The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1887 We are the ones who take it all
Chapter [-] We are the take-all
"Is there really someone?"

Fan Bapeng stepped forward and glanced under the protection of the shield: "You are the killer who killed Ye Fan?"

With a look of disdain on his face, he thought he was a superhuman figure, but he didn't expect him to be such a guy.

Still a trash with a lot of injuries.

Eight-faced Buddha said faintly: "You shouldn't come!"

"Nonsense, we are going to replace your head, can you not come?"

Fan Bapeng snorted: "It's just that I didn't expect that the killer Ye Fan feared would be a waste like you."

As long as the eight-faced Buddha is powerful, he will not be injured. Now he is in such a mess, it can be seen that he has no ability.

Eight-faced Buddha's eyes were gentle: "You have been tricked by Ye Fan."

"What do you mean?"

Fan Bapeng sneered: "What can Ye Fan plot against us?"

"Ye Fan probably didn't tell you my details."

Eight-faced Buddha put away the family portrait and said, "Otherwise you wouldn't rush in and kill me like this."

Fan Bapeng raised his gun and sneered: "It seems that I am very powerful."

"I don't care who you are, as long as you can take the head and let the national teacher know how powerful I am, you must die."

He shouted impatiently: "Come on, hack him to death!"

One shot kills are too cheap.

What he hates most is that his opponent pretends to be inscrutable.

"call--"

Four Brahma swordsmen drew their daggers and slashed at the Eight-faced Buddha.

The Eight-faced Buddha flashed and swept out with a kick, and the three enemies fell into the air with a muffled grunt.

When Fan Bapeng took a step back subconsciously, the Eight-faced Buddha grabbed the wrist of the last swordsman.

A click.

The Eight-faced Buddha twisted and broke the opponent's arm.

Then he backhanded a knife and stabbed directly into the opponent's waist.

"flutter--"

Before the Brahma elite screamed, the Eight-faced Buddha turned over and fell to the ground dragging the corpse.

He also pulled the sofa to cover himself and the corpse.

At the same moment, he pressed the watch on his left hand.

Hard and fast.

Fan Bapeng's face changed drastically and he shouted: "Be careful!"

The elite of the Brahma kingdom who rushed forward subconsciously stopped.

"Ding--"

At this moment, the microwave oven, whose side was blocked by the glass door, suddenly started to spin.

A red light flashed.

There was a loud bang and the glass door shattered.

The basketball in the microwave exploded, steel balls, nails mixed with chili powder sprayed out.

The entire dining room was instantly covered with shards of glass, chili powder and steel balls.

Fan Bapeng pulled a shield and fell down.

The elite of the Brahma Kingdom also got down immediately, and they still held their shields to protect their vitals.

But there were still a dozen or so people who reacted a little slower.

They were instantly hit by glass and steel balls.

Where there was no protection, blood spattered.

The piercing pain made them scream: "Ah——"

The huge shock wave also knocked them out, severely smashing the companions behind who had no time to retreat.

In this chaos, the night vision device fell, chili powder poured into the eyes, and there was another ghostly cry.

In a blink of an eye, more than 40 people fell to the ground in a mess.

Many people not only had blood splattered on their bodies, but their eyes were red and swollen, and they kept rolling.

Fan Bapeng also fell more than ten meters and fell to the ground in excruciating pain. His face and neck were hit by glass.

A piece of glass narrowly missed puncturing his aorta.

As soon as the chili powder rushed, he gasped in pain.

He covered his neck and yelled, "Shoot, shoot, kill him!"

Dozens of Brahma elites gritted their teeth and raised their guns. They were about to shoot when they saw flour falling from the hall.

It was white and gray, and it looked like falling snow in the night vision goggles.

The entire space was instantly filled with dust and became extremely cloudy.

"Dust explosion?"

Fan Bapeng's eyelids twitched and he shouted: "Don't shoot, retreat!"

He turned over on the spot and rushed towards the door with all his might.

The rest of the companions also rolled and crawled after retreating.

"boom--"

It's just that they moved fast, and the Eight-faced Buddha was even faster, with an extra shot in his hand, hitting the air directly.

With a loud bang, the flames in the hall rose, the air sank, and everything in a radius of more than ten meters exploded.

Dozens of Brahma elites fell and flew around like paper pricks.

They either hit the wall or the tables and chairs. They were not killed, but almost all of them were injured by the shock.

Many also had their hair and eyebrows burned off.

Fan Bapeng fell to the ground again, his bones seemed to be falling apart, and the blood on his neck was splashing.

He was very angry. He never thought that the Eight-faced Buddha would be so insidious and cunning.

He didn't even think that the other party would severely injure all the elites of Brahma Kingdom just by using daily necessities and electrical appliances.

"boom--"

After two consecutive bombings severely damaged Fan Bapeng's team, the Eight-faced Buddha threw off the body and sofa on his body.

Then he grabbed a dagger and rolled over from the ground.

Without stopping, the Eight-faced Buddha charged straight forward.

On the way, when he raised his hand, the dagger flew out whistling.

A struggling Vatican gunman's body shook, and a stream of blood shot out of his neck instantly.

"Whoosh-"

When the opponent swayed and fell to the ground, the Eight-faced Buddha strode forward, closing the distance between the two sides like a phantom.

He slammed into the arms of the dead body.

The corpse flew out, spraying blood from the mouth and nose, and hit three elites of the Brahma Kingdom.

When the three of them fell into a ball, the Eight-faced Buddha had already jumped up and took a shot.

"Bang bang bang!"

In the six gunshots, the six Brahma elites were shot in the eyebrows, and died without even screaming.

Throwing knives, hitting people, grabbing guns, and shooting, the Eight-faced Buddha displayed his demeanor like a rainbow.

In a blink of an eye, the Eight-faced Buddha killed 30 people, cruel, rough, but calm.

Seeing this, Fan Bapeng yelled again and again: "Shoot, shoot!"

"Da da da!"

At this time, more than a dozen Brahma gunmen who were still fighting, endured the pain of being injured and raised their guns.

They shot at the eight-faced Buddha together.

The Eight-faced Buddha, who had run out of bullets, bent over and rolled out suddenly without any fear, as agile as a civet.

The bullets slammed into the wall, which was shocking.

In the next second, the Eight-faced Buddha shot up again, pulling the chandelier above his head, and the whole person rose two points into the air.

Then, without waiting for the muzzle to be locked, he quickly threw one person down, using his feet hard.

Click!
The locked Vatican gunman died with a scream.

The last afterimage of his eyes was that the Eight-faced Buddha grabbed his gun and ruthlessly killed the three companions.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several bullets shot at Fan Bapeng.

Fan Bapeng also reacted very quickly, pulling the shield across in front of him.

Then he flung himself out of the way and tried to evacuate towards the door.

"Protect the prince!"

Seeing that Fan Bapeng was in danger, the rest of the Brahma kingdom's elite broke out with a final fighting spirit.

They erected their wounded bodies and kept shooting at the Eight-faced Buddha.

Bullets rained down, hitting the walls with thuds.

Stone chips flew across, gunshots sounded like thunder, but there was no scream.

In the smoke, the Eight-faced Buddha reappeared unscathed.

He held a gun in his hand.

He got close to the elite of Brahma and fired bullets.

"what--"

As several warheads flew, the three Brahma elites fell to the ground with bullets in their eyebrows.

Then there was another gunshot, and the bullet pierced the throat of another Brahma elite.

When the blood spattered, the muzzle of the gun was deflected again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Another three injured Vatican gunmen died with a flick of their heads.

"Withdraw! Withdraw! Withdraw!"

The power of the Eight-faced Buddha was beyond Fan Bapeng's expectations.

He angrily yelled at his subordinates to back off, but no one responded to him.

There were only a few screams.

Then, the whole hall became dead silent, only the burning sundries crackled.

There is no doubt that 48 of his subordinates have been killed by the Eight-faced Buddha.

Fan Bapeng retreated to the door in embarrassment.

"Whoosh-"

The Eight-faced Buddha ran out of bullets, raised his left hand, and shot it with a knife.

Fan Bapeng turned his head subconsciously, feeling that death was approaching, but he couldn't avoid it at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the flying knife shot towards him.

"Certainly!"

Just when Fan Bapeng's throat was about to splatter blood, a cold and tender voice came from the door.

Feishe's dagger stopped in an instant, and was fixed at Fan Bapeng's throat, unable to advance half a point.

The Eight-faced Buddha's face changed slightly.

Then, a woman flashed, stretched out her hand, and grabbed the falling dagger.

"Luo Yunyun, the emperor of the Brahma Kingdom, came to ask for advice!"

Coquettish and weak, but like a mandala, it carries the breath of death.

Eight-faced Buddha suddenly felt a chill of spring...

At this moment, in the brightly lit Jin Zhilin, Song Hongyan was feeding Ye Fan red bean syrup and said with a smile:

"Tell me, in this battle, did the National Teacher University win a complete victory, or did the Eight-faced Buddha escape?"

The red beans are as bright as a woman's ruddy lips.

"They win or lose, live or die."

Ye Fan kissed the red lips: "We are the only ones who take it all..."

(End of this chapter)