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Chapter 1080 Russian Roulette

on the way back.

Except Ye Fan is normal.

Both of them were extremely imprisoned.

at last.

Meng Xincheng spoke.

"Boss, I originally thought that the gap with you would be getting smaller and smaller, but now it seems that I may not be able to catch up in my life."

Ye Fan shook his head: "Not at all, and even if I can beat you, I can't kill you."

"Haha, that's true."

Meng Xincheng laughed twice.

Gao Baobao scratched his head: "Boss, to be honest, I was a little scared of you at that moment! Especially when you had a hideous face and crushed the barbell, I even felt like a wild beast."

"is it?"

Ye Fan touched his nose.

It seems that the way he usually shows them is too gentle.

A little bit of annoyance will freak them out.

"Hehe, this is the real me! As a human being, there will always be joy, anger, sorrow and joy."

"I understand! I'm just a little intimidated, don't worry, I'll get used to it in the future."

Back to the hotel.

The three fell asleep early.

After all, the task has not been completed, and they have no intention of playing.

And the other side.

The girls, Wang Shicong and others are having a picnic, which is a pleasant feeling.

There is a small wind blowing, drinking fine wine, and there is a huge projection screen in front of which is showing comedy movies.

It's like the pinnacle of life.

"I don't know when Ye Fan will come back?" Liu Ruyan leaned on her chin and asked worriedly.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry! The boss is so strong, nothing will happen."

"That's right, the whole villa belongs to the boss, who can do anything to him?"

"Come and play a game with us."

"playing what?"

"Catch the duck!"

……

Silent all night.

The next day, Ye Fan and others arrived at the trading place on time.

This is one of the remote villas in Longfeng Villa, which has been contracted by a wealthy businessman all year round.

The decoration of the original villa was unified, but this one is completely different.

Everywhere exudes luxury and dignity.

Then, they were taken into the basement of the villa.

I go!

He even dared to tamper with the structure of the villa in the villa.

When he bought the villa, he clearly saw the frame diagram of the construction, and there was no planning and design of the basement.

It seems that this has been planned for a long time.

After a series of checks and verifications, they finally entered a secret room.

Ye Fan searched around the villa with his piercing eyes, but found no trace of the national treasure at all.

Isn't it here?

In this case, the only way to get the right to trade is to regain the national treasure.

There was eerie music playing in the basement.

It's creepy to hear.

There is a huge table in the huge room.

The person sitting in the middle is a middle-aged man with gray temples, but he reveals the arrogance of a superior.

There are six people standing on both sides of him, each of them has a powerful aura, they are all masters, and one of them is innate.

The other forces have already arrived.

Today's Thomson is even more dog-like, completely dressed like a royal family.

John was the same as always, maybe he didn't sleep well yesterday, and he looked a bit sloppy.

The last is Ivanovic, who is wearing a suit to hide all his muscles, and his hands are tightly bandaged, which seems to be seriously injured.

Ye Fan was startled, and asked curiously, "What happened to your hand?"

Ok?
Everyone in the wolf clan frowned.

Are you so embarrassed to ask?

Didn't you call this?
They thought Ye Fan was showing off, and they all glared at each other with murderous intent.

"It's okay, it's just scratched." Ivan said in a deep voice.

"Oh, then you are too careless!"

Ye Fan shifted his gaze, and said again: "Hey, isn't this a great magician? What's the matter? Change one for everyone before the transaction?"

"Fart! I can kill you after the deal is completed! You wash my neck and wait."

"It was washed last night, waiting for you!"

"you……"

So annoying.

Now several forces on the field all hate Ye Fan to the bone.

Not only because he was provocative, but also because he was too cheap.

"All right!"

The master ended the quarrel between several people, and gave Ye Fan a meaningful look.

"It goes without saying that everyone's purpose is for the national treasure."

"As for what is in the national treasure, everyone must know better."

As he spoke, he took out a pistol from his pocket.

"I like to play games. I can't choose a suitable buyer among you. Let God decide."

"What do you mean?"

"You've heard of Russian roulette. Whoever walks out alive among you will get the right to buy."

"Haha, no problem!"

Thomson laughed and didn't care.

Anyway, he is also a supernatural person, and a bullet still can't hurt him.

"Boss, what is he talking about?" Meng Xincheng asked curiously.

He has been playing around since he was a child, and he has never heard of such a thing.

Ye Fan explained with a smile: "Russian roulette is a suicide game."

"Participants place one or more bullets in the chamber of a revolver, then spin the magazine and close it."

"Participants take turns pointing the pistol to their own head and pressing the trigger; until someone is shot dead."

"So bloody and violent? And it's all by luck."

"Well, it seems that this master really likes to play."

Ye Fan spread his hands.

He wasn't afraid of bullets anyway.

It's okay even if you lose.

But just when everyone thought they had the chance to win, the master spoke slowly.

"Hehe, don't think that you can escape bullets with your strong strength."

"My gun is specially made, named Ryan Ball .900, and it is very powerful."

"Preliminary test, 15 meters apart, can penetrate 20mm steel plate."

what?
Everyone was taken aback.

This power is several times that of ordinary pistols.

Almost like a gun.

Such power hits the head at such a close range.

No one has the confidence to resist.

Everyone looked at each other.

It seems that this transaction is more dangerous than imagined.

The same is true of Ye Fan.

"Boss, it's too dangerous, let me do it." Meng Xincheng frowned. Death was a common occurrence for him, and he was nothing to fear.

"Let's see the situation first."

Although Meng Xincheng is not afraid of death, pain is inevitable.

Ye Fan would not want his brother to be shot in the bottom of his heart if his conditions allowed.

"Alright."

Feel Ye Fan's worry.

He felt warm.

What is a brother?
I know you are not afraid of death, but I still don't want you to die.

Because no one knows whether he will have the ability to be resurrected the next time he dies.

"What? Are you scared?" the old man said with a smile.

"Afraid? How could you be afraid? This national treasure, I am bound to get it."

"Master, you only have one life, you don't want us to be shot yourself?" Thomson asked.

"Anyone can eat, as long as someone on your side shoots each round."

(End of this chapter)