V2.Chapter 441 (1/2)

The shooter with his head on the muzzle blinked. Looking at Wang Fan squatting in front of him, he asked suspiciously: ”two fat men?”

”Yes, two fat people, don't you know?” Wang Fan frowned and asked impatiently.

”There's a fat man in the basement, big brother. I've told you all I know. Don't kill me!” The shooter said nervously.

”I'm also quite puzzled. With your psychological quality, how did Zhao Zheng decide to let you do such a thing?” Wang Fan looked at the shooter lying on the ground and said with emotion.

Although the shooter in front of him looks fierce, he looks like a gentle lamb at the moment. Facing the muzzle of Liu Juan's gun on his head, he tells the secret he knows without hesitation.

Wang Fan's words let the gunner do not know how to answer, he only looked at Wang Fan with a wry smile, waiting for Wang Fan to open his eyes.

The muzzle of the gun slowly left the shooter's head. Liu Juan stepped back and stood aside. Feeling all this, the shooter got up from the ground without hesitation and ran to the door of the villa.

Just as the shooter ran to the door of the villa, Liu Juan pulled the trigger and fired a shot at the back of the shooter.

Gunfire rang, the shooter's head splashed with a blood mist, inertia let him fly directly out of the door.

”Well, I thought you'd let him go.” Wang Fan looked at Liu Juan and said.

”Do you think if he put a gun on your head, he would let you go?” Liu Juan asked.

Seeing the angry expression on Liu Juan's face, Wang Fan shut his mouth wisely, picked up the weapon on the ground, unloaded the bullet clip, and turned to look for the entrance to the basement.

There was no shooter in the villa. Two people soon found the entrance to the basement. In case, Wang fan made a special investigation. After confirming that there was no shooter in the basement, they entered the basement first.

The basement under the villa is actually a wine cellar, and the space is not as big as Wang Fan imagined. At most, it can only be regarded as a small wine cellar.

Stepping on the steps under his feet, Wang Fan comes to the bottom of the small wine cellar, lights up the lighter, finds the power switch, and lightly presses the switch on the wall, so that the light on the top of his head will be bright.

Rows of wine racks are placed on the ground neatly. At the end of the wine rack, a small wooden door is covered by these wine racks.

”Go and have a look!” Wang Fan said to Liu Juan.

Liu Juan, who came down behind Wang Fan, nodded her head when she heard Wang Fan's words and walked to the small wooden door with the handle of the gun.

High heeled shoes on the concrete floor, a series of fine percussion sound, wine cellar space is not big, soon Liu Juan came to the side of the small wooden door.

Although there is no shooter in the villa, Liu Juan does not take it lightly. After years of life and death test, she never believes in any fluke, and will not trust her life to a miracle.

There is a metal handle on the small wooden door. Liu Juan is standing on the side with the handle at the moment. She sticks her body on the wall, passes her body with her right hand, and painstakingly twists the handle on the door.

”Click”

When the door lock was opened, there was a crisp metal crash.

”Creak”