At this moment, there wasn't a trace of arrogance left on Mitsubishi Heize's face; it was filled entirely with paleness and terror!
He never thought that his previous confident setup, thinking he could capture Lin Fan like a turtle in a jar, would end with capturing Lin Fan and the "Suicide Squad" in one go!
However, the fantasy was beautiful, but reality was damn cruel!
Staring at the gun barrel exuding the aura of death, large beads of sweat dripped continuously down Mitsubishi Heize's face!
Afraid! He was just afraid! He felt like the gates of hell had opened, and the Death God was beckoning him!
Lin Fan pressed the helicopter's button, making it hover in place, then looked at Mitsubishi Heize and sneered coldly, "Mr. Mitsubishi, we finally meet. To speak, this counts as our first meeting, but unfortunately, it will also be our last meeting!"
"You... you can't kill me!" Mitsubishi Heize said in terror.
