Fang Han drove at lightning speed, and in about three or four minutes he entered the city. As soon as he entered the city, he stopped and recruited a taxi and pushed Annie into the taxi.

Annie glared at him reluctantly, not wanting him to take risks. Fang Han smiled and determined, patted the roof of the car and waved his hand, and asked the taxi to leave.

The taxi driver was a young man who recognized Annie and Fang Han, looked excited, rushed out with a throttle, and disappeared in front of Fang Han in the blink of an eye.

Fang Han drove back to the attacked place, three cars with flat tires were still there, and the gunshot stopped. Fang Han saw twenty-four men in black in the cornfield through Hawkeye.

They formed a circle back to back, with no dead corners in all directions. They walked forward nervously with automatic rifles, step by step closer to where Fang Han was originally standing.

Fang Han nodded. These guys were not mediocre people. They found their place to stay. The shadow of the famous tree was frightened by their names, and they were careful and hesitant and slow to act.

"Bang bang bang bang..." He lay down behind a Mercedes-Benz and shot, pouring out twenty bullets in one breath, and found one person for each bullet.

"Let's fire, at ten o'clock!" Everyone in black shouted, and bullets shot towards Fang Han frantically and landed on the Mercedes-Benz. Seeing their companions falling down one after another, the people standing were getting more and more crazy, and they rushed towards Fang Han roaring.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" The Mercedes-Benz kept shaking, Fang Han shrank behind, calmly changed into a magazine, stretched out the gun through a tiny gap, and shot again.

He fired six shots easily, and the automatic rifle on the opposite side was completely silent. Everyone in black fell to the ground and screamed "shenyin", and the surroundings were so quiet that it was so panicking.

Fang Han left only two living mouths, and each of them was shot at his legs and arms. He completely lost his ability to move and shoot, and could only lie on the ground and scream "shenyin".

Fang Han slowly walked towards him, looked at the two of them, lowered his head and pressed their foreheads, and then let go of his hands after a while. His eyes were as clear as a blade.

He bent down and picked up an automatic rifle, collected more than twenty magazines and packed them with clothes, and put them into a Mercedes-Benz.

He went to see Cadillac, and they had already shot the tires. The instrument panel inside was terrible and could not be opened any more.

He shook his head, turned the rest of the cars, found a hat from one car and put it on, and drove the Mercedes-Benz toward the outskirts.

———

When he returned to Beverly Hills, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and Anne was sitting on the sofa and staring at him with bright big eyes.

Fang Han sat on the sofa with a smile. Annie's tall nose wrinkled and waved her hand: "What a big smell!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, right?"

"It's okay!" Anne said.

She was originally very scared, but Fang Han was by her side, and she felt inexplicably at ease. She was not as frightened as she imagined, but was very calm. She also felt strange about her condition.

Fang Han said: "I want to rest for a while. I will greet me for dinner."

"Where have you been?" Anne asked.

Fang Han smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Anne said, "You killed them?"

"If you don't kill them, you have to be killed by them."

"They are from the Gambino family, aren't they?"

Fang Han nodded.

Anne frowned and said nothing.

Fang Han looked at her expression: "Do you regret it? Are you scared?"

"What are you afraid of?" Annie snorted: "At worst, you can sacrifice your life!... Fang, do we have a chance of winning?"

Following Fang Han, she felt a sense of security that she had never had before. She was very relieved and no longer afraid, as if the world had suddenly become better.

But when she thought of the Gambino family, she felt despair. She had only one person. No matter how powerful Fang Han was, she had only one person. What they both had to face was the entire Gambino family. The mafia family that had been passed down for nearly a hundred years!

Not only do they have money, power, but also killers, they will never have peace of mind from now on!

Fang Han sat next to Annie and patted her on the shoulder: "Annie Gambino's family is not as terrible as they imagined!"

Anne gave him a blank look.

Fang Han shook his head and went upstairs with a smile.

Two policemen, a man and a woman, came to Annie to ask them what happened. Twenty-four people died at the scene of the police call. They were mafia and they had to investigate clearly.

Annie told the story and then called Fang Han, who was a super policeman famous throughout the United States. The two policemen, one and one female, were in awe when they saw him and asked very politely.

There are recorders on four Mercedes-Benz cars, which were originally used to show to the boss, but became evidence from the police. The attack on the police first and was shot dead by Fang Han.

One of the cars had a dash recorder broken, which had nothing to do with the overall situation. The two policemen knew what happened, but they were just routine records.

After the questioning, the male policeman Bolt held Fang Han's hand: "Stector Fang, good job!"

Police in the United States are attacked and killed every day, and all policemen hate it. Although Fang Han is a bit too much, he is very happy.

Fang Han smiled: "There is no way to kill them."

"Not necessarily?" The female policewoman Chris said lightly: "Sir Fang, you have a very accurate shooting skills. It's not that difficult to avoid the vitals, right?"

Fang Han stared at her and said, "Officer Chris, if you encounter a group of bandits shooting you with automatic rifles, can you still think of saving their lives?"

Chris frowned and remained silent.

Fang Han smiled: "Forgive the person who wants to kill me, I don't have such a good temper!"

Boerte nodded: "Fang, kill well!"

Chris glared at him, turned his head and left.

Bolt smiled apologetically at Fang Han and hurriedly chased him out.

Fang Han shook his head, and he saw that he was a little girl with an overly sensible sense of justice. She had not yet experienced setbacks and maintained a pure and kind heart.

———

The next morning, Fang Han finished his morning class and went downstairs. Annie was wearing a green sweatshirt and was reading a newspaper on the sofa.

Hearing Fang Han's footsteps, Annie Cole turned around and stared at him.

Fang Han came to her and sat down, laughed and said, "What's wrong?"

"You go and kill Harifs' brother?" Anne Cole shook the newspaper.

Fang Han smiled: "Have you heard the report?"

"It's going to be a big deal outside!" Annikoll frowned and said, "Fang, how can you continue like this?"

"I hope they will be more sensible and don't mess with you anymore." Fang Han smiled indifferently.

There are four direct descendants of the Gambino family. One died ten years ago, and Harifs was in prison. One was killed two days ago and the other was killed yesterday. Now the direct descendants of the head of the Gambino family no longer exist and are becoming more and more chaotic.

Fang Han killed the enemy yesterday just to shock the mafia. The mafia is not an iron man, but he is also afraid of death. He believes that this is enough for them to be honest, especially in the absence of a conflict of interest, they dare not act recklessly.

Annie Cole looked at him and shook his head.

Fang Han smiled and said, "I think I'm too cruel?"

Annie glanced at him and said, "I'm afraid you will have trouble. Didn't the Ministry of Internal Affairs investigate you last time?"

Fang Han said: "Not this time."

"Really?" Anne Cole was skeptical: "I killed so many people, the police don't care?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "These scumbags shouldn't have lived!"

Annie Cole said: "Then I'll be fine at the party in two days, right?"

"No problem." Fang Han said.

Anne Cole opened the phone, a news commentary, and two experts were interpreting the death of Sodaya Gambino yesterday.

As the only survivor of the Gambino family, Sodaya Gambino is considered to be the new head of the Gambino family. He was full of confidence, but he died yesterday by shooting. Without realizing it, his thirty guards did not work.

What the experts interpret is who killed Sodaya Gambino, was it a member of the Gambino family, or their enemy.

The news that Fang Han killed twenty-four people has not yet spread, so the experts are divided into two factions.

One faction felt vendetta. The other major mafia families took advantage of the situation to rob, while the other faction felt that they were dead in internal strife, and some wanted to replace them.

But all the experts hold a view that this is done by the insider. No one can overcome the strict guards. God killed Sodaya Gambino without knowing it, and could only be the people around him!

Their arguments were justified and evidence, leaving the audience unable to judge. Each side felt it was reasonable, and Anne Cole shook his head and laughed.

She turned her head to look at Fang Han, and saw Fang Han enjoying her eyes, and snorted, "Are they ridiculous?"

Fang Han shook his head: "They are quite powerful."

"It's amazing to draw such a ridiculous conclusion?" Anne Cole snorted.

Fang Han said: "What's amazing is their way of thinking. They are indeed experts and professors. They have a lot of tricks. The introduction is because there is not enough information."

Annie Cole looked at him a few times.

Fang Han turned his head and smiled, "What's wrong?"

Annie came over to approach him, and the faint fragrance came to her nose: "Fang, I find you very interesting!"

"I don't feel this way." Fang Han smiled.

Annie said: "Your heart is very open and can accommodate the whole world!"

Fang Han shook his head and laughed.

Anne glanced at him and said, "Do you really want to go back today?"
To be continued...