Super King of Soldiers in the City

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"Wait." At the moment when Heba counted to two, Wang Fan finally couldn't help speaking.

His voice was a little weak, and he was obviously lack of energy. "I can surrender, and I can tell you how many people are still on the mountain, but how can I believe you won't kill me?"

"If I tell you everything you want to know, you still have to kill me in the end, wouldn't I cry without a place to cry?"

Heba finally grinned when she heard Wang Fan's words.

He is not afraid of Wang Fan's hard bones, but he is afraid that Wang Fan will not speak. As long as Wang Fan speaks, his purpose will be achieved.

The reason why he didn't kill Wang Fan, in addition to want to know these things he wants to know, there is another reason.

That is, Wang Fan's strength exceeded his expectations. He wanted to take Wang Fan as a hostage, and then threatened the dreamer to come out.

According to Heba's idea, in the previous round of shooting, it was impossible for Wang Fan to avoid the past and survive, but Wang Fan survived.

This means that Wang Fan's strength, even among the innate strongmen of Yuanmeng Pavilion, is pretty good.

He can win Wang Fan as a bargaining chip to lure dreamers to appear.

Of course, this is that Heba does not understand the dreamer. If he knows that the dreamer does not even pay attention to the life of the half-step congenital peak, he may not think so.

"What do you want? How can you believe us? Although my Heba kills countless people, he still speaks the faith. If I say one, I will never be two."

Heba looked up at Wang Fan and asked.

"I don't want to do anything, there is only one request for your people to move the gun and then I go out, how?"

Wang Fan said here, he coughed twice, and his voice was even weaker. "After all, I have to surrender. You are facing me with a gun. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"If I go out and the gun goes off, am I going to die very wrong?"

"It makes sense." Heba smiled. He did not let his subordinates just remove the muzzle, but shouted, "You put away your guns, don't go away."

Those people heard Heba's order, without half a word of nonsense, they just put the gun away, without any mess.

"Are you satisfied now? Can you come out?" Heba looked at Wang Fan again and smiled.

He was not afraid of Wang Fan playing with moths at all. In his eyes, in this case, Wang Fan just let him exist.

"Of course." Wang Fan slowly showed his head, but the next second, he suddenly raised the gun, and pulled the trigger one after another toward Heba and the people around him.

Flapping.

Dense gunshots resounded, and Wang Fan fired ten bullets in one breath. Nine Heba subordinates burst into a cloud of blood mist, and immediately fell to the ground and died tragically. Only one bullet fell empty, and one person hid.

That man is Heba.

At the moment when Wang Fan shot, Heba's face changed. He moved a small step to the left at the fastest speed, his head was biased, and the bullet was wiped against his right brain, but it was only brought up. A layer of skin.

"Dare to play me, this is your death!" Heba's complexion suddenly became unbearable, with the gun closed, striding toward Wang Fan.

His body was full of monstrous murderous opportunities.

He Heba, who killed countless people in his life, has a fierce name, and today, he was actually played by a dream ant, how can it be tolerated?

These people present were all masters that he carefully cultivated personally, and now even the heads of nine people have been blown away by Wang Fan, which is simply unbearable.

Before, the reason why he did not let his subordinates enter Wang Fan's attack range was not because he was afraid of Wang Fan, but for his subordinates' safety considerations.

The most important thing is that he has the idea of ​​catching Wang Fan alive, so he should not be too cruel.

But he never imagined that in this way, Wang Fan was playing tricks, killing his nine subordinates in one breath.

Endure is unbearable, it is really unbearable!

He was also a little shocked in his heart. How could the people of Yuanmengge have such precise marksmanship?

With this kind of marksmanship, they may have wiped out all the companions of the sword and martial arts above, right?

Can't figure it out, really can't figure it out.

Wang Fan did not expect Heba to be able to avoid his own bullets, watching Heba killed with anger, feeling the momentum of his body, Wang Fan's eyelids could not help but jump straight.

Midborn!

It turned out to be mid-innate! ! !

He stopped thinking of killing Heba's subordinates in an instant and directly fired all five bullets in the gun towards Heba.

Five bullets roared, three bullets were evaded by Heba, and two bullets hit his body.

Even if Heba is a mid-innate, with a congenital gang gas shield, Wang Fan ’s hand gun is not a shotgun after all, but an elaborate gun at the core of Daomen.

Both the gun and the bullet are unique.

The bullet hit him and instantly smashed the innate qi of his body, raising a blood mist.

Although he did not cause much damage to Heba, Heba was still injured after all.

Wang Fan looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh.

With the sharp drop in strength, his movements can no longer keep up with consciousness. If it is the peak period, at least four of his five bullets will hit Heba.

Moreover, even if Heba is not dead, he will also be seriously injured, and he will not be only slightly injured as he is now.

Of course, if it was the peak period, Wang Fan didn't need to use a gun at all, he could kill Heba with a knife.

But now, it is useless to say that.

"Wang Ba Dan, dare to play with me Heba, today if I Heba will not put you down, I swear not to be human!"

Heba felt the fierce tingling on her forehead, and the blue muscles were soaring.

He shouted and rushed towards Wang Fan.

It's like a evil tiger eating a sheep!

How could Wang Fan face Heba head-to-head, his body flashed, and he went directly to the group of Heba that killed him.

Those subordinates saw their faces and changed their faces, even when they took out the guns in their hands again.

Facing their movements, Wang Fan's footsteps did not stagnate at all, and he rushed to two of them in a moment.

Before the opponent had come and aimed at the trigger, his hands became knives and he severely cut their heads.

Pounce.

With two sounds, the two heads were shattered to death, and Wang Fan quickly grabbed the gun in their hands and rushed to the bunker behind.

Flapping.

Almost at the moment when Wang Fan left, a series of bullets had already been fired, turning the two into a sieve.

Wang Fan's heart jumped wildly, and he didn't dare to move after lying in the bunker. He was scared and thankful.

The opponent's crazy firepower, although fierce, made him very dangerous, but also prevented Heba from chasing the footsteps, giving him time to breathe.

Compared with the crazy firepower of the ten members of Heba, Wang Fan still feels that Heba is more dangerous.

With a pause in firepower, Wang Fan held a double gun and launched a reflection.

He originally thought that with these two guns, he could shoot the remaining ten people completely, and even bring a heavy blow to Heba.

But Wang Fan didn't expect that the two guns added up left only seven bullets. Not to mention hurting Heba, he couldn't even kill Heba's subordinates.

Seven others fell to the ground and died tragically. Heba became more and more mad, and the other three also became hairy.

But they soon discovered that Wang Fan had no bullets.

They were so happy in their hearts that they continued to raise their guns in desperation, and then fired at them.

But at this moment, Wang Fan had thrown out his double guns.

The two were shot by two guns, their heads burst, and they died instantly, while the other shot several bullets.

Every inch of Wang Fan's muscles squeezed to the extreme. With the sense of danger and with Ling Min's body style, he escaped the bullet and instantly flashed to the last person.

The man's face changed wildly, and he grabbed the gun directly and tried to smash Wang Fan, but Wang Fan grinned, his hands rushed forward, grabbed his head and twisted hard.

Click.

His neck was directly broken and he died completely.

At this point, Heba's 21 generals were wiped out.

Wang Fan killed the last person, then turned back to look at Heba, and his eyes also burst out with a strong murderous opportunity.

King to King!

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