V2.Chapter 362 (1/2)
By the man behind him with a gun to his head, Wang Fan got out of the car shivering. He looked around and saw the desolation.
”It's really a good place to kill people.”
Except for the disordered shrubs, there was no life around, Wang Fan could not help saying.
”Let's go!”
The man behind him commands in poor Chinese.
The other three men who had been together had brought shovel and pickaxe from the truck. They went to Wang Fan's side and looked at Wang Fan as if they were looking at the corpse.
”Do you speak Chinese?”
Looking at several men in front of him, Wang Fan asked.
No one answered except the cold eyes.
”Well, I don't think you need to send a message to the big prince.”
No one responded, which disappointed Wang Fan.
Originally, he prepared some very domineering words. He wanted to choose one of the four men who could speak Chinese to stay, and then let him tell it to the big prince.
Now it seems that his idea is going to fail.
Hand to the waist, fingers have touched the handle of the gun with his temperature, Wang Fan calmly looked at the four men in front of him.
He's waiting for the moment to kill these four guys and drive the van out of here.
Bang
Just as Wang Fan was looking for an opportunity, a gunshot startled everyone.
When everyone was relieved, the driver on the truck had been killed in the driver's seat and his head burst out of the window.
“*@#&”
The man standing next to Wang Fan, whistling, waved to others, turned and ran to the truck driver.
At the moment when the man turned around, Wang Fan drew out his pistol and shot a man in front of him without hesitation.
Without waiting for others to slow down, Wang Fan shot three other men in succession.
This action is just like a shooting scene in a movie and TV series. However, the smell of blood in the air reminds everyone that all this is true.
Several figures ran out from the bushes. Wang Fan aimed his gun at the man who ran to him first.
”Wang Fan, we are also from the high table meeting.”
The man frowned and yelled at Wang Fan.
”Oh?” Wang Fan looks at each other distrustfully.
Just behind the man who talked with Wang Fan, several more men came running, and the muzzle of the gun pointed at Wang Fan one after another.
”Put the gun down.” The man commands his men.
Those men with weapons, looked at Wang Fan, and then reluctantly put down their weapons, but their eyes to Wang Fan were still full of vigilance and hostility.
Since the other side put down the weapon, Wang Fan naturally is not good, still point at the other side with the muzzle of the gun, then also put down the raised arm, but the insurance of the pistol is not open.
The man in front of him is in his thirties, dressed in the national costume of T country, with dark skin and short stature. At first sight, he is a native of T country.