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Chapter 1973 I won't let you hurt(2/2)

"No one!"

"No one!"

Forty-eight elite soldiers of the Fan Kingdom holding guns, led by Fan Bapeng, rushed into Baiyun Villa in four teams.

They advanced to the main building in a carpet style, and did not forget to check the trees and rockery to see if there were any enemies hiding.

After they trained and searched for no enemy situation, they rushed towards the first floor hall with their weapons.

Extremely fast.

"Run into the hall, the target must be hiding inside."

After Fan Bapeng left a few people to guard the entrance and exit, he took the lead and shot the lock on the first floor gate.

The elite of the Buddhist Kingdom rushed in with shields in hand.

Countless muzzles were also constantly turning, alert to attacks from any corner.

There was no light in the hall, nor open fire, but Fan Bapeng and others were not affected.

Night vision devices give them enough vision.

After a while, they found that there was no target in the hall, but there was a cold light in the dining room.

Dozens of people rushed over immediately.

Someone exclaimed soon:

"There are people here!"

A middle-aged man appeared in their vision.

The middle-aged man was wearing black clothes and sat on a ragged sand, holding an unlit cigar.

Behind him, there were a lot of blood-stained gauze and medicines.

Medical gauze is also wrapped around the waist and inside of the left arm.

The gauze is covered in blood, shocking.

There is no doubt that this guy was seriously injured, otherwise there wouldn't be so much blood on the ground.

The cold light from the emergency light above his head poured on him, giving people endless sadness and sadness.

Seeing so many people appearing and surrounding him, the middle-aged man was not afraid or spoke.

He just stared at a photo in his hand.

The photos are warm and happy family photos.

Next to the family photo, there are eighteen names written, seventeen of which have been stroked with red pen.

But there is still a 'Cronkins' left.

Looking at this name, the middle-aged man had anger, regret and sting in his eyes.
Chapter completed!
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