What they saw now were the Chassages lying on the ground.

"Hmm? Where are the people? Where are the people?"

The next moment, several snipers were horrified.

Because at this moment, there was no trace of Zhang Fan in the entire living room.

"Haha, are you looking for me?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded.

One person raised his head and saw a cold face appearing in front of him.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Fan.

However, Zhang Fan moved faster.

"Thunder Palm!"

The palm of his hand was like a knife, and he cut it out directly.

The pitch-black barrel was bent at this moment.
Chapter completed!