Ye Fan smiled, his smile was very vigorous and brilliant.

Yang Hongxing shouted again: "Ye Fan, Duanmu Qing, put down his weapons."

"If you don't put down your weapons, don't blame me for not giving face."

Several agents raised their guns and pointed them at two people.

"when!"

Ye Fan swung his right hand and a sharp knife made a loud bang, directly hitting a surveillance video on the top of his head.

Fragments were flying, and Yang Hongxing and the others could instinctively look up and look back.

Duanmu Qing's eyes tightened.

Ye Fan took the opportunity to take a step forward, raised his left hand and held Duanmu Qing's hand holding the gun.

When the muzzle is moved, and the thumb presses Duanmuqing and pulls the trigger finger is equivalent to shooting himself for Duanmuqing.

"Bang bang bang--"

Seven bullets were shot out under Ye Fan's armpits, all hitting Yang Hongxing and the others' feet.

Almost at the same time, Ye Fan pinched Duanmuqing's throat with his right hand.

Brute force was spit out.
Chapter completed!