As a killer, you often face targets huddled in turtle shells.
How to obtain the information inside the turtle shell, you need to seek help from well-intentioned people.
As a top person in the industry, Mo Fan is very good at communicating with well-wishers.
It took less than ten minutes, and under Lu Mao's identification, the terrain, important facilities, and personnel distribution in the stronghold were clearly understood.
He randomly checked a few answers out of order, and after checking the authenticity of the answers, he sent Lu Mao to see the blood-bone boss.
Mo Fan has never been a petty person. He can guarantee that the green-haired man was not selected for revenge, but simply because the green-haired man on his head is more eye-catching.
After the thrilling assassination, of course it’s time to start counting the loot.
The first thing to be harvested is the spiritual power, which is the prosthetic body.
Lu Mao is just a middle-level guy and doesn't have anything valuable on him.
Blood Bone is different. Mo Fan can feel the strong spiritual energy fluctuations from Blood Bone, so he obviously has good stuff.
After a simple physical examination, he looked at Xue Gu's right eye.
He raised the knife and cut out a mechanical prosthetic eye from it.
Holding the prosthetic eye in the palm of your hand, the concentration of spiritual energy in it is several times that of the mechanical arm.
The materials used for prosthetic eyes are ordinary and the workmanship is not very good. They should be produced by small and medium-sized companies. Such products generally focus on high quality and low price. The quality may be lower, but the price is affordable.
There is a long needle at the end of the eyeball. If you look closely, you can see that the long needle is made of countless metal nerve connecting wires, and the structure is extremely complex.
To transplant a prosthetic eye, you usually need to find an experienced prosthetist to perform an expensive transplant surgery.
Make sure that after the prosthetic eye is inserted into the eye socket, it will not turn into scrap metal due to improper adjustment, or the wrong connection will damage the brain and turn the implanter into a fool.
Mo Fan now has neither money nor any reliable prosthetic doctors. High-end prosthetics such as prosthetic eyes are obviously not something he can enjoy.
But he was very curious about what would happen if he practiced with it.
He tried to run the Dayan body training method. The rich spiritual energy content of the prosthetic eye made him instantly enter a state of selfless meditation, which was much faster than practicing with a mechanical arm.
The technique ran for a week. When he finished practicing and opened his eyes, he found that the world was much clearer.
Looking down, he saw that the palm holding the prosthetic eye was empty, leaving only blood on his hand.
The prosthetic eye disappeared, but the aura belonging to the prosthetic eye did not disappear and was still surrounding him.
His heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition came to him.
When he was practicing, he probably wouldn't have inserted his prosthetic eye directly into his eyeball.
He quickly found a mirror and found that half of his face in the mirror was covered in blood, and the blood-bone prosthetic eye was now embedded in his eye socket.
But unlike the state of blood and bones, the prosthetic eyes in his orbits have no obvious mechanical feel. There are no reflective cameras on the eyeballs, but bloodshot pupils.
It was like the prosthetic eye fused with his own to form a special organ that was half flesh and half mechanical.
The fused eyeball retains the capabilities of the prosthetic eye, but is not completely mechanical.
Staring at the mirror and observing carefully, you can see the bloodshot eyes covered with countless squirming blood vessels and granulations.
They are like a swarm of hungry insects, constantly devouring the prosthetic eye and assimilating it under the influence of Dayan's physical training method.
The progress of assimilation is very fast, and I believe that it won't be long before the prosthetic eyes will be completely replaced by flesh and blood.
"Tsk, if this body-training method is popularized, I'm afraid all the prosthetic doctors will lose their jobs collectively."
Mo Fan found a pair of sunglasses in the house and put them on, covering his strange-looking right eye, and continued searching.
After recovering the prosthetic body, it’s the turn of safes and firearms.
The Blood and Bones Gang is just a mid-level organization in a star-rated town. Although it is engaged in prohibited business, there are too many gangs these days. The prices of arms and illegal drugs have been falling year after year. There are still hundreds of mouths waiting for food in the gang, so Blood and Bones The gang can't save any wealth at all.
If you don’t have money, you naturally don’t need a high-end safe.
Mo Fan activated the mechanical claw and opened the small safe in the bedroom with a single scratch.
There were very few valuable things inside.
A diamond-encrusted watch, an anonymous savings chip, two large packages of high-concentration "goods", and several stacks of very rare paper handwritten documents.
He used his mobile phone to scan the savings chip and found that there were only 50,000 federal coins in it.
The average monthly salary in Yefeng Town is five hundred federal dollars. In comparison, fifty thousand seems like a lot.
But one thing you need to know is that this is the safe of the boss of the Blood and Bone Gang.
A boss who controls an organization of hundreds of people has only 50,000 federal coins in assets.
I heard that a mid-level company dog in Planet City can earn about 50,000 federal coins per month.
It's really like entering a pauper's nest.
Stuffing the contents of the safe into his sports bag, he began to collect firearms.
Lu Mao contributed a small pistol, and Blood Bone was much more generous.
In his bedroom, automatic rifles, shotguns, large-caliber revolvers, and automatic pistols were all available.
And there are two versions of each gun, cool black and girly pink, so you can probably have one for personal use and one for collection.
The guns of Blood and Bone are all high-end goods. Adhering to the spirit of not wasting, Mo Fan packed them all and took them away.
With the gun in hand, he instantly felt relieved.
Even without Dayan's physical training method, he can still defeat everyone in the stronghold with his marksmanship.
He stood by the window, took advantage of the patrol team's passing, climbed out of the window, and lowered to the ground along the outdoor unit of the air conditioner.
Follow the map marked by Green Hair and go around from the outside to the power room on the first floor.
He picked up his gloved left fist and aimed it at the power distribution cabinet.
With a flick of the brush, the entire stronghold was plunged into darkness.
The members of the Blood and Bone Gang in the stronghold didn't know what was going on and thought it was a daily power outage. Complaints and curses came from everywhere.
In the distance of the corridor, you can hear the sound of hurried footsteps. It should be that someone who knows how to repair is on the way.
Mo Fan stood behind the door and waited patiently.
The maintenance man from the Blood Bone Gang came in with a light, and when he saw the severely dented power cabinet, he realized what had happened.
He was about to shout, but he felt a chill on his neck. All his strength slipped away along the wound on his neck, and he could only utter a hoarse "ho...ho...".
After getting rid of the maintenance man, Mo Fan installed a silencer on his pistol and walked out of the power room with light steps.
"I swear, if the power is not restored in five minutes, I will collapse that damn power distribution cabinet and that idiot repairman along with it."
In the activity room on the second floor of the stronghold, in front of the projector, a gang member anxiously loaded bullets into his revolver.
It could be heard from his tone that he was not in a good mood.
There were eight gang members sitting next to him. They made no sound, but judging from the wine bottles and fragments of tables and chairs around them, they had already vented their anger.
The brothers were too quick, and Brother Zuo Lun couldn't grab anything to vent on, so he could only live with his mouth.
Not to blame for their grumpiness, the nine of them gathered tonight to watch the midnight pay-per-view show - "Death Race."
Several people pooled their money and made a big bet, betting that driver No. 15 would not survive tonight's race.
If they win, each of them will get 1,000 federal coins tomorrow morning, which is a lot of money.
In the middle of the last lap of the race, No. 15 was flanked by two cars. The car body deformed violently and was about to explode.
They had already clinked glasses in advance to celebrate, and Brother Zuo Lun knelt down to the door of the activity room.
At such a critical moment, who knew there would be a power outage the next moment.
A power outage at this time is like calling a door-to-door service and discussing life.
You come and I fight to the fullest, only one step away from achieving the great harmony of life, but then the alarm clock rings and it turns out it was a dream.
Who can withstand it?
Brother Zuo Lun felt uncomfortable just thinking about it. No, this gun will explode if it doesn't fire.
He raised his revolver and was about to fire two shots at the ceiling to vent his anger. But when he looked up, he saw the door of the activity room opened.
Someone came in?
He wanted to ask how the electrical repairs were going outside, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a bullet penetrated his eye.
Red, white, and yellow mixed together and exploded.
Brother Zuo Lun's anger dissipated immediately. He didn't see No. 15 explode, but he saw himself explode, so that's okay.
Several more shots followed, and the other eight people, in a daze, accompanied Brother Zuo Lun below to verify whether No. 15 was dead.
After dealing with a few people, Mo Fan walked into the activity room holding a pistol, his right eye glowing slightly in the darkness.
Bloodbone's prosthetic eyes have two abilities, night vision and aiming assistance.
The two abilities combined with his combat experience allow him to transform into a predator of the night.
His superb marksmanship and silent steps made him look like a god of death in the dark stronghold.
From the first floor to the second floor, he had killed nearly forty people.
After briefly checking the bodies on the ground, he shook his head and left the activity room.
Like other miscellaneous fish, it has nothing of value except for providing bullet supplies.
For Yefeng Town, prosthetics are still too high-end.
Just when he was about to continue taking action, he suddenly felt a numbness on the back of his neck.
Sensing the danger, he quickly rolled back to the activity room. The next moment, several bullets streaked across the place where he was standing.
When the other party saw that the bullet had missed, they shouted to other members in the stronghold:
"There is an intruder. He is in the activity room on the second floor. Come and kill him!"
Hearing the shouts in the corridor ahead, Mo Fan in the activity room grinned.
There is a spiritual reaction.
The person who discovered him should be one of the main combat forces of the Blood and Bone Gang with prosthetic bodies.
To the members of the Blood and Bone Gang, he is now a turtle in a urn.
But to him, the top brass of the Blood and Bone Gang who gathered their men were just blind boxes running towards him with legs.
I'll wash my face before doing anything later, hoping to be able to prescribe some useful prostheses.
