Super Farmer's Legion of Beauties

Chapter 1563

"Only for a moment!"

"But it can't solve the problem at all!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Zhongfu spoke in a tone and struck while the iron was hot.

"What's really daunting is the potential power you can't see."

"Believe it or not, I'll take out my cell phone and chase a call directly."

"In less than 10 minutes, you can be thrown into the criminal court to eat peanuts?"

On the surface, Zhao Zhongfu pretends to be Zhang Xiaofan's consideration.

For Zhang Xiaofan's good, sincere manner.

But in fact, his right hand, hidden behind his back, has a hook finger.

Directly behind him, a tall and thin man made a gesture.

And the tall and thin man saw Zhao Zhongfu's gesture.

Suddenly I understood.

Then his figure, also without trace, slowly retreated back.

Finally, I came to a screen about one person high.

The tall and thin man is sheltered by a screen.

From my waist without a trace.

He found a 54 pistol, which was cold and cold.

"Ha ha..."

Zhang Xiaofan ignored Zhao Zhongfu's long speech.

He reached into his coat pocket and took out a picture.

Keep the person in front of you.

Zhao Zhongfu is talking about it.

Then with a finger flick, smile ha ha, way.

"That's right, it's you!"

Then he wiped the blood on his hands with the photo.

Then, he dropped the photo on the ground and walked slowly towards Zhao Zhongfu and the bald man.

"Hands on!"

See Zhang Xiaofan towards his side slowly.

Zhao Zhongfu finally tore off the mask of hypocrisy on his face.

Direct on, that early ambush in Zhang Xiaofan behind the screen position of tall thin man.

Roaring in a murderous manner.

In the tone of voice, it's even more revealing!

"Little red man, go to hell with your father!"

After hearing Zhao Zhongfu's order.

The tall and thin man, who had already been ready, did not hesitate.

Just hold up the pistol.

The black muzzle was aimed directly at the back of Zhang Xiaofan's head.

Right index finger, is also at this time ruthlessly pulled the trigger.

At this moment, time seems to be frozen.

Zhao Zhongfu in the living room, a bald man.

And the tall, thin man with his right index finger on the trigger.

At this moment, a smile of excitement flashed on their faces.

It's easy to hide an open gun, but hard to defend a hidden arrow!

As if in the next second, they can see Zhang Xiaofan in between touch and defense.

The head was directly pierced by a pistol bullet in the hands of a tall and thin man.

In an instant, he was killed on the spot.

Even, Zhao Zhongfu and other people have already come to mind.

Zhang Xiaofan's eyes are wide, his face is not willing, can't believe, the state of death with eyes closed --!

One second has passed...

two seconds have passed...

three seconds have passed...

Zhao Zhongfu and others have not heard the music.

When a pistol bullet comes out of the chamber, it sends out "Bang --!" The roar of.

There was also no "click" from the bullet shooting out of the skull Like the crisp sound of watermelon.

What's more, Zhang Xiaofan's voice full of discontent, anger, and pain.