Chapter 773: Smash confidence

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"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Zhuo snarled wildly, and the golden gun lifted up, pulling the trigger mercilessly at Wang Fan.
He must kill Wang Fan, he must kill Wang Fan!
If Wang Fan is not dead, there will be a magic barrier in his heart, and it will be difficult to go further.
At this moment, under the madness, he couldn't even take Su Weiwei's safety into consideration, he had only one thought, that is, to kill Wang Fan, who will kill him!
Bump!
The bullets in the sky soared, and in a blink of an eye, they shot wildly towards Wang Fan and his party, piercing the eardrums, and they were powerful.
The whole room was filled with the smell of gunpowder, which made people tremble and mad.
Su Weiwei, Meng Qingyang and others felt this scene, and they all changed, and the only one who was calm was Wang Fan and Night.
"Don't you believe it? Well, I will crush your confidence and make you believe it!" Wang Fan sneered, took a big step forward, and fired the gun without hesitation.
Flapping.
There was another piercing sound, followed by jingling sounds, and I saw that all the bullets fired by Zhuo's one shot were swept down, leaving the floor full of shells.
Moreover, while shooting, Wang Fan's footsteps are still moving forward, slowly approaching Zhuo Yi shot.
This means that, regardless of the accuracy of the shooting method, Wang Fan's shooting speed is much faster than Zhuo's one shot.
Otherwise, the bullets hitting in mid-air will only get closer and closer to Wang Fan, and Wang Fan will never be able to approach it calmly.
This unprecedented shooting duel made everyone's eyes widen and their faces were incredible.
No one thought that Wang Fan's marksmanship was so terrifying that it was a crushing shot.
Dark night is also a shock in her heart. She once thought that Wang Fan's good medical skills and good skills are already against the sky. But now it seems that Wang Fan's marksmanship is more like a god.
This shot, almost dumped her hundreds of streets in the dark.
Dark Night felt that the only thing he still had in front of Wang Fan was his skill.
Although the godfather always said how powerful Wang Fan was, she still disagreed.
In addition to these few times, Wang Fan has not shown his skills. She thinks that Wang Fan is average in strength, at most it is ordinary innate initial level, which is much worse than her.
flutter!
There was another shot, and Wang Fan shot his wrist before Zhuo shot the next bullet.
With a click, the golden gun fell to the ground, and Zhuo retreated while covering his wrist.
He looked at Wang Fan, his face pale.
His proud pistol shot, his proud self-confidence, was so cruelly disintegrated by Wang Fan in a nearly cruel way.
He has a sense of end.
Wang Fan swept down the gold gun in Zhuo's gun and walked slowly in front of him.
"One shot, Zhuo, do you still have confidence? Do you dare to say that it only takes one shot to kill me?"
At this time, Wang Fan was like a high emperor who looked at everything and ruled the world.
"I, I lost." Zhuo spit out a few words with difficulty, and then fell to the ground helplessly, decadent like ants.
There was no longer any confidence in him, and no longer the previous spirit.
Looking at Zhuo at this moment, everyone knows that he is over.
Even if Wang Fan spared him, he would never return to the top of his marksmanship, let alone go further.
Sometimes it is as simple as defeating a person.
In fact, Wang Fan could use his fist to shoot Zhuo Zhuo and take it down, but he didn't do that.
He believes that since Zhuo Yiqi feels his marksmanship is good, why not beat him with a gunshot, then that will make more sense.
Therefore, Wang Fan chose this method of making guns with guns.
"withdraw!"
"Run!"
The defeat was a downfall, and Zhuo fell with a shot. He naturally brought those cronies without confidence to continue the fight.
After recovering, they rushed out of the box without any choice, and hated to give birth to two legs.
The marksmanship shown by Wang Fan has completely deterred them, and they have no courage to stay.
A Biao Su Weiwei looked at this scene and was about to pursue it, but was stopped by Wang Fan's hand. "You don't have to chase anymore, a bunch of little guys, it's meaningless to catch up."
Wang Fan also pointed at Zhuo Zhuo and the poisoned woman. "What's more, the big fish are all here. It's enough to have them."
Abiao Suweiwei nodded and returned to Wang Fan.
Wang Fan looked at Meng Qingyang, "Meng Shao, I'm so embarrassed, I was shocked."
"Where did Wang Shao speak? This is what I should do. I just hate myself for being incompetent and incompetent. I can't worry about Wang Shao."
Where did Meng Qingyang dare to bear Wang Fan's politeness, said quickly and sincerely.
"Meng Shao does not have to be polite, he is all his own, not to mention, some young shrimp soldiers don't need Meng Shao to shoot."
Wang Fan waved his hand, "However, the next thing in the coffee shop, Meng Shao needs to deal with the tail."
"Wang Shao rest assured that the hands and tails here are handed over to me, and Wang Shao will not be disappointed." Meng Qingyang quickly patted her chest.
"Then thank Meng Shao, let's go." Wang Fan said, leaving the box directly.
Su Weiwei's night is followed.
A Biao stunned Zhuo with a single shot, then lifted it up one by one, and followed behind.
Although there was a gun battle in the cafe, it did not have much impact on the outside. First, the sound insulation of the box was better, and second, the guns were equipped with silencers.
After all, this is the capital city. No matter whether Zhuo is shot, Meng Duzhong is a celebrity, and he has to pay attention to his influence.
There were ten men and women sitting on the two put together tables in the hall. Although these ten people were dressed like dogs, they were very rude in appearance, and they were filled with a breath of strangers.
That cold atmosphere made few customers dare to approach them at all. Within three meters of the surroundings, there was no table of guests and all the seats were empty.
"Brother Snake, do you say that Miss Poison and Zhuo can be successful? Why haven't you got any news for so long?" One of them drank a sip of coffee and couldn't help but ask the middle man with a Chinese character in the middle.
The Chinese character nicknamed "A Snake", the brave man of the Boiling River, is the leader of this operation.
A snake frowned, "This is not easy to say, now they are not out, and I dare not contact the poison girl in a hurry, afraid of playing grass to startle the snake."
"Let's not move here first, just wait and see the changes. If they succeed, that's best. If they fail, we will withdraw."
"Withdraw? Why should we withdraw?" The man could not help asking again.
"Because if Zhuo shot those people who can't figure out each other, if we all add up, they won't be opponents."
A snake said, "If we are in the Silver Triangle, or if we have heavy firepower in our hands, we might be able to fight. But we only have so few embroidered needle pistols in our hands, what fight?"
A snake had just said this, and suddenly looked away not far away like a ghost.
I saw that a group of Wang Fan swaggered down.
In the hands of A Biao, like the iron tower, there are two people who are covered in blood and half dead. Look closely, who is Zhuo Yiqi and the poison girl?
There was cold sweat oozing from behind the snake, and he never thought that Zhuo Yiqi and others really failed.
However, Zhuo was arrested with one shot, and he brought those people. Why didn't he see them? Was it all killed?
Thinking of this, there was another cold sweat behind Ah Snake.
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