dead,

All dead!

All dead!

Chen Fan's eyes were filled with gloom, and for the first time, his heart felt so cold.

He staggered, feeling that all the strength in his body had been drained away. It seemed that the persistence of nearly ten years had lost its meaning, and he could not hold on any longer!

He staggered outside, squinting his eyes at Chen Fan's departing back, and Wu Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment,

Xiao Tong, who had already walked out, came back. His heart skipped a beat and he quickly lay back down and pretended to be dead.

Chen Fan walked directly in front of him.

The red eyes stared at him intently, causing goose bumps to appear all over his body, and a chill rushed from his tailbone to the top of his head.

Chen Fan stared at Wu Lang intently. It was the first time that he hated a so-called gray man so much.

He saw with his own eyes the so-called gray man stabbing the dagger into Bai Luo's chest.

He pulled out the triangular thorn from his leg, then squatted down, stretched out a hand and grabbed Wu Lang's hair, and then stabbed the triangular thorn in his hand towards Wu Lang's neck.

"Oh my god! Spare me!!!"

Wu Lang watched the three-edged spear in Chen Fan's hand stabbing straight towards his neck. He was so scared that he screamed and almost peed himself.

He was just arranged by his family to be airborne into the Gray Division for gilding. Originally, after this mission which did not have much risk, he would get a ticket for promotion and then retreat from the front line to the second line.

Become a mid-level member of the Greys' department and slowly work your way up.

Chen Fan's ruthlessness just now had already intimidated him. Now Chen Fan was stabbing at him with a triangular spear. Where had he ever seen such a scene of life and death?

Chen Fan looked at Wu Lang who had suddenly resurrected. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Hahahahaha!! Hahahahaha! God is merciful, you're not dead!"

By the end of his speech, Chen Fan's tone had become gloomy and cold, and his face began to twist and become hideous.

"What are you doing? I advise you not to do anything rash! I'm a Daxia police officer, my last name is Wu...Ah!!"

Wu Lang, who looked strong but was actually weak, still wanted to threaten Chen Fan.

But the three-edged spear in Chen Fan's hand had already pierced his neck.

He screamed miserably, holding Chen Fan's hands tightly with both hands, his bloodshot eyes almost popped out of his sockets, veins bulged on his forehead and neck, and his legs kicked wildly.

Chen Fan's trident pierced the outer part of the neck and did not injure the throat.

Chen Fan pulled hard!

laugh!

The triangular thorn was pulled out, and blood gushed out instantly. At the same time, the blood groove of the triangular thorn was filled with blood and some minced meat.

“Ouch!!!”

Wu Lang howled in pain. The excruciating pain caused him to lose control of his bowels and bladder. In an instant, a pool of liquid soaked his pants, and an unpleasant smell filled the air.

But Chen Fan seemed to have no feeling. He pulled out the three-edged thorn and stabbed it into the other side of Wu Lang's neck again.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Chen Fan's eyes were red, and he kept waving the three-edged spear in his hand. A series of blood holes appeared on Wu Lang's neck, and blood was gushing out of them crazily.

He screamed in agony at the beginning, but now he can't make any sound. The extreme pain makes him only make a hoarse sound in his throat.

He was filled with deep regret.

He had clearly guessed that Bai Luo's man was the ruthless Daxia Shura, yet he still risked his life and endured such pain. He should have retreated long ago and let those disobedient gray men stay here to die...

The massive loss of blood made Wu Lang feel that the strength in his body was slowly drained away, and his body became limp.

He could no longer roar or struggle, only his body twitched occasionally.

The pain in his eyes was also slowly spreading.

His mouth was wide open, like a fish out of water waiting to die, trying desperately to breathe, but he couldn't breathe any oxygen, instead a lot of blood came out.

Seeing this scene,

Chen Fan lifted Wu Lang's head up with all his strength.

Wu Lang, with only a throat and a few meridians connecting his head and body, screamed once again in his dying breath.

Swish!

Finally, Chen Fan pulled hard, and the connecting throat and some flesh and blood tissue were directly torn off.

Chen Fan held the bloody head in his hand, his face full of ferocity.

Bang!

Wu Lang's headless body fell to the ground, and the light of the recorder on his chest suddenly flickered again, and then went out completely.

Chen Fan looked at the headless corpse in his hand, and he suddenly laughed. A shrill voice like that of an evil spirit spread out, scaring the neighbors who were about to approach and shrinking back.

"You say I'm a devil, you say I'm a butcher... Well... I'll just give it a try... Hahahaha, hahahaha..."

He laughed loudly, and as he laughed he started to cry. In the end, he could no longer tell whether he was crying or laughing.

Two lines of tears slid down, the color was scarlet, tears of blood!

He glanced at the corpse on the ground.

He took a lingering look at Bai Luo and Dabao lying on the ground, then turned around and plunged into the darkness.

Only a mess was left behind.

It was not until more than ten minutes after Chen Fan left that the nearby residents came over cautiously to check. When they saw the corpses on the ground, everyone was frightened and screamed and called the police again.

On the other hand, when the local police heard that many people in uniform had died, they drove away in a panic. When the leader saw the bodies on the ground, his eyebrows jumped and he got angry.

This time,

His future is in jeopardy!

Off-screen at this moment,

There was silence as everyone stared at the scene in stunned disbelief, their heads also exploding with a bang.

"ah!!!"

Suddenly a crazy scream rang out, bang!

Chen Qingxuan fainted on the ground...

Bai Cheng looked at Chen Qingxuan who had fainted on the ground. He wanted to go forward and help Chen Qingxuan up, but he only felt a burning pain in his chest.

There was something in my throat that was about to come out.

He opened his mouth and said, "Wow!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale instantly.

He fell directly beside Chen Qingxuan. His face looked at least ten years older in that instant, and his silver hair instantly lost its luster.

His lips moved with great difficulty. After a long time, a shrill scream was heard: "My daughter......"

"puff!"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, Bai Cheng fell to the ground and slowly stopped moving, his breathing had stopped.