"Nangong Fusun Xiucai and other masters died, so it is optional whether the sniper died suddenly."

She smiled: "Do you want to take him down and let Murong Yanran owe another favor?"

"The main evil... may not be dead..."

Ye Fan smiled and then glanced at the traces of the hills.

Although it had rained, you could still see a few deeper footprints and many broken plants.

There is no doubt that the sniper really hides here and shoots.

Ye Fan looked at these traces and smiled at the corner of his mouth:

"The sniper arranged by Sun Xiucai is also a sharpshooter. He shot a car that was stuck at one thousand meters away."

"This field of vision is that unless the car is parked at the threshold at the gate, there will be only two seconds to shoot at most."

"Once you miss these two seconds, you will not only miss Murong Wuxin, but you will also disappear from the lock."

He sighed, "It's not simple."

"Hey, there's a box here."

Yuan Qingyi was digesting Ye Fan's words, but her eyes saw a box buried in the soil.

She subconsciously mentioned it.

"Tick--"

The movement was indifferent, but Ye Fan's hair exploded.

"careful!"

Ye Fan roared, hugged Yuan Qingyi and rolled out.

"boom--"
Chapter completed!