The old man in black hesitated slightly, turned around and swept away the broken knife with a wave of his sleeve.

"Chirp——"

Just when the broken knife was swept away by his sleeve, Ye Fan, who was at a close distance, also raised his left hand.

A ray of light was released.

The old man in black jumped up suddenly when he smelled danger.

He disappeared from Ye Fan almost instantly.

But a wisp of blood still fell in the air.

The old man in black reappeared more than ten meters away.

He looked at his bruised waist and laughed angrily: "You bastard, you are really tolerant."

He was very angry and helpless. He didn't expect that Ye Fan had a trump card, and he didn't expect that he still couldn't escape.

How many times has this happened? Why can't he avoid it?

As long as Ye Fan casts it, as long as he relaxes a little, he will definitely get hit.

This made the old man in black extremely frustrated.

Ye Fan ignored it, touched his hair, and then rushed towards the old man in black.

At the same time, he roared repeatedly: "Kill, kill, kill!"

More than a dozen rays of light flew out.

The old man in black reacted conditionedly and blasted back dozens of meters!

More than a dozen silver needles failed.

"Walk!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Fan hugged Qingjiu and ran away quickly...

"Bastard thing!"

Seeing that he was fooled by Mark again, the old man in black was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

The old man in black completely empathized with Ye Tianri's frustration with Ye Fan in the past.

He kicked away the silver needle, dodged his body, and chased Ye Fan like a sharp arrow.

When he rushed to the exit of the alley, the old man in black jumped up and landed lightly on the mottled wall.

He glanced sharply at the shadows of Ye Fan and Qingjiu.

Soon, he caught that little bit of red.

Ye Fan was rushing into a large warehouse like a vulture and rabbit.

The old man in black had a cold look in his eyes.

But halfway through the chase, he stopped abruptly.

He thought of the explosion in the abandoned yard and the oxygen bottles in the demolished apartment.

There was a flash of hesitation on his face, worried that he would be plotted again if he rushed in.

Ye Fan's cunning is everywhere.

While the old man in black was struggling, Ye Fan, who had disappeared, came back again.

He shouted arrogantly to the old man in black at the door: "Come here, come here, come here and beat me."

While talking, he also moved an extra fabric satchel on his body.

The shoulder bag contained something bulging, similar in shape to a large grenade.

It seems that Ye Fan has replenished his ammunition.

The green eagle in my arms has a black line on its head.

"Shuzi!"

The old man in black shouted, raised his legs and rushed over.

Ye Fan saw this and ran away again, kicking the iron door before leaving.

The iron door clanged shut.

This loud noise caused the old man in black to tremble and stop again.

He looked at the nearby iron door of the warehouse and thought about the bulging cloth bags, and finally held back.

He was worried that he would be bombed again if he went in.

"Woo——"

At this time, there was a roar in the sky, and thirty-six drones flew over in a team.

Sometimes it forms a personal character, and sometimes it forms a single character, and then dozens of red dots cover the old man in black.

The killing intent jumped instantly.

The expression of the old man in black changed slightly, and then he jumped back to avoid it.

Almost as soon as he left the spot, countless warheads pouring out white smoke poured over him.

The ground shattered instantly.

After missing a hit, the drone changed its formation again and formed a fan shape to surround the old man in black.

"Ye Fan, I will never let you go."

The old man in black no longer thought about killing Ye Fan, but fired continuously to avoid being chased by the drone.

He will have many opportunities to deal with Ye Fan in the future, and he doesn't want to gamble and capsize in the gutter now.

After a few jumps, he retreated back into the alley, dodged toward the gap, and disappeared instantly.

At the same moment, Ye Fan also took advantage of the white smoke billowing in front of the warehouse and quickly ran away from the back door of the warehouse with Qingqiu in his arms.

Not to mention the oxygen bottles for explosives, there were no fire sticks in the warehouse, only seven cents worth of corn.

"Woo——"

Three minutes later, Ye Fan stuffed Qingjiu into a commercial vehicle.

Qingjiu was slightly in a trance, vaguely recognizing that this was his car.

She drove to the dock to meet Ouyang Yuan and Chen Chenxi in the car in the morning.

It's just that the loyal female driver has disappeared.

The weak Qingjiu wanted to speak, but was knocked unconscious by Ye Fan's palm.

Then Ye Fan tore open Qingjiu's clothes with a crash, flashed out a silver needle and stabbed it...
Chapter completed!