Mo Fan used the industrial area to get rid of the first wave of attackers.
But for the attackers, they were also using the first wave of men to delay the subsequent arrangements.
The battlefield returned to the town road again, and Mo Fan soon discovered that it was not so easy to get rid of them this time.
The road leading to the living area is a mountainous road. Because of frequent car accidents, a metal fence was just built two years ago.
Once you're on the road, you can't easily leave.
Coupled with the previous lessons, the attackers were spread out.
People are deployed at various intersections in advance. When he passes, they will block the front or follow behind.
Four high-horsepower, sturdy off-road vehicles were located twenty meters in front of him.
The four vehicles spread out and blocked Mo Fan's path.
Whenever Mo Fan wants to speed up, they will shrink the distance between the cars and turn into mobile roadblocks to prevent him from overtaking and leaving.
Cars on both sides and behind will also take the opportunity to get close to him, compressing his movement space.
They were like escorting bodyguards, just surrounding him, monitoring his every move, and relaying his location to other companions in real time.
The attackers were like a giant fishing net.
It tightened as he moved, and before he could completely leave the industrial area, he was already vaguely surrounded by eight modified vehicles and a dozen motorcycles.
Looking around, he could see more and more car lights gathering towards him.
Like a swarm of piranhas attracted by the smell of blood.
The piranha that hunts with fishing nets sounds like the beauty of Innsmouth.
During the chase, the melody of "Fanatical Night" popped into Mo Fan's mind.
He had always felt that something was missing in tonight's battle.
Now that I think about it, it must be that the bgm is missing.
He turned on the radio and switched to the rock channel.
Fierce drum beats and wild vocals came out of it, and the missing flavor was instantly right.
When he was a professional killer in his previous life, a colleague loved to listen to symphonies while performing tasks.
He didn't understand it at the time and thought music would interfere with hearing and increase risks.
His point was proved later. When purging the organization's die-hard killers, he succeeded in distracting his colleagues and easily killed them by replacing his symphony with gangsta rap.
But now, after coming to the new world, he has become somewhat understanding of that colleague.
In their profession, enough excitement and ritual are sometimes more important than safety.
Rock music started playing, and it was not only Mo Fan who thought the taste was right, but also the attackers around him.
Not because they also need BGM, but because a light sign appeared on the roadside.
"Three thousand meters ahead, living area."
This three-thousand-meter road section was the place they chose to start.
The moment he passed the sign, the windows of the surrounding cars lowered, and the muzzle of the gun stretched out from the car window, concentrating fire on Mo Fan.
Fortunately, his car was Blood Bone's former car. In order to prevent other gang gunmen from assassinating him, the entire car, including the tires, had been bulletproofed.
The dense bullets only make the car body bumpy and do not affect driving.
But no matter how bulletproof a car is, it cannot withstand continuous fire.
Naturally, he would not sit still and wait for death, and immediately took a counterattack.
He turned the direction sign and hit the attacker's car on the right.
Relying on the performance advantage of the car, he knocked the opponent's car sideways. When they adjusted their driving and the bullet density dropped, Mo Fan took the initiative to lower the bulletproof window.
In his right hand holding the steering wheel, a pistol appeared at some point.
The gun was pointed directly at the attacker's vehicle on the right and the trigger was pulled.
His gun is faster than his attackers thanks to his dynamic vision and the increased rate of fire brought by quickly pulling the gun.
The bullet first killed the driver who shot at him from the back seat of the right car. Then, under the effect of the ballistic regulator, the bullet entered through the car window.
It ejects a >-shaped trajectory in the right car and hits the driver in the head from the side.
The driver was killed, and the right car traveling at high speed lost control instantly.
The car first hit the metal railings on both sides of the road, then spun and hit the car behind it.
Seeing Mo Fan's precise shooting skills, the attackers in the other cars gave in immediately, retracted their bodies into the car, and raised the car glass again.
Mo Fan fired several shots at the rear windshield of the car in front and found that the attackers' car had also been bulletproofed. The bullets only left small cracks on it and could not be broken in a short time.
Unless the four vehicles in front were eliminated, he would never be able to truly escape and would be trapped in the attackers' formation.
He looked at the four mobile turtle shells in front of him and felt fierce in his heart.
Once it is safe, we must prepare some ruthless goods.
Firepower is justice, the guy in his hand is not ruthless, and his words are not stable.
He was thinking about how to get rid of the four turtle shells in front of him, and the attackers were also thinking about how to crack open his turtle shell.
I saw a motorcycle suddenly accelerate from behind, and the rider followed the gap cleared on the right and came to Mo Fan.
The rider took off a grenade from his waist, pressed the start button, and was about to throw it into his open car window.
With dynamic vision, Mo Fan saw the logo of District 4 and the red flame logo on the grenade.
Judging from the appearance, it is a zone 4 standard explosive grenade.
It is difficult for the gangs in Yefeng Town to obtain such good goods, and they must be from the city.
The one bringing firepower is here.
Mo Fan activated the Dayan Body Refining Technique, and under the stimulation of spiritual power, his physical abilities were greatly improved.
He let go of the steering wheel and instantly rushed to the right from the left driver's seat.
The whole person came out of the hole like a snake, with the upper body leaning out of the window, pinching the rider's wrist with one hand, and grabbing the rider's neck with the other.
With a force from his waist and abdomen, he pulled the rider off the motorcycle and pulled him to the window.
He first crushed the rider's wrist, removed the activated grenade, and stuffed the grenade into the rider's mouth with brute force, silencing the rider's screams.
He took off the two unactivated grenades from the rider's waist with his backhand.
Then spiritual power poured into his arm, and with a vigorous swing, he threw the rider towards the vehicle ahead on the right.
The rider was seen turning three and a half times in the air and steadily hitting the windshield of the vehicle in front of him on the right.
With the dazzling light, the rider and the front right car turned into a burning fireball.
Mo Fan sat back in the driver's seat, and while the other three cars in front did not react, he followed the gap cleared on the right side to get out of the surrounding area.
With the high horsepower of the muscle car, the second wave of attackers were quickly thrown away.
He did not leave in a hurry, but deliberately slowed down and did a few double-dodges in front of the attacker's convoy.
What I want to express is very simple.
If you want to kill him, you just don't have enough manpower.
The three-thousand-meter road passed by in the blink of an eye, and he quickly entered the living area.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw no less than twenty vehicles rushing towards him, each vehicle filled with gunmen.
Mo Fan frowned and raised the right window.
A few seconds later, his body was covered in dense bullets from all directions.
This level of firepower suppressed him to the point where he was unable to fight back.
Enough, enough, too many people.
In order to kill him tonight, the attackers mobilized at least 200 people.
Hundreds of thugs are openly committing murder in the street. Is there still royal law? Is there still law?
Where are the police? Help me!
He controlled the car and kept changing directions to avoid bullets, while dialing the police station in Yefeng Town.
"Yefeng Town Police Department, there's a big gunfight on Fengneng East Road in the living area... Hey, hey, are you listening!"
grass!
As soon as he mentioned Wind Energy East Road, without even mentioning the shootout, the police station operator hung up the phone.
At least let him finish what he said.
Mo Fan glanced at the explosive grenade he just grabbed and narrowed his eyes.
Since everyone wants to play, let's make the matter big enough so that no one can even think about it.
He turned up the volume of the stereo to the maximum, adjusted his driving route and rushed towards the police station amid the fierce electric guitar accompaniment and the screams of the lead singer.
Okay, if you don't come, then I'll go find you.
