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

Chapter 983 How Do You Take the Blame When You Die?

Chapter 980 How Do You Take the Blame When You Die?

The enemy in front of him thought he was about to attack, and backed away with a whoosh.

Ye Fan turned over again.

Another bullet whized.

A retreating enemy hadn't stabilized his body yet, his chest hurt, he swayed and fell to the ground, his limbs twitched twice, and then he fell silent.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan didn't stop there, and instinctively rolled to the side again.

Two more bullets drove into where he rolled.

A lamp and a stone shattered with a thud.

The blond ghost who was about to take the opportunity to sneak up on Ye Fan raised his saber halfway, and felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

He looked down, and saw a wound, apparently shot by a stray bullet.

"what--"

He couldn't help but let out a scream.

Ye Fan let out a roar, shot up from the ground, and shuttled among the remaining foreign killers like phantoms.

After a series of sniper shots, Ye Fan had a scar on his shoulder, and all five foreign killers fell to the ground.

They all blocked the bullet for Ye Fan.

Ye Fan didn't stop, and moved his body to get close to the blond ghost who was shaking and retreating.

The blond ghost endured the pain and wanted to fight back, but Ye Fan sent his saber flying.

"flutter--"

Then, Ye Fan grabbed the blond ghost's clothes, carried his body and rushed towards the opposite street.

Sniper, the rooftop on the seventh floor opposite.

"Pop!"

On the way forward, two more bullets were fired. Ye Fan moved the body of the blond ghost, and forcibly endured the two bullets.

When he was about to reach the opposite street, Ye Fan threw the blond ghost again.

In mid-air, there was a gunshot, blood spattered on the blond ghost's back, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Life is extinguished.

"Whoosh-"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Fan jumped up and hid under the eaves.

He didn't stop, moved his steps, found the entrance and exit of the floor, rushed into the stairs, and then went up to the roof as fast as possible.

The master who dared to snipe at himself, Ye Fan was not reconciled to seeing him.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as Ye Fan kicked open the broken iron door, a gun was aimed at him.

Ye Fan slid his body and broke away from the muzzle lock of the gun in an instant. Before the opponent had time to react, his finger had already pulled the trigger, and a bullet was sprayed out.

"boom!"

The iron gate became dilapidated, and there was still a puff of gunpowder smoke in the air.

A masked man appeared.

After missing a single shot, the opponent immediately threw a sniper rifle at Ye Fan, and then drew out a spear and charged forward.

He took advantage of Ye Fange to block the sniper rifle, and stabbed Ye Fan's heart silently.

Fast, ruthless, and very vicious.

Ye Fan stopped in time, jumped sideways, avoided the opponent's blow, and unceremoniously slashed with an axe.

The ax went straight into the chest of the masked man.

The corner of the masked man's mouth twitched, and he swiped a knife with his backhand.

"when!"

With a crisp sound, he slammed Ye Fan's heavy ax away.

Ye Fan moved his body sideways, taking a few steps out of inertia.

The man in the mask took two steps back because of this, but his movements were too violent, causing his mask to fall off.

Ye Fan immediately recognized the other party's identity.

The bodyguard next to Ye Feiyang was also the one who fought against Tang Qi, Red Buddha,

"I thought Ye Feiyang would make a plan and act instead of being so reckless and impulsive."

Ye Fan smiled lightly: "I didn't expect that he would be so small-minded, and he would tear himself up in person. It seems that those dozen or so slaps were for nothing."

The Red Buddha didn't speak, nor did he put on his mask, but just stared at Ye Fan.

He tried his best to overestimate Ye Fan, but he underestimated Ye Fan unexpectedly.

Suitcase explosives, surrounded by dozens of people, plus himself as a sniper, and Ye Fan is carrying a burden, no matter how you look at it, he is sure to die.

As a result, Ye Fan not only broke out of the siege, but also allowed him to find his own position.

He somewhat regretted not withdrawing in time when the first shot missed.

It's just that it's useless to be annoyed at this moment, he can only roar: "Kill!"

Red Buddha swung his knife at Ye Fan again and again.

Ye Fan calmly blocked the attack.

"Dangdangdang!"

Twelve records kept ringing, swords and axes collided, and sparks shot out!

"when!"

After blocking thirteen knives, Ye Fan suddenly yelled and started to counterattack on his own initiative.

He slashed out obliquely like a rainbow, and a streak of blood reflected the sky red.

When the ax went down, there was a trail of blood.

The Red Buddha's chest was red, and his flesh and blood were flying.

"Ok!"

The Red Buddha flew out with a knife and a blood spurt on the way, lying on the edge of the roof.

He struggled to get up and touched the short gun on his lap.

Ye Fan's footsteps slid over again.

"Whoosh!"

The ax slashed mercilessly, sending out a sharp whistle.

The Red Buddha raised his military thorn hastily to block it, and there was another loud noise, and he fell back to the ground with his knife.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body fell apart, and he was powerless to fight.

"I lost."

The Red Buddha lay motionless on the ground, coughed and said:
"The whole matter has nothing to do with Junshi Ye and Young Master Yang. It is my Red Buddha who is angry at you for slapping Young Master Ye in the face."

"Whether you hand me over to the police or Hengdian, I will take care of everything alone."

"I won't give you a chance to deal with Ye Shao and the others."

His eyes are very firm.

"It can be seen that you are very loyal, and I also believe that you will carry it alone."

Ye Fan smiled lightly: "For the sake of stability, the official will probably let you take all the blame."

Red Buddha looked at Ye Fan and sneered: "So you should give up the idea of ​​making excuses."

"It's true that you can take the blame while you're alive, but you can't take the blame for anything when you're dead..."

Ye Fan kicked the Red Buddha out of the rooftop.

"what--"

The red Buddha fell from a high altitude with shaking hands and feet, and hit a car downstairs with a loud noise.

The car sank in an instant, twisted, broke, and the alarm sounded shrill...

For Ye Fan, the current situation is complicated, and the best protection is to do big things...

When Ye Fan quickly came down from the roof, Chen Xiaoyue was crawling out of the filing cabinet, wearing a bluetooth headset and quickly evacuated.

There was less panic on her face and more calm.

As she went out through the side door of Starbucks, she dialed a number.

The call was connected quickly.

Chen Xiaoyue said in a low voice: "Young Master Wang, I'm Chen Xiaoyue. In the Starbucks coffee shop, Ye Fan fought with the Yang family. Your plan has succeeded."

"Chen Xiaoyue?"

The other end of the phone was puzzled for a moment, and then the voice sank: "Where did you get my number? Who asked you to contact me personally?"

Chen Xiaoyue's voice trembled: "I'm just happy, and I want to congratulate Young Master Wang on the success of his plan..."

While speaking, Chen Xiaoyue turned into a street and poured into the pedestrian street where people came and went.

Wang Qiaochu shouted again: "Who gave you my number? You should contact Xiongzi, not me!"

Chen Xiaoyue hurriedly apologized: "Young Master Wang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"boom--"

Before she finished speaking, Chen Xiaoyue collided with a passerby.

She subconsciously wanted to glance at the other party, but found that the other party had already left in a hurry.

And there was a sharp pain in her stomach.

Chen Xiaoyue looked down and saw that there was a knife in her abdomen, blood was flowing...

(End of this chapter)