Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1420 - 1419

The fierce gunfire shattered the night’s silence, countless bullets shot into Room 111 from the door and windows. As mentioned before, these cabins are built with eco-friendly materials, mostly wooden boards covered with wallpaper, bullets can penetrate easily, as if there were no barriers at all. With countless bullets shot inside, those inside would probably end up riddled like a sieve.

A burly Eastern European middle-aged man with stubble watched, coldly smiling as he thought that Lin Fan, dying like this, would be too easy. It would be best if Lin Fan hadn’t died; he wanted to personally cut off Lin Fan’s head later.

But suddenly, he noticed the Burly Man standing to his left unexpectedly tilted and fell to the ground, and saw a small knife lodged conspicuously in the back of his head, the blade completely embedded, leaving only the handle.

The stubbly Eastern European middle-aged man was shocked, but before he could react, the Burly Man standing to his right also dropped to the ground with a knife similarly stuck in the back of his head.

These two Burly Men were physically strong, each could take on ten ordinary people, and both were armed with guns, their combat prowess should be very strong, yet in just a second, both were rendered useless.

The Eastern European middle-aged man’s face changed dramatically, he finally reacted and tried to reach for his gun at his waist.

At that moment, a small knife circled around from behind his neck, the cold blade rested on his neck, he felt the presence of someone behind him simultaneously.

"Don’t move," a cold voice said.

An inexplicable pressure made the stubbly Eastern European man feel a chill all over his body, his body instinctively froze.

"Who are you?"

The Eastern European middle-aged man said, worthy of a leader, he quickly regained his composure after a brief scare.

"I’m the Asian you’re trying to kill," the person behind him said calmly.

He was naturally Lin Fan.

The Eastern European middle-aged man couldn’t figure out how Lin Fan had gotten out of the room and behind him.

Of course, he couldn’t figure it out because Lin Fan had already dug a pit for them before they arrived.

In Barcelona, when Lin Fan and Li Zixia got into the taxi, Lin Fan noticed they were being watched. At that point, Lin Fan knew it was only a matter of time before the Earth Wolf Gang found them.

He proactively found the hotel owner and negotiated a deal.

The owner’s job was simple; if the Earth Wolf Gang came knocking, asking where they were staying, the owner would just point them to an empty room.

Because when Lin Fan and Li Zixia checked in, the owner mentioned the place had plenty of empty rooms.

Giving an empty room to the Earth Wolf Gang, letting them cause a fuss, shoot away, or break in if they wanted to, Lin Fan’s goal was just to lure them into a trap, so he could bury them with dirt.

The Earth Wolf Gang indeed fell into the trap; this gang was truly ruthless, shooting at the house indiscriminately. If Lin Fan and Li Zixia were inside, most likely they couldn’t escape.

Facing these vicious criminals, Lin Fan decided not to show any mercy anymore.

If he didn’t kill them, they’d kill him; it was already a life-and-death situation.

With Lin Fan’s knife at his throat, the stubbly Eastern European man had no room to resist, he realized he was tricked, he underestimated the Asian.

He should have been more cautious, he had contacted London’s head Sanders over the phone, learning that Lin Fan had caused chaos in London during the day, rich man Joseph Wayne was killed, their Earth Wolf Gang member fell into police hands.

This guy had killed his way from London to Barcelona in one day, and in Barcelona, he killed a group of Earth Wolf Gang members, including Spanish tycoon Antonio.

This guy’s methods were definitely not ordinary.

Unfortunately, he had no chance to regret now.

"Tell me your name," Lin Fan said.

"Johnson," the stubbly Eastern European man said.

Lin Fan said, "Mr. Johnson, your people are disturbing everyone’s sleep, don’t you think? Ask them to stop; they’re shooting at an empty room, wasting bullets."

Johnson’s face twitched slightly, damn it, Lin Fan was right, not very harmful but rather insulting.

"Enough, stop!"

Johnson shouted.

The leading Eastern European man heard and signaled the others to cease fire.

They all turned around to look at Johnson, immediately everyone was shocked to see their leader Johnson being held hostage, a knife at his throat, while the attacker hid perfectly behind him.

Johnson’s two Burly Men were already on the ground, their heads soaked in blood, seemingly dead.

The others instinctively raised their guns, pointing them in this direction, each with tense expressions — Damn it, they were charging ahead, not expecting the rear had been cleared out, even the leader had fallen into the enemy’s hands.

Lin Fan smiled, "Mr. Johnson, your guys seem a bit nervous. What if they accidentally shoot and kill you? Have them put down their guns, it’s safer that way."

Johnson sneered, "Do you think I’m afraid of dying... Ah!"

The cold blade instantly sliced open Johnson’s neck, blood splattered, and Johnson couldn’t help but scream in pain.

"Really not afraid of dying, then just order them to open fire, might even hit me at the same time," Lin Fan chuckled.

Johnson broke into a cold sweat; this guy was too ruthless. If he didn’t listen, he might really behead him with a knife.

Lin Fan smiled, "I understand what you’re thinking, you just ordered the others to circle around to the back of the house. You’re counting on them to return upon hearing the commotion and settle me from behind, aren’t you? You can forget about it."

In the grass behind the house lay several Eastern European men, strewn about, long since unmoving.

Lin Fan wouldn’t give them a chance to ambush from behind, he had already dealt with them.

Johnson’s thoughts were seen through by Lin Fan; he realized Lin Fan had already taken care of his men, with no last resort left.

Johnson felt bitter but couldn’t express it, forced to compromise.

"Put down your guns," Johnson ordered.

Those facing his command couldn’t disobey and reluctantly put their guns down.

Lin Fan said, "Have them toss the guns to the front."

This was to completely disarm them, like clipping a bird’s wings?

These guys were reluctant, looking at one another unwillingly.

Johnson said, "Do it! Did you hear me, do it!"

The others, with no choice, tossed their guns onto the open ground, leaving their hands empty.

"That one over there, with the crooked mouth, stop looking everywhere, it’s you, you have a handgun behind you, toss it out too," Lin Fan said.

The crooked-mouthed man was the leading shooter Eastern European man, slightly speechless hearing this, how did this guy notice the gun hidden behind him?

Helpless, with the leader in enemy hands, he obeyed, reluctantly pulling out the gun from behind and tossing it.

"All kneel," Lin Fan commanded next.