The two families and nephews were in a mess, only looking for bunkers and staying away from the battlefield, so they could not organize effective counterattacks.

The bald man was furious and got a gun and shot a bullet at the hill.

Then he slammed his body, like a wolves pounced into the mountains.

He knew that he could not withstand the killing of Murong Yanran and the others in front of him, so he could only use the help of the mountains and forests to touch the hills alone.

Then cut the throats and kill them one by one.

He had great confidence in the jungle attack.

"When I was playing with guns, you were still playing with mud in the Northeast."

The bald wolf snorted heavily, running like a wolf...

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters, fifty meters...

For ordinary people, mountains and forests made of rocks, shrubs, grasses and trees are difficult to settle down, but bald wolves are like walking on flat ground.

He kept jumping, shuttled and rolling, as handsome as parkour, quickly narrowing the distance between both sides.

The bald wolf approached the circle could vaguely see the guns fired by Murong Yanran and the others.

A cruel smile also surged on his face.

These opponents, even though they have no idea what the bald wolf is capable of.

Just pulled closer to thirty meters, he stopped.

He felt a breathtaking and powerful pressure.

It seems that as long as he steps one meter ahead, he will die.

The bald wolf's eyelids twitched and looked at him, and he saw a man stepping out slowly.

"Come?"

Ye Fan pinched a bullet and smiled faintly:
Chapter completed!