Chapter 987

More than an hour later, Wang Fan appeared at the Jiujiang meeting.

It's only three o'clock in the afternoon now, but there is not even a gatekeeper in such a big Jiujiang meeting. It seems very quiet and abnormal.

Wang fan doesn't need to think much, but also knows that Qiu Meng must have informed Qiu Xiaopu in advance, making him ready in advance.

but Wang Fan didn't think that Chou laughed and ran away, not to mention that the literary man's eyes were everywhere in the city of cloth, and he could not run away. Most importantly, Wang Fan smelled the smell of gunfire.

Obviously, there is an ambush in the manor, waiting for Wang Fan.

"Jiming and goupilfer generation, even if we know in advance that Wang fan is coming, what if we set up an ambush? No one can stop Wang Fan from destroying your Jiujiang club."

Wang Fan sneered. The master of Arts was brave. Without hesitation, he smashed the gate of Jiujiang manor and strode in.

"Kill

At the moment he stepped in, a word of killing suddenly came out, followed by a series of piercing gunshots.

The sound of flapping guns rang out. In an instant, there was a barrage of bullets.

Countless bullets seemed to form a curtain of rain, crazy cover shot at Wang Fan.

Wang Fan sneer, right foot in the moment, the whole person directly Teng body and up, to meet up.

At the same time, he also pulled out the shadow knife in an instant and began to wave it crazily.

The sound of Jingling rang out, the shadow knife formed a curtain, swept away a lot of bullets, and some were thrown back.

Ah, with a few screams, the elite members of Jiujiang Club fell to the ground covered with blood, and soon lost their vitality.

"Wang Fan, you dare to offend our Jiujiang society. Today, you will surely die." Qiu Xiaopu looks at this scene through the monitoring screen. He can't help grabbing a microphone and making a vicious voice.

The sound came from the loudspeakers in the manor, and it was like thunder.

Wang Fan sneered, "Qiu Xiaopu, I gave you the chance of Jiujiang meeting. Since you don't grasp it, you're still stubborn. Don't blame me for being cruel."

He said, instant body up, a knife cut out.

A few feet long sword is wide. Not far away, the five elite Jiujiang club who are about to continue shooting have no time to pull the trigger.

Red blood splashed and died.

"Sure to die? Is that what you rely on? I can kill them with a knife

Wang Fan said with a sneer, once again flying into the air, another knife cut off, sharp knife awn sharp now, another five Jiujiang elite, all covered with blood, fell to the ground, more or less.

Jiujiang club is a mob, plus guns and ammunition are good or bad, whether it's their strength or weapons, it can't stop Wang Fan's impact.

If it were the powerful special guns, or the regular mercenaries outside the country, with so many bullets coming at the same time, Wang Fan would not be so relaxed.

If not, Wang Fan will be seriously injured or even killed.

The gap of strength and weapons made them vulnerable in front of Wang Fan.

"Go to hell!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill

However, Wang Fan's fierce attack didn't stop the rest of Jiujiang's elite. They roared wildly and launched a crazy attack again.

At this time, those who can be left behind by Qiu Xiaopu are all loyal members of Jiujiang society. For the sake of Jiujiang club, they can be brave and not afraid of death.

"Kill?" Wang Fan sneered, "what do you take to kill? In the face of powerful strength, your fierce and fearless fighting is just death. "

Wang fan is smiling, the body shape turns into the remnant shadow, pours on those Jiujiang meeting elite.

Hand up knife down, merciless!

Blood is spraying, limbs are flying, for a time, the whole Jiujiang will manor, as if forming a hell on earth.

"If you don't grasp the opportunity, you can't blame Wang Fan for being cruel and destroying your Jiujiang society."

Wang Fan sneered and walked forward. Where he passed, the blood flowed everywhere.

Behind him, has fallen a large elite.

No matter shooting with guns or chopping with knives, they were all slaughtered by Wang Fan. Even if they didn't die, they had only half their lives left.

Jiujiang will start from the black, and these people must be covered with blood, so Wang Fan didn't show any mercy.

Just a few breaths, Jiujiang will manor, it has become a river of blood.

The ground, has been completely red with blood, red glare, red frightening.

Qiu Xiaopu in the main house looks at this scene, his eyelids are shaking, and his heart is filled with chill.

More than 200 elite and more than 200 guns were unable to stop Wang Fan's killing. Wang Fan was so terrible.

No wonder, at the beginning, the writer who was at the height of the sun had to bow to Wang Fan and become a vassal.

However, Qiu Xiaopu was not afraid.He still has his cards.

"I can carry swords and bullets, but I don't believe you can carry bombs! Big deal, I'll die with you! "

Qiu Xiao clenched his teeth and grinned grimly, with a look of terror. "If you want to destroy my Jiujiang club, I want to destroy you Wang Fan, then let's die together!"

At the moment of his grim smile, Wang Fan has killed all the elite of Jiujiang club in the manor and stepped into the main house.

He listened to Qiu Xiaopu's grim murmur and sneered, "Oh, right? Then tell me, how can you let us die together? "

Qiu Xiaopu looks at Wang Fan who strides in, and then listens to Wang Fan's sneer. His eyelids can't help jumping again.

Didn't wang fan still kill people outside before? Why did he come here in a twinkling of an eye? Is that too fast?

But now he doesn't think so much. He laughs wildly. He grabs a remote control button with his left hand and a square black block with his right hand. His eyes are full of death.

"Why? That's it When Qiu Xiaopu was talking, he could not help but step back two steps to distance himself from Wang Fan.

"Do you know what this is? This is a bomb. It's a bomb I bought at a high price from abroad at a cost of more than 100 million yuan! "

"As long as it detonates, it will be enough to blow up a kilometer into ruins! Bang, everything, all destroyed

Qiu Xiaopu's face was full of grimace, and his voice was very loud. "Wang, aren't you very powerful? Aren't you very good at fighting?"

"The sword can't hurt you, and the bullet can't kill you. I want to see if the bomb can kill you because you are so powerful!"

His voice is full of strong resentment, but also full of the pleasure of venting hatred, "anyway, Jiujiang will now be like this, I'm also oppressed by you, it's not a pity to die!"

"But you are young, respected and promising. Are you willing to die like this? I tell you, when I die, I can pull you on my back. I've already made money! "

Chou chuckles and stares at Wang Fan.

He wanted to see panic and fear in Wang Fan's face.

He also wanted to see Wang Fan be soft and beg for mercy.

After all, Wang Fan, a young man with a bright future, certainly didn't want to die like this.

However, Qiu Xiaopu was disappointed.

Wang fan not only did not show any panic and fear, but also looked at him like an idiot.

"Oh, really? Then you can detonate it quickly. I really want to see the power of this bomb. " Wang Fan said with an indifferent face.

Qiu Xiaomin is almost angry. NIMA, isn't this what he wants?

"You, you don't believe the power of this bomb, or you don't believe it's a bomb?" Qiu Xiaopu almost vomited blood. He felt that he had punched the cotton and had nowhere to borrow.

He wanted to threaten Wang Fan. Before he died with Wang Fan in his arms, he had a look at Wang Fan's despair. However, Wang Fan didn't give him a chance at all.