My Wife Is the Martial Alliance Head: 850 interrogation
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850 Interrogation
The so-called Feng Shui is good, there is another Imperial Family park next to it, just a small and ruined park.
The subway station is very close, and the transportation is convenient, so it ’s convenient to fart. The subway station is about eight kilometers away from the house. Recently, I had to walk one kilometer away and take a bus.
The agent introduced this house to Li Fan. The area is not large. It is more than 30 square meters.
The house is a room with a bathroom, kitchen and balcony combined.
There is an ordinary linen sofa in the bedroom, in addition is a simple camp bed, which can be considered as a living room.
"This place, you see, is economical and affordable. Except for me, where are you going to find such a good house!"
The intermediary followed Li Fan to promote a bunch again, Li Fan was too lazy to listen.
"Ok-ok-ok, how much did I rent."
"Twelve thousand a month, is it cheap?"
"I rent one quarter first."
"Bet one pay three, the early check-out deposit will be deducted."
The intermediary took out the contract, "Let ’s blank Black Sign, when there is any problem with the house, you will come directly to then it will be alright."
The agent talked with Li Fan about the house for a long time, and finally settled down. Li Fan paid the money and lived in the house.
Long Qingyun is in Kyoto. If you want to find him, you have to go step by step in Kyoto. He hid deep, but Li Fan intends to dig up from that East China Sea product first.
He lay on the camp bed and slept directly at arrived at night.
When it was dark, Li Fan just got up, washed his face, put on a black special combat uniform, and then put the tiger head mask on his face. At the same time, Li Fan hung the compound bow on his waist, then jumped down and jumped out of the window arrived.
There is a black motorcycle parked downstairs without a license plate. Li Fan rode a motorcycle directly, taking advantage of the night, riding arrived all the way outside the sixth ring.
The Dongdong Seafood Factory is here. At this time, the factory has been shut down, but there are a few workers sitting outside, playing poker.
"Does he know to play!"
A man in a jacket came out of the factory and kicked the table.
The poker and change above are everywhere, but few workers dare not say anything.
"Is the goods packed? Are they coming to pull the goods tomorrow morning?"
The jacket man yelled angrily.
"Let ’s pretend ... this pretend ..."
The workers have no choice but to put down the playing cards and pat their butts to load.
Li Fan squatted on a street lamp, and An Jing (quiet) looked at the factory below.
He watched the jacket man walk back to the factory, and several other workers walked to the loading area.
Two guards stood in front of the factory, smoking cigarettes.
These two men were bulging from the waist up, at first glance they were guns.
Li Fan took out a recurve bow, put on a bow and arrow, and shot a guard's head through one arrow, and the whole person was nailed to the back door panel.
The other guard was taken aback, and subconsciously pulled out the pistol behind his waist, and another arrow had cut through the air and flew over, shot through his heart, took him out and nailed it to the door on.
The two were crucified there, just like the specimens.
And Li Fan silently fell from the sky, gently falling to the ground of arrived.
Li Fan approached the inside of the factory, and a worker came over to meet arrived Li Fan at a glance.
"Someone!"
The worker shouted and pulled out his pistol, aimed at Li Fan, and started shooting.
Li Fan hid behind the machine next to it, avoiding the bullet.
Li Fan does not want to expose his art, he is now disguised as an avenger.
He pulled the recurve bow and shot an arrow at the sky.
The strength of the Li Fan is not very strong. The bow and arrow drew a parabola in the air and finally fell on the head of the worker who shot him, penetrating his head.
The gunshots have alarmed the people in the factory. The workers here are all equipped with guns. They rushed out of the factory and started shooting at Li Fan.
Li Fan picked up two pistols and leaned on the back of the steel machine, removed the magazine of one of the guns and put it in his pocket.
He closed his eyes and True Qi formed the field, sensing the position of all the workers in this factory.
After locking these people, Li Fan suddenly rolled to the side while firing three consecutive shots, shooting all three workers to the ground.
Li Fan continues to walk, hiding behind the surrounding machines, covering his body.
When he finds the right opportunity, he will shoot and shoot every time he will overturn a factory worker.
There are not many workers in the factory, and they will be killed by Li Fan in a short time.
He sorted out 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 guessed right, he walked directly to the office of the arrived factory and kicked the door open.
"Bang!"
Li Fan hides aside, the door is sparsely beaten.
The man in the previous jacket carried a shotgun and snarled at Li Fan.
"fuck your mother, I ca n’t beat you!"
The jacket man walked out with a shotgun, chasing Li Fan and wanted to shoot him into a horse honeycomb.
Li Fan leaned against the wall and pushed up when the jacket man ’s shotgun exposed his head.
With a bang, the bullet of the shotgun hit the ceiling above the head, the wall was cracked, and fell down.
And Li Fan raised his foot, kicked on the jacket man, kicked him out, and escaped his shotgun.
The jacket man heavily hit the back table and knocked it over. Li Fan walked in, one foot on the jacket man, holding a shotgun in his hand, pointing at his head.
"Say, where is Long Qingyun."
The Li Fan voice asked coldly through the mask.
a moment ago still has a menacing jacket, and now he is scared to pee.
Li Fan is wearing a tiger head mask, like a beast from hell, ready to reap his life at any time!
"Who, who is Long Qingyun ... I do n’t know ..."
Boom!
Li Fan broke this guy's arm with a single shot.
The man in the jacket screamed in pain, like killing a pig, but Li Fan had no sympathy at all.
"Hurry up."
"I, I really don't know ..."
"Bang!"
Li Fan broke another leg of this buddy.
He passed out in pain and was awakened by Li Fan again with water.
The jacket man is desperate, this guy is a fiend!
"Please, let me go, let me go, I really do n’t know anything ..."
Crossing **** urine from the jacket man crying.
"Where is Long Qingyun."
Li Fan sits on the boss ’s chair with his legs on the table, holding the shotgun and facing the jacket man lying on the floor.
One leg was interrupted and he could n’t run even if he wanted to run.