Chapter 850

850 interrogation

The so-called Feng Shui is good. There is a royal park next to it, just a shabby little park.

And the subway station is very close, convenient transportation, convenient fart. The subway station is about eight kilometers away from the house. Recently, you have to walk one kilometer away and take a bus.

The agent introduced this house to Li Fan. It's not big, a total of more than 30 square meters. It's clean inside, but it's a little damp.

The room is a room with a bathroom, and the kitchen and balcony are combined.

There is an ordinary linen sofa in the bedroom, plus a simple marching bed, which can be regarded as habitable.

"This place, you see, is economical and affordable. Besides me, where can you find such a good house?"

The intermediary followed Li Fan and preached a lot, and Li Fan was too lazy to listen.

"OK, how much is it? I rent it."

"Twelve thousand a month, isn't it cheap?"

"I'll rent it for a quarter first."

"Deposit one, pay three, and deduct the deposit for early check-out."

The intermediary took out the contract, "let's write in black and white. If there is any problem with the house at that time, you can directly come to me."

The agent talked with Li Fan about the house for a long time, and finally it was settled. Li Fan paid the money and lived in the house.

Long Qingyun is in Kyoto. If you want to find him, you have to come step by step in Kyoto. He hid deeply, but Li Fan planned to dig from Dongdong seafood first.

He lay on the marching bed and slept straight through the night.

When it was dark, Li Fan got up, washed his face, put on a black special combat suit, and then took the tiger head mask on his face. At the same time, Li Fan hung the composite bow on his waist, and then jumped down from the window to the outside.

Downstairs, there is a black motorcycle without a license plate. Li Fan directly got on the motorcycle and rode all the way outside the Sixth Ring Road in the dark.

Dongdong seafood factory is right here. At this time, the factory has shut down, but there are several workers sitting there, playing cards.

"He knows how to play!"

A man in a jacket came out of the factory and kicked the table over.

Poker and change on it were scattered everywhere, but several workers dared not say a word.

"Are all the goods loaded? Yes, they will come to pick up the goods tomorrow morning!"

The jacket man shouted angrily.

"Let's pretend... Let's pretend..."

These workers obediently put down their playing cards, patted their hips and went to load.

Li Fan squatted on a street lamp and quietly looked at the factory below.

He watched the jacket man walk back to the factory while several other workers walked to the loading area.

Two guards are smoking at the gate of the factory.

The two men were bulging at the waist. They looked like guns.

Li Fan took out the reverse bow, put on the bow and arrow, shot through the head of a guard with one arrow, and nailed the whole person on the back door panel.

Another guard was shocked, subconsciously pulled out the pistol behind his waist, and another arrow had cut through the air, flew over, shot through his heart, took him out, and nailed him to the door panel.

Two people were nailed there, just like specimens.

Li Fan fell silently from the sky and gently fell to the ground.

Li Fan approached the factory, and a worker happened to come to the front and saw Li Fan at a glance.

"Someone!"

The worker shouted, pulled out his pistol at the same time, aimed at Li Fan and began shooting.

Li Fan hid behind the nearby machine and dodged the bullet.

Li Fan doesn't want to expose his kung fu. He is now disguised as an avenger.

He drew back his bow and shot an arrow into the air.

Li Fan didn't use much force. The bow and arrow drew a parabola in the air, and finally fell on the top of the shooter's head, penetrating his head.

The gunfire has alerted the people in the factory. The workers here are equipped with guns. They rushed out of the factory one after another and started shooting at Li Fan.

Li Fan picked up two pistols, leaned against the back of the steel machine, removed the clip of one of them and put it in his pocket.

He closed his eyes and formed a field of Qi, sensing the position of all workers in the factory.

After locking these people, Li Fan suddenly rolled aside and fired three shots in a row, overturning the three workers.

Li Fan continued to swim, constantly hiding behind the surrounding machines, covering his body.

He would shoot at the right opportunity, and every time he would shoot down a factory worker.

There were not many workers in the factory, and Li Fan soon killed them completely.

He tidied up his weapons and stood up from the bunker.

This is definitely not an ordinary factory. How can ordinary workers be equipped with pistols?

Li Fan's guess is not wrong. He walked directly to the factory office and kicked the door open.

"Bang!"

Li Fan hid nearby, and the door was beaten to pieces.

The previous jacket man carrying a shotgun roared at Li Fan.

"Grass Mud Horse, I can't kill you!"

The jacket man came out with a shotgun and chased Li Fan to shoot him into a hornet's nest.

Li Fan leaned against the wall and pushed up when the jacket man's shotgun showed his head.

With a bang, the bullets of the shotgun hit the ceiling overhead, and the wall was cracked and fell down.

Li Fan raised his foot, kicked the jacket man, kicked him out, and avoided his shotgun at the same time.

The jacket man slammed into the table behind him and knocked the table upside down. Li Fan walked in, one foot on the jacket man, holding a shotgun in his hand, pointing to his head.

"Say, where is long Qingyun."

Li Fan asked coldly through his mask.

Just now, the jacket man, who was still aggressive, is scared to pee.

Li Fan is wearing a tiger head mask, like a beast from hell, ready to harvest his life at any time!

"Who, who is long Qingyun... I don't know..."

Bang!

Li Fan broke this guy's arm with one shot.

The jacket man screamed in pain, like killing a pig, but Li Fan didn't mean to sympathize at all.

"Speak quickly."

"I, I really don't know..."

"Bang!"

Li Fan broke another leg of his brother.

He passed out in pain, and Li Fan woke him up with water.

The jacket man is desperate. This guy is a devil!

"Please, let me go, let me go, I really don't know anything..."

The jacket man's crying excrement and urine flow.

"Where is long Qingyun?"

Li Fan sat on the boss' chair, his legs on the table, holding the shotgun, facing the jacket man lying on the ground.

If one leg is broken, he can't run even if he wants to run.