During the confrontation between the two sides, Mo Fan saw the person sitting in the purple off-road vehicle.
The driver of the vehicle was a young man as skinny as a skeleton. He had pale skin, sunken eye sockets, and extremely excited eyes. He was taking a big gulp of a colored inhalation spray.
Sitting in the passenger seat was a slightly fat middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance and no special features.
But on the back of his right hand, there is a tattoo of a bloody skull.
The remnants of the Blood and Bone Gang.
Seeing the identity of the co-pilot Xiaopang, Mo Fan confirmed the reason for the ambush.
The time he traveled through was very short, and he didn't have time to offend too many people.
Only the forces behind the Blood and Bone Gang would put such great effort into dealing with him.
The appearance of Xiaopang at this moment completely confirmed the previous speculation.
It can be seen from his expression and body movements that the fat boy is very afraid of the skinny young man.
Xiaopang wanted to leave quickly, but judging from the reaction of the skinny young man, he was unwilling to give up the opportunity to kill Mo Fan.
Mo Fan shook his head and thanked nature for the gift in his heart. It would be great if all enemies were such crazy-brained people.
As a second explosion sounded, both vehicles started moving at the same time.
The front of the car faced the front of the car, and they rushed towards each other without giving in, as if they were both destined to die together.
They stretched their weapons out of the window and fired at each other frantically.
The chubby former member of the Blood Bone Gang started shooting wildly at Mo Fan's car with a rifle.
He has a strong desire to attack, but his marksmanship can only be evaluated as casual.
Dozens of bullets were fired, but only single digits hit the car.
On the other hand, the skinny young man looked like a drug addict who was about to die, but he dared to lure Mo Fan over not simply because he wanted to speed up the progress of his life, but because he had something to rely on.
He was holding a shotgun exclusive to Macho Man. He held it in one hand, but his hand was surprisingly steady.
The muzzle fluctuated very little during the fast driving, so it should be a prosthetic body with relevant functions implanted.
Once within range, he fired decisively.
Countless lead bullets were sprayed out. With the assistance of the prosthetic body, 90% of the lead bullets hit Mo Fan's windshield. In an instant, the windshield, which already had many scars, was completely covered with cracks. was defeated.
The skinny young man was crazy enough, but Mo Fan was even crazier than him.
Mo Fan took his hands off the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator, as if he was not prepared to evade and would fight to the end.
As for the weapon, he chose a large-caliber revolver and symbolically fired a few shots at the skinny young man.
Just as he thought, the skinny young man's car had also been bulletproofed, and the effect was better than that of blood and bones. He could not break it with his current firepower.
But from the beginning, he was not prepared to rely on firepower to determine the outcome.
Fifty meters apart, the two cars were heading towards each other at full speed.
In the blink of an eye, the two cars collided.
The car of the skinny young man was a tall off-road vehicle, which had not experienced combat before and was in perfect condition.
It collided with a muscle car, and it only shook slightly, so there was no danger.
On the other hand, Mo Fan's car is inferior to Zi's car in terms of performance and weight.
He was not wearing a seat belt. During the collision, he flew out of the driver's seat, shattering the nearly useless windshield, and rushed towards the purple car with undiminished momentum.
With a bang, Mo Fan hit the windshield of the purple car hard.
The voice was dull and thick, sounding like a broken bone at least.
Just when the skinny young man and the chubby guy thought that tonight's battle would end with a traffic accident, another shattering sound sounded.
This time the sound was clear and crisp, the sound of a shattering windshield.
In the puzzled looks of the two people in the car, Mo Fan was curled up on the windshield, showing his left hand.
On his left hand, he wore an industrial machine glove that was not common in gang fights.
In front of the high-frequency vibrating mechanical claw, the bulletproof glass that can withstand the hail of bullets breaks like paper.
Three mechanical claws passed through the windshield, grabbed the skinny young man's neck, and pressed him against the back of the chair, unable to move.
The skinny young man's eyes widened, staring at the mechanical arm that was choking him.
He couldn't figure out how a bulky, rough industrial prosthesis could appear in such a situation.
"Why do you carry this thing with you?"
Mo Fan killed the fat guy who wanted to sneak attack with one shot, and seriously recommended:
"This thing is much easier to use than a gun. I'll give it a try in the future."
He dragged the skinny young man out of the car, broke his limbs and threw them aside. He returned to the car and started to take care of the fat man.
Following the spiritual perception, he removed a brass-colored finger from Xiaopang's body.
While playing with his fingers, he came to the skinny young man.
"Let's talk about who you are."
The skinny young man had already recovered from the previous shock. Mo Fan's act of dismantling the prosthetic body on the spot not only failed to cause psychological pressure on him, but the familiar scene actually made him relax.
His expression was calm, as if it was not him who was in dire straits, but Mo Fan.
"You took something from the Three Eyes Gang."
"Those documents?"
"You shouldn't have taken them."
When it came to the documents, the skinny young man kept silent and did not want to talk about a single word.
Mo Fan grabbed the skinny young man's right hand and found that part of his palm had been replaced with metal.
There are three vertical pupils composed of flames printed on the metal surface, which should be the symbol of the Three Eyes Gang in his mouth.
While gesturing how to remove the skinny young man's prosthetic body, he asked:
"What is the shipment in the document? I won't tell anyone that you said it."
Seeing that the skinny young man didn't answer, Mo Fan tightened the mechanical arm and squeezed the skinny young man's hand bones until they cracked.
"I like to communicate with people, but I don't like silence. The last person who tried to remain silent, what happened to him...forget it, I guess you don't want to know."
"Give me another chance, what kind of goods are you transporting?"
The skinny young man was shaking all over, but he didn't say a word.
Mo Fan was a little surprised that a drug addict whose body was hollowed out by contraband could have such hard bones.
"Pretend to be a tough guy, right? Wait."
He was about to increase the strength of the skinny young man, but found that the skinny young man lying on the ground shook his head wildly, opened his mouth to speak, but what he came out was a painful groan, and he could only bang his head on the ground to express his begging for mercy.
Mo Fan scratched his head and realized that he had accidentally crushed the skinny young man's wrist. The boy couldn't resist the beating and was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.
He found the inhaled illegal drug that the skinny young man had used before, and gave the skinny young man a sip.
The medicine entered the body, greatly relieving the pain and making the skinny young man's body stop shaking.
"I said, I said anything." The skinny young man opened his mouth, his throat was sore and hoarse.
"It would have been over if it had been like this." Mo Fan shook his head.
The skinny young man complained bitterly: "The rules of the road are that if you betray this level of intelligence, you will have to pay for the settlement and help you run away. Who knew that you didn't even negotiate the price and just killed him."
Mo Fan was stunned for a moment and immediately apologized, "Sorry, I'm not in your shoes and I don't know the market."
"Forget it, I'm just unlucky. I don't know much about those things, but..."
Halfway through the words of the skinny young man, the back of Mo Fan's neck felt numb, as if he had been pricked by a needle.
Feeling something unusual, he rushed forward without caring about what was said behind him.
A moment later, a grenade with tail flames landed in the direction where he had been.
In the dazzling light, the explosion was deafening.
