Ye Fan walked to a small three-story building in the village. If Ye Fan remembers correctly, the woman holding the child with the gun returned to this home.

"Boom boom boom..." Ye Fan knocked on their door.

"Who?" The door was opened by a gap, revealing the face of a middle-aged man. He looked at Ye Fan, his expression suddenly stagnant.

"Brother, what\'s wrong?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I want to talk to you about something." Ye Fan remembered this person\'s voice very clearly. In the holographic projection, he praised his son for his ability.

"Big brother, we don\'t know anything, it\'s so late, we\'re going to sleep." The man was about to close the door, but Ye Fan didn\'t give him this opportunity, kicked it out, and the whole wooden door was kicked sloppily.

"Bang!" The man was kicked upside down by this kick. When he wanted to resist, Ye Fan directly loaded Glock and pointed the black hole at him.

"You can try, I really want to kill your family now." Ye Fan said coldly.

He can have other means and choices to obtain the information and clues he wants to know, and it is also more euphemistic and more effective.

But Ye Fan felt that this method was not so happy. He was very upset, very upset, and also very angry, very angry. He wanted to solve the problem in the simplest and rude way.

The muzzle moved forward, the man subconsciously stepped back, letting Ye Fan come into the room.

At this time, the room was lit, and the woman was washing her son\'s feet. Their family seemed to be preparing to rest.

When Ye Fan walked in with Glock, the woman was also stunned, not knowing what to do for a while.

They did not dare to shout, nor did they dare to scream, and did not dare to do anything that stimulated Ye Fan.

The house was quiet at this time, and it was also very harmonious.

"That girl, I used to think of her as my younger sister. We traced it all the way from Gangdong to here. I asked you, who killed the people?" Ye Fan gently wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and slowly asked.

Interrogation, torture, anxiety, where is this fun? That is the sense of substitution.

Hearing that, the faces of middle-aged women and men were shocked, if that girl was really important to Ye Fan.

Then my good friend, or if she regards her as a younger sister, then after she was abducted by a trafficker, she now appears here somehow and died somehow, he is really very likely to be cruel, here Committed a retaliatory massacre.

What\'s more, he has now taken out Glock and pointed at them.

At this time, the boy’s feet were still soaking in the basin. He looked at his father, his mother, and Ye Fan. His small head was not enough for him in such a short time. Analyzing what happened, he remained motionless throughout the whole process, neither crying nor making trouble.

This calm atmosphere lasted for about a few minutes, and this depression was like a life for the couple.

"Ask again, who killed it." Ye Fan said coldly again.

"I really don\'t know who killed her!" At this time, the man almost knelt down to Ye Fan with his hands clasped together. At the same time, he cried, "Look, we also have children, we all know that we are parents. not easy,

How can it be indifferent to watch someone else\'s baby girl be abducted? Is this still a human thing? Everyone has to talk about conscience and peace of mind, right? "

Ye Fan also nodded, seeming to be moved.

"Oh, you still have a conscience. Indeed, you must have a conscience when you behave."

Ye Fan said with a smile, and the man and woman also had a feeling of escaping to heaven at this time, and also laughed with Ye Fan.

But the next moment, Ye Fan directly smashed the **** of the rifle on the face of the man in front of him.

"Snapped!"

Glock is still relatively heavy, although it is made of engineering plastics, but it is not to be underestimated when it hits a person\'s face.

And because of its curvature and angle, it is even more painful than a brick hitting, and it is more solid.

The man gave a "wow", and knelt down on the ground while covering his face. The bridge of his nose was directly broken, and the blood kept flowing out.

It hurts, it hurts very much, and the blood on his hands is full of horror.

But fortunately, he himself knew how to measure, and he was also very clear about yelling to attract outsiders, then his family was afraid that he would completely explain it.

The man just knelt here, his body trembling constantly, and he was also struggling, as if he was seeking some hope.

This scene is like a poor girl chased by them at the entrance of the village.

At that time, Yu Xiyue, maybe it was the same mood, right?

The woman saw this scene and immediately covered her mouth. The child beside him saw her dad being beaten like this, and he cried directly.

It was just that the woman reacted very quickly, and immediately covered the child\'s mouth.

"You are also worthy of the word conscience?" Ye Fan lowered his head slightly, looked at the man at his feet, and said.

Ye Fan didn\'t want to scold someone, he really didn\'t want to scold someone, because a talented person has the possibility of being scolded and qualified.

But a beast, even if it is a beast who is still acting at this time, what right does he have to be criticized?

Ye Fan lifted his foot and kicked it over. The man was kicked to the ground~www.novelhall.com~ When he was about to get up, Ye Fan was smashed by a few butts of rifles. No matter what action, the blood stained his face, it looked like he had just been tortured in hell.

"Yes, people like you really deserve to go to hell. Maybe you are not evil. Even strictly speaking, the law can\'t punish you. But your family is really disgusting."

Ye Fan\'s leather shoes stepped directly on his face, rubbing vigorously back and forth, the man was crying, but at this time he didn\'t even dare to grab Ye Fan\'s trousers, so he could only passively continue to bear the pain.

"Get inside." Ye Fan raised his foot and found that his leather shoes had been stained red with blood.

The man crawled all the way to his wife and children.

"Who killed it?" There were still only three simple words, but Ye Fan didn\'t want to say a word to them at this time.

At the same time, Ye Fan is also slightly looking forward to it at this time, looking forward to the two couples acting for themselves, and then making up their minds to make this feeling of nausea and disgust more violent, so that he can slip on his hands. The same sent this family to hell.