The cold wind was so cold that people could no longer feel a trace of comfort, and death beckoned with that dazzling light!

"Brake!" Ye Fan, who was sitting in the center of the back row, finally gave a command in a deep voice.

Worthy of being an old goblin who has lived for hundreds of years, Monica quickly calmed down, kicked on the brake plate, hung the parking gear, and pulled the handbrake! This series of actions was extremely skillful and completed in one go, although doing so would bring death one step closer, but Monica did not hesitate to carry out Ye Fan's order.

The tires of the sports car grind two deep marks on the ground, sparks are everywhere, and the super performance makes it brake instantly.

In the midst of a burst of white light, a figure suddenly stood in front of Lamborghini!

"Ye Fan!"

A few frightened cries pierced the roar of the truck, and the miserable white light curtain devoured Ye Fan's figure with great speed and incomparability.

But then came a piercing sound of metal twisting!

This loud sound of ultra-high decibels, like the roar of a steel-forging workshop, and like the terrifying friction of a train braking on the tracks, is extremely shocking, and tortures everyone's auditory nerves incomparably roughly......

The glare from the truck's headlights went out one after another in the roar, and when everything around gradually calmed down, Lamborghini lit up the tragic scene in front of him!

In the smoke and dust, this truck weighing more than ten tons was squeezed and folded by an immeasurable force, like a large compressed biscuit or mille-feuille, broken down two or three meters in front of the sports car.

A tire rolled onto the grass on the side of the road, shattered metal parts and glass fell all over the ground, and two white men in the cab died on their backs in the car, covered in blood.

The people who should have been run over by the truck are still alive, but the assassin has gone to God!

"Ye Fan!"

"Brother Ye!"

The women exclaimed in unison, and they saw Ye Fan supporting his knees with his hands, bending down deeply, panting violently, and spewing thick white gas from his mouth and nose.

Holding the wreckage of the truck with one hand, Ye Fan slowly turned his head and smiled at them.

"It's okay, it's too hard. ”

Forcibly pushing the truck at high speed to stop, seriously depleting his physical strength and true qi, and also causing the consequences of a car accident, under the impulse of hundreds of tons in the front and rear directions, the body of the car disintegrated almost instantly, and the two killers were squeezed alive into human flesh cakes.

When the danger happened, time was too rushed, and it was impossible for Ye Fan to escape from the enemy's encirclement with four women, so he had to make this strategy and use his physical strength to shake the big truck!

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief and had just escaped from the arms of death, on the road ahead, the two SUVs stopped at the same time, and five strong men jumped out of the car, raising the assault rifles in their hands, and it was a crazy fire snake spitting!

"Bump Bump!!"

The furious bullets were like a burst of thunderstorm, avoiding the wreckage of the truck, and slammed towards Ye Fan, and the muzzles of the five guns, bursting with orange-red flames, gradually approached him.

The four women sitting in the car were frightened, but they saw that around Ye Fan's body, an invisible shield was created out of thin air, blocking all the bullets out, and bright sparks burst out of the clanging dang, one by one with high temperature metal bumps, like beans in a bamboo tube, after touching the shield, all of them were scattered on the ground, and it didn't take long for a thick layer of bullet fragments to pile up under his feet.

The five white men shot all the bullets in one go, the smoke was filling, and the smell of ** was permeating, and when the last bullet was emptied, they realized that the enemy had not fallen to the ground. At this moment, they were only more than ten meters away from Ye Fan, staring at each other dumbfounded, and a wave of fear from the bottom of their hearts made them involuntarily retreat.

"Christmas fireworks are good, but I don't like these toy guns, and I'm going to give you a small gift. Ye Fan clapped his hands and showed a treacherous smile towards the five people.

Hearing his strange laughter, the gunmen suddenly felt a chill, and a short-haired man in the lead turned around and shouted, "Run!"

When danger is imminent, their keen sense of smell of death makes them ignore the reloading of bullets and run for their lives to the two cars.

The doors of the SUV sedan were all wide open, as if giving them a chance to escape.

Five people got into the car, and the driver immediately stepped on the accelerator and accelerated to escape!

Ye Fan lowered his head and laughed, slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, and seemed to wave his hand to the left front at random!

Catherine and the others were wondering why he wanted to let go of these gunmen, boom! With a loud bang, the car that had just started rose into flames, which were thrown into the air by the impact of the explosion, the windows shattered, and several gunmen drooped their heads and arms, and died tragically in the violent explosion......

The girls all looked at Ye Fan stupidly, but they saw him raise his hand again, boom!

The other SUV also cocked its tail and turned into a large ball of fire in the flames.

Ye Fan raised his hand to light a cigarette for himself, and spit out a series of smoke rings with a sense of accomplishment. Just two shots, Zhenqi attached to the shrapnel and pierced the fuel tank under the car, and the high temperature of the violent friction immediately detonated the fuel tank, so it caused an explosion effect, which was completely expected by him.

Accurate estimation, coupled with extraordinary wrists, with just a trace of strength, can be infinitely amplified, devastating, and causing huge lethality, which is the advantage of cultivators, which is difficult for ordinary people to copy. Ye Fan's practice was borrowed from the practice of changing the direction of the nuclear ** in Siberia.

The two cars quickly burned to the point that only the pitch-black iron frame remained, and with the truck in front of them, the wave of attackers was completely eliminated, leaving not a single living mouth.

Monica regained her composure and started the car.

"Get in the car!" Shen Jiayao gave up a vacant seat to the side and pushed the car door.

Ye Fan jumped into the car in one step, and the Lamborghini rushed into the wilderness.

"Who could have sent them?" Catherine's question represented everyone's hearts, which force did the gunmen who ambushed this road come from?

"The Italian mafia, the White House, or our old friends, any one of them may ......" Ye Fan smoked a cigarette and analyzed slowly, "They grasp our movements, their style is vicious, they don't intend to stay alive, they want to kill them all, they choose to launch an attack at this time, I want you to say, who is the most suspicious?"

"John Davy?" Shen Jiayao didn't think about it, and blurted out the name.

If it is the White House, they have a hundred opportunities to be ruthless when they are in Washington, and they should not wait until this time to deliberately choose the highway on Christmas Eve to launch an attack, and it is unlikely that Fernandez will flee to Brazil, and dare to commit a dangerous assassination? The biggest suspect is only the landlord of New York, John David!

The Dark Council is about to convene at midnight on time, perhaps out of selfish interests, it makes sense that John David chose this time to end the lives of Ye Fan and Monica.

"Impossible...... I don't think he'll do that. Monica immediately denied this inference, "He has no reason to kill us!"

"If it wasn't him, who would it be?" Shen Jiayao asked rhetorically, "Do you still have any suspicions?"

Monica couldn't think of anyone to suspect, could it really be John Davy's orders? Could it be him?

"Forget it, don't think about it, I'll be in New York soon, it's a mule or a horse, I'll see it right away!" Ye Fan flicked off the cigarette butt, knitted his hands together, closed his eyelids, meditated in meditation, and seized the time to recover his strength.

What will be faced next may be a vicious battle, or it may just be a false alarm, no matter what, this dark meeting that is about to kick off is already on the bow and has to be sent!