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Meng Fan wasn't sure why Zhou Zheng had let the Wolf King do what it wanted at Binhai. It could be a matter of policy, or it could be the deterrence of the Wolf King's forces. However, this wasn't what Meng Fan was worried about.

At the very least, it was enough for Meng Fan to rely on his background to deal with the Wolf King. As for the end, he had never expected anyone to deal with the Wolf King. Even Zheng Yu was the same.

After leaving Binhai City's Public Security Bureau, Meng Fan's face was filled with fatigue. Today, he had run to several places and plotted and schemed against them, which made it difficult for Meng Fan to endure.

In the end, he decided to rush to the Soaring Dragon Company. With regards to the Wolf King's plan, the initial plan was more or less complete. With the police and those forces holding him down, he definitely wouldn't have the time to provoke Meng Fan in the near future.

As long as Meng Fan could find the position of the Wolf King, he would be able to proceed with his next plan. However, this would still take time.

This was the first time he had encountered a traffic jam in the city center. Although everything looked very normal, Meng Fan had a bad feeling about this.

"F * ck!" Are you blind? I'm fine here. What do you mean, you hit me from behind? "

Meng Fan had just rolled down the window when the wind blew in, causing him to feel somewhat cool. He then heard a man's angry swearing from behind him.

Hearing this person's voice, Meng Fan did not notice anything amiss. However, when he looked at the situation behind him through the rearview mirror, he secretly cursed. Not daring to hesitate in the slightest, he pushed open the car door and jumped out without thinking.

"Da Da Da!"

A string of gunshots broke through the chaotic crowd. The middle-aged man who was cursing earlier was already lying in a pool of blood. On Meng Fan's car, a dotted line appeared from the bullet holes in his car.

"Holy sh * t!" My car! " Seeing this, Meng Fan cursed. He was still calculating on how much he had to spend to repair the car. His body was curled up beside a neighboring car as he secretly observed the situation behind him.

At the same time, several motorcycles appeared in Meng Fan's field of vision. There were about seven or eight motorcycles, each with two people on it. One of them was driving the motorbike, while the other sat in the back, holding a new miniature submachine gun.

"F * ck!" He's not in the car anymore. Spread out and find him for me! Boss has ordered me to kill him! "

After seven or eight people took out their submachine guns and began shooting, they discovered that Meng Fan wasn't in the car. One of the people who seemed to be the leader cursed. Like the others, he started up his motorcycle and quickly searched the surrounding area.

All of this was in Meng Fan's eyes. No matter how foolish he was, he knew that the opponent was targeting him. He didn't dare to hide where he was, so he bent his body and quietly moved to the side to avoid being seen by those people.

Binhai was an international big city, the security had always been good. Now that such a thing happened on the streets, not everyone could see it, so the surrounding people didn't care about anything else as they got off the cars and ran in all directions.

Due to the traffic jam, even if someone wanted to start the car and leave, they would not be able to drive more than two meters away. Due to the traffic jam, even if someone wanted to start the car to leave, they would not be able to drive more than two meters away.

Perhaps Meng Fan's luck was not that good, as it was in the car he was hiding in. When the driver heard the gunshot, he stepped down on the accelerator and nearly crushed Meng Fan into meat paste.

After losing the cover of the car, Meng Fan was exposed to the gunmen. Just as Meng Fan dodged the incoming car, another string of gunshots rang out, from the ground far away to Meng Fan's side. The bullets formed a straight line on the ground, heading straight for Meng Fan.

Seeing this, Meng Fan rolled on the ground, avoiding the direction the bullets came from. He leaned against the back of the car he had already hit, temporarily dodging the gunner's attack.

"He's here!"

The gunners who sat behind the motorcycles ignored the innocent bystanders. Six or seven people raised their guns and pulled the triggers, shooting out bullets that turned into tongues of flame as they charged toward the car behind Meng Fan.

At this moment, Meng Fan had no way of retaliating. His body was tightly pressed against the car as he curled up into a ball, trying his best to avoid being injured by the stray bullets.

It wasn't that Meng Fan hadn't thought of hiding inside the car, but just as he was about to move, he heard a series of gasps. The two tires on one side of the car had already been smashed into a hornet's nest.

Meng Fan cursed inwardly. He didn't know who was going to deal with him, but after knowing it for twenty or thirty seconds, the gunfire stopped. He heard the sound of someone changing their magazine, so he immediately got up and ran to the back, hoping to get rid of these people.

Within a kilometer with Meng Fan as the center, there were many people running away from their cars. The originally three lane wide road had become a parking lot. People could only run through the gaps between the cars and back into the narrow space.

Meng Fan was naturally one of them, but by the time he moved, there were only a few people left. The gunners naturally wouldn't be able to detect Meng Fan, who was fleeing in the opposite direction.

"Chase after him!" "If we don't kill him, we won't be able to go back and report!" Seeing that Meng Fan wasn't dead yet, the gunners roared in anger. While the gunners in the backseat were changing their magazines, the motorbike had already caught up to Meng Fan.

"Da Da Da!"

Meng Fan dodged, but no matter how fast he was, there was no way he could dodge the bullet's speed. Traces of blood appeared on his arm, and one of the bullets had even penetrated Meng Fan's arm. Luckily, the bullet did not injure his bone, but it still left a penetrating wound.0

He had no choice but to hide in the back of a car. Knowing that he couldn't escape with so many people chasing him, he gritted his teeth and crawled under the car, crawling under it.

The gunners lost track of Meng Fan, and without any orders, they scattered to search for him. The motorcycles moved back and forth to completely cover the surrounding area.

He was very clear that this road was so blocked that not even a drop of water could leak out. Even if someone called the police, the police would not be able to get here in time, unless there were a few traffic policemen riding motorcycles.

He leaned to the side and drew his dagger from his waist. He quietly left the bottom of the car and hid behind the back, observing his surroundings. As he did so, he put his head on the ground and took advantage of the small space at the bottom to observe the motorcycles approaching him.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The engine of the motorcycle let out an ear-piercing roar. Meng Fan bent his body and looked at the space beneath the bike. He saw a two-wheeled motorcycle heading in his direction. Judging from the engine's sound, the driver would arrive at Meng Fan's current position within five seconds.

As he thought of this, Meng Fan squatted down without any hesitation. He used his ears to listen for the sound of the motorcycle engine coming closer and closer and counted in his mind, "Three …" Two... "One!"

After counting to one, Meng Fan's body suddenly moved. Like a cheetah, he leapt towards the empty space to the right of his body.

Just at this moment, a motorcycle came into view. Meng Fan leaped into the air. When he saw the motorcycle, he was only half a meter away from it.

He suddenly realized that Meng Fan and the other two people on the motorcycle were also startled. The gunman sitting in the back wanted to turn around and aim his gun at Meng Fan, but before he could do anything, Meng Fan had already knocked him off the motorcycle.

The man was wearing a helmet, making it impossible for Meng Fan to see his face. However, it didn't affect his movements in the slightest. One of his arms was around the man's helmet, while the other hand held a dagger as he ruthlessly slashed at the man's throat.

Everything happened very quickly. By the time Meng Fan finished off the machine gunner, the motorcycle Meng Fan had just knocked down had just fallen over.

Meng Fan didn't hesitate to snatch out a small charge from the gunner beside him. Seeing that the man driving the motorcycle was about to get up from the ground, he turned the muzzle of the motorcycle and pulled the trigger.

"He's here …"

"Da Da Da …"

The two voices sounded out at the same time, and at the same time, Meng Fan sent out a message to his companion. The bullet shot out a flame tongue from his hand, turning his body into a sieve, and he only had enough time to say three words before falling to the ground.

Even though that person had said those three words, it was already enough to send a message to his other companions. Almost at the same time, gunshots rang out, and bullets flew towards Meng Fan.

Meng Fan wasn't a fool. After getting rid of the two of them, he was prepared to reveal his position. He rolled on the ground and entered the bottom of another car.

However, this time Meng Fan did not stop at the bottom of the car. He directly rolled from one side to the other, and before the gunners could react, he raised the submachine gun and fired at the surrounding gunmen. At the same time, he changed his position.

Meng Fan could be said to be experienced in battles. He knew that he couldn't stay in one place, or else he would be shot by the concentrated bullets. He could only move about nonstop and change his position.

At this moment, the cars parked on the road became Meng Fan's best cover. He was alone, shuttling back and forth in the traffic. Adding to his nimble body, there wasn't much damage to his body at the moment.

However, he was still hit by the bullets. There were more than ten wounds on his body. The only fortunate thing was that the wounds were not on his vital parts.

Meng Fan's counterattack had been equally vicious. Earlier, Meng Fan had been killed without any chance of fighting back, but now that he had taken one of the gunmen's weapons, it was much easier. He had fought with them, and had also hit quite a few people.

But even so, the weapon in Meng Fan's hand wasn't an unlimited shot. With Meng Fan's consumption, in less than two minutes, although he had caused the Gunner to lose a lot of staff, the charge in his hand had already been reduced to scrap metal.

Looking at the empty magazine in his hand, Meng Fan cursed under his breath and then casually tossed Wei Chong to the side. He had to fight with his bare hands against these gunmen who were charging at him. Moreover, he already knew where the gunmen were hiding, so he felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart!

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