Military: Let you report, you can easily catch the wanted criminal

Chapter 1462 Kill Jiang Fan and two more losers
The village chief was like a dog relying on the power of others. Finally, his master came. The other party also brought his favorite shit. Suddenly, he was full of fighting spirit like a fighting cock.

He barked at Jiang Fan in a complacent manner: "Don't think you can delay time by taking me as a hostage. Even if you are a special forces soldier, there are so many of them that it will be easy for them to deal with you."

He had quickly changed his position at this time, forgetting the way he had just followed Jiang Fan's lead.

He even shouted loudly to the outside world: "I'm here, you guys quickly find a way to kill Jiang Fan! I just found out, it's all his fault!"

His nephew didn't say a word from the beginning.

At this moment, there was a sudden scream, which frightened the village chief so much that he almost lost his soul.

He kicked his nephew angrily: "Why are you yelling? You're so startled, what's wrong?"

But the nephew seemed to be mute, pointing at his pocket without saying anything.

Jiang Fan glanced at it calmly: "Did you just see it? I thought you brought it in on purpose as evidence."

The village chief was wearing a black Tai Chi suit. He probably learned the dressing style from retired cadres in the city. He always wanted to show off his immortal style.

But on the pocket of the black Tai Chi suit, there was a black eavesdropping device the size of a dime.

Jiang Fan did not say any key information, but instead patiently guided the village chief to tell the truth.

Lan Fengling saw that everything was exposed, and they only had one possibility at the moment, which was to destroy the body.

We must try to eliminate Jiang Fan and these two useless people who are more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything here.

The village chief muttered to himself: "Are they here to kill me?"

Jiang Fan pretended to think and said, "You can think of them as coming mainly to kill me, and kill you by the way. Do you feel better?"

Jiang Fan admired his own composure. The opponent's artillery fire was at its peak, but he still had the leisure to chat with him here.

No one knew what the village chief was thinking. He suddenly grabbed the bug, threw it on the ground, and smashed it to pieces with his shoe, seemingly feeling relieved.

He kept his eyes on Jiang Fan beside him. Suddenly, Jiang Fan seemed to lower his head to look for something. He seized the opportunity and pounced directly at Jiang Fan.

But Jiang Fan seemed to have eyes on his back. He didn't even raise his head and swung his fist casually, hitting the village chief's chest squarely.

The liver he was proud of, the liver that was reborn, the liver that he usually took care of carefully, was hit by Jiang Fan's punch.

The village chief felt sore all over on the spot, and the feeling of the anesthesia before the operation came back to him.

As if starting from his most vulnerable chest, the feeling of numbness and pain climbed up to every part of his body, even his mind.

For a moment, he seemed to have returned to the mourning shed of the past. Before he died, he lay in the mourning shed, looking at the sky above the barrier.

With his lack of knowledge, he suddenly thought of a word - frog in the well.

He had been a frog in a well all his life. He thought he had found hope and could jump out and have a better future, but he never expected that in the end it was all in vain.

The village chief's nephew became smarter.

He did not have the unwarranted arrogance of the village chief, and he even discarded his unimportant self-esteem. Faced with life and death, and the choice of dying early or late, he resolutely chose to stand on one side and survive.

He didn't have the composure of a rock, but he saw that Jiang Fan was acting calmly and even opened the chat interface, and it seemed that he didn't take the people on the other side seriously at all!

This feeling of relaxation is simply amazing!
The village chief's nephew took this as a signal for his survival, and he moved closer to Jiang Fan without making a sound.

Jiang Fan dialed Shi Wenyuan's number and glanced at the village chief who was lying on the ground like a dead fish.

He said impatiently: "You have received the information just now, right? If someone dies, you can't blame me?" When Shi Wenyuan heard this, he immediately said: "Don't worry about what crime this person has committed. According to the procedure, this person has already confessed the information, and we have the right to guarantee his safety."

Jiang Fan clicked his tongue in displeasure and thought, it would be better to let him die, what a waste of my energy.

bang bang bang-

Several more shots were fired.

The couple who worked in the shop were terrified outside. Jiang Fan was afraid that these beasts would beat people without any care and accidentally hurt the couple who worked in the shop.

Jiang Fan yelled at the top of his voice, "Boss, take your wife to a safe place immediately and make sure to evacuate all the villagers around. These beasts are so crazy that they don't have eyes."

Shi Wenyuan was almost deafened by Jiang Fan's shout, but after hearing the overwhelming gunfire, he asked again: "Where are you? How many people are there? Isn't Wang Lao Hu with you?"

"Where I live, there are two cadres around me who have explained their work, and Tiger has other tasks to watch."

Shi Wenyuan was also speechless at Jiang Fan's relaxed attitude.

"Hurry up and solve the problem at hand. Be careful."

Before hanging up the phone, Shi Wenyuan muttered, "How about I contact Director Liao and ask him to send a few people over to you?"

"Forget it. Asking them to come here would only make things worse." Jiang Fan's eyes darkened and he reached into his pocket with his other hand. "That place is not clean."

Shi Wenyuan suddenly fell silent.

A few seconds later, he said "I know" and hung up the phone.

Jiang Fan glanced at his nephew Ying beside him and saw that he was sweating profusely with fear, but he remained silent.

Every time the table in front of Jiang Fan shook, beads of sweat on his brow would fall to the ground along his jawline.

"Are you afraid of being hit by a bullet?"

Nephew Ying nodded, thinking, who wouldn't be scared? These are real bullets!
If I get hit, won’t I lose half my life on the spot?

"You are smarter than your good-for-nothing uncle." Jiang Fan said sinisterly.

But nephew Ying didn't realize that Jiang Fan was praising him. He was afraid that Jiang Fan would throw him out in the next second and make him a target to attract the enemy's fire.

Before the plan of this "living target" was formed, Jiang Fan had already launched a desperate counterattack.

He had a simple portable pistol in his hand, but this was indeed the first time his nephew had been so close to a real gun.

The excitement in his eyes instantly overwhelmed his fear. He stared at the gun in Jiang Fan's hand without blinking, and even forgot that he was on the battlefield and exchanging fire with the enemy.

boom--

Suddenly, a hole appeared on the table in front of him.

This old and faded table finally played a role other than being used for eating, and the explosion at this moment was its final highlight.

Jiang Fan waved at him and made a gesture of lying down. Seeing him standing there like a rock, he remembered that the other party was not a soldier and could not understand.

"Get down."

Although nephew Ying was not very capable, at the critical moment of life and death, he, like his uncle, burst out with unprecedented tenacious vitality.