Yang Fan is curious: "On such a hot day, they cover it so thickly, isn't it hot?" ”

"You're fucking me?" The young man in front of him was instantly angry when he heard Yang Fan's words, and he took out a gun and pointed it at Yang Fan: "Have you listened to me!" ”

"Uh, I'm really sorry, what are you talking about, are you robbing money?" Yang Fan said and took out his wallet and picked it up, pinching a few hundred-yuan bills, he hesitated for a moment and stuffed them back.

Before, he threw out a few hundred-dollar bills when he was excited, and at this time, when he recalled it, he felt a faint pain in his heart, so he decisively pinched up two dimes and a dime.

"You're fucking called Hanako! Beggars don't want any money! But soon the young man who spoke realized that there was something wrong with his words, and in an instant he blushed: "Bah, we are neither beggars nor robbers, have you listened to me, I am going to be angry!" ”

"Which turtle son is arguing, I don't know if your grandfather is in a bad mood when he loses playing cards today?" Upstairs sticks out a chubby, meaty-skinny head.

However, after he pushed open the window of his house and saw the situation below, he was instantly dumbfounded, and he had already begun to scold his mother in his heart at this time: "Holy shit, my Ah Liang won't be so unlucky!" ”

"Well, it's a nice day! Guys, I don't see anything, you go on, you go on! This chubby Ah Liang rubbed his hands against each other, revealing a dog-legged expression, nodded and was ready to retreat.

"Brother Liang, Brother Liang, it's that turtle son who is arguing outside, and it's not good to play mahjong!"

The sudden voice frightened Ah Liang's little liver thump, his face turned black, his eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he yelled at the house with crying: "Fat Chao, I will be an immortal banban!" ”

It's not just this guy whose face has darkened just now, the young man is also with a black face now, looking at Ah Liang, he moved his gun over: "Even you, a little gangster, dare to be arrogant in front of me!" ”

"Bang", the sound of a pistol without a silencer directly scared Ah Liang to pee, and the room finally fell completely silent after a sound that seemed to have knocked over something.

"Huh? Didn't hit? The young man was surprised that his shot didn't hit the fat man.

"No, it was the dime he threw that cut your bullet!" The man in the back who was wrapped in clothes explained to the guy.

Ah Liang, who was peeing his pants, heard the words outside, and lay on the ground looking at the bullet cut in half in front of him and the dime in front of him, and couldn't help but wail in his heart: "I'm a mother, who are these guys, cutting bullets for a dime?" ”

Twisting his fat body, he crawled towards the house, and after crawling two steps, he crawled back and picked up the dime: "No, this is a dime for cutting the bullet, I have to take it back as a memorial, and it will be used as a mental damage." ”

Then Ah Liang, who began to squirm again, muttered to himself, but betrayed his thoughts: "I don't know how much this thing is worth?" ”

A gunshot silenced the street, but a voice spoiled the silence: "Cut the bullet and cut the bullet, why do you stress a dime!" ”

There seemed to be several crows flying in the sky, and for this god-like logical thinking, none of the people present kept up with his rhythm.

"I don't know which circus you slipped out of, but could you please get out of the way?" Yang Fan, who had a dime between his fingers, looked at the guy opposite and showed a dangerous expression.

"Oh, you're scolding me around the corner, don't think I can't hear it......" The young man was still about to continue talking nonsense, Yang Fan unceremoniously appeared in front of the other party directly as if teleporting.

With a "boom", the young man's face made intimate contact with the wall, and even the few people upstairs felt a slight shock and a scream.

Pushing the young man away, the guy wrapped in strange clothes slipped a dagger from his waist and blocked Yang Fan's dime.

"Huh? It was not cut, is it a special alloy? "To be able to block a dime containing Yang Fanqi, it must not be an ordinary material.