Chapter 1246

1246 you shout

Whether it's easy or not, we have to do it.

Li Fan wanted to find Liu Xiaowan and hurriedly took her home. No matter what the reason, Li Fan will never let women leave him!

"Brother, this is the territory of the local gang."

Lao Biao himself drove Li Fan to a bar at the corner of Chinatown. The appearance of this bar is very good, hundreds of times better than that of a small shop like Dajiao. A beautiful three story building with bright lights outside and noisy inside.

Outside the bar, there are two white security guards, each with big arms and round waists, with guns hung on their waists.

When Li Fan walked over, the two security guards immediately stopped him.

"Stop, Chinese are not allowed here!"

The two security guards glared at Li Fan.

"Oh? This is a place opened by Chinese people. Why not let Chinese people enter?"

Li Fan was not angry, and asked with a smile.

"Fuck! Talk a lot!"

A security guard flew into a rage and reached out to push Li Fan. He is nearly 1.9 meters tall and strong. Normally, Li Fan's body should be pushed down at once. But Li Fan stretched out his hand, pinched it on the wrist of the white security guard, and then twisted it.

With a crash, the white man's wrist was directly broken, and then Li Fan twisted his arm and pressed it on the ground, and then kicked the white security guard on the temple, directly kicking him to death.

Li Fan's neat move surprised another white security guard.

“fuck　you!”

He cursed loudly, then pulled out a pistol from behind his waist and aimed it at Li Fan.

But Li Fan turned around and kicked the pistol away. Then he lifted his leg again and kicked the security guard on the head.

Cut the Dragon platform, legs up and down.

Li Fan's attack is accurate and effective, and one hit is sure to kill.

Old Biao is a little silly. This little bully is really powerful. With him alone, the whole Chinatown was accepted every minute!

"Come on, let's meet that Anthony... Oh, and that brother Liang."

Li Fan pushed open the door of the bar, facing a huge impact of metal music, which almost lifted Li Fan out.

Mom has a chicken. Although she has been to bars before, this bar in Chinatown is too noisy, far better than the one opened by concubine Zhou.

"Who are you?"

The light inside flickered, and a bartender saw Li Fan and them coming in through the light, very vigilant.

No Chinese are welcome here. Even those damn local gangsters in Chinatown can't enter this bar from the front door, but only from the back door where they need to work!

All colored people are damn stupid pigs. They only deserve to be dominated by whites!

"Just in time."

As soon as Li Fan stretched out his hand, the bartender was immediately caught across the air, suspended in front of Li Fan, looking frightened, struggling desperately, and constantly kicking his legs.

He had no idea what had happened, but the feeling of death had come to him.

"Where is your boss?"

Li Fan asked coldly. His voice was obviously small, but it was clearly transmitted to the bartender's ear.

The bartender thought he had encountered the devil, and he quickly pointed out the boss's position.

"Very good, thank you."

Li Fan put the bartender down and threw it aside.

The bartender was lying on the ground against the wall. Looking at Li Fan's back, he suddenly stretched out his hand and took out a pistol from his arms.

Li Fan didn't look back, just turned his back to him, stretched out his hand and shook his palm.

"Click!"

The bartender's head was twisted 180 degrees, and he died.

"The road to death..."

Lao Biao couldn't help but curl his lips. It was clear that Li Fan gave him a chance to survive. As a result, this guy didn't cherish himself!

The music in the bar was so loud that no one knew there was a death here. Li fan set off a secret war in the bar. He kept walking to the place where the target was located. Along the way, many white security guards stopped him, and Li Fan got rid of them.

These people are obviously better equipped than the Northeast gang and the Taiwan gang. Pistols are M1911, and some people are even equipped with anti-terrorism submachine guns such as MP5.

Obviously, these people are well-trained and not ordinary gangsters. But even if they carry rocket propelled grenades, Li Fan is not afraid. He destroyed and soon reached the office on the second floor. And Lao Biao followed him all the way, extremely safe.

Lao Biao is also the first time to enter this bar. How much money does this place earn a year? He can't help being a little jealous. But thinking that this place would be destroyed soon, he put away his jealousy again.

No matter how much money you make, you have to spend your life!

Li Fan quickly walked to the door of the office. He raised his foot and kicked the door open.

In this office, a middle-aged Chinese man in a flowery shirt sat among a group of women, hugging left and right, smoking drugs, and the whole person seemed to be about to rise to heaven.

Seeing Li Fan coming in, he shook his head and said vaguely.

"Who? Come on? Play together?"

"This is brother Liang, but according to his appearance, it should have been abandoned."

Lao Biao sneered twice, "drugs, which is to say that you can touch them?"

"Others leave."

Li Fan gave the order, "I'll give you ten seconds."

With that, Li Fan gave Lao Biao a look. Lao Biao immediately pulled out his pistol and motioned.

Those girls were so scared that they ran away that they didn't even have time to wear clothes.

"Yes... It seems to be a good life..."

Old Biao patted a sister on the ass, and he couldn't help being jealous on his face.

"Hey, why are you all gone... Come back, play together... God..."

Brother Liang also shouted a few confused.

"You are paralyzed!"

Lao Biao came forward, slapped his mouth on his face, fanned him down from the sofa and fell to the ground.

"Where's Anthony? Where is he?"

Brother Liang was picked up by old Biao, drooling at the corners of his mouth, looking at him with empty eyes.

"Anthony... Who is it..."

"It's your father!"

Old Biao swung his hands, arched left and right, and kept pumping in brother Liang's face. After smoking for more than five minutes, Lao Biao's hands were red. Brother Liang finally woke up with pain, looked at Lao Biao and screamed.

"Old, old Biao! Grass mud horse, why are you here?"

He subconsciously took the pistol and found that his pistol had long been held in his hand by Lao Biao, pointing to his head.

"You, you're crazy. Here are all my people! As long as I give an order, you can't live!"

Brother Liang shouted.

"You shout."

Lao Biao was happy. There was no one else here. They were all eliminated by Li Fan.

"Come on, come on!"

Brother Liang tore his throat and shouted for a long time, but no one paid attention.

His face finally changed, from red to pale.

Have all your people been killed?