Just looking at the distance between the two sides and the altitude of hundreds of meters, he gave up this crazy idea.

If you are bombarded by bullets or accidentally slipping your feet, you will fall into a meat pie.

It is better not to take risks like this unless it is absolutely necessary.

Moreover, Ye Fan was worried that once he left the gap in the car, Gui Mastiff and the others would pour bullets in.

By then, Song Hongyan and Xixi will die.

After weighing the pros and cons, Ye Fan finally decided to protect the lives of the three of them.

"Swoosh--" It's just that Ye Fan wants to fight conservatively, but the ghost mastiff doesn't give Ye Fan this opportunity.

Seeing that Ye Fan was so difficult, the cold gun was hard to kill, and Song Hongyan's support was almost there, the ghost mastiff raised his right hand.

A piece of yellow paste shot towards the iron chain above Ye Fan's carriage.

At the same time, a remote control flashed out in his hand.

He wanted to blow up the safety rope in Ye Fan's carriage.

In this way, Ye Fan's entire carriage would fall from a high altitude.

"Damn!"

Ye Fan had sharp eyes and could tell what it was at first glance.

He had chopped off three bullets and had no time to chop off the yellow paste, so he roared.

He jumped, poked out the gap, then grabbed the yellow fried food with his left hand, then kicked his feet to avoid the two bullets that were shot.

Ye Fan could not return to his carriage smoothly, so he simply took advantage of this catapult and crossed five meters like a sharp arrow, hitting the ghost mastiff carriage.

Bang, the glass shattered, and Ye Fan rolled into the enemy's carriage.

"Don't move!"

Ye Fan raised his left hand and the yellow fried food suddenly came to his eyes.
Chapter completed!