Four people broke into the studio, obviously dressed as gang members, with black snake patterns on their clothes.
They were three men and one woman, all of medium build, holding cold weapons such as baseball bats and steel pipes in one hand, and a gun in the other.
The speaker pointed his gun at everyone with a threatening smirk on his face.
Porter hid behind Mo Fan and whispered to the bearded man: "What's going on?"
The bearded man smiled bitterly and said:
"When the blockade was still in place a few days ago, the gang that originally managed Area Z was killed by military drones. Other gangs want to grab this piece of fat. In the past two days, several gangs have come to collect protection fees. ”
"I don't know which unlucky thing it is, but it insists on provoking the automatic law enforcement team and messing up Yefeng Town."
Mo Fan looked up at the ceiling with an innocent face, as if he didn't understand what the bearded man was saying.
Potter asked: "What are your friends going to do?"
"It depends on the situation, small gangs will reject it, while big gangs can only pay for peace."
While talking, the person in charge of Lightning Studio walked out of another garage.
The person in charge is a strong man, over 1.9 meters tall. His overalls are tied around his waist and he wears a white vest on his upper body, exposing his thick arms and strong chest muscles.
"You are mistaken, the Gear Gang came to collect protection money yesterday."
A gangster spat on the ground.
"Is Zone Z the territory of the Gear Gang? If he takes you, you will be given. If he wants you to die, will you die?"
The person in charge said in a more serious tone, "The people from the Gear Gang said that you have already negotiated."
"What a deal. The Gear Gang's stronghold was bombed yesterday and the agreement is invalid. From now on, Area Z will belong to our Black Snake Gang. I don't care what happened to you guys before. If you don't get paid today, I will let you close down."
The person in charge didn't have a good temper either. He took two steps forward, grabbed the gangster by the collar, lifted him up in front of him, lowered his head and put his forehead on the gangster's head.
The huge size difference between the two gives people the illusion that the person in charge can stuff the gangster into his body with a little force, and the pressure is full.
"You mean to ignore the rules and rob me openly!"
Hearing the shouts of the person in charge, a dozen workers rushed out of the garage, all of them muscular men, and surrounded the four gangsters in a semi-encirclement.
The caught gangster didn't panic at all, and said with a smile: "Ah, he's so big, I'm so scared."
Boom!
A heavy footsteps came from the door.
An incredibly burly man walked into the studio. He was nearly two and a half meters tall. He was wearing a long-sleeved hooded sweatshirt and looked as wide as a wall.
The big guy came behind the gangster and looked at the person in charge in silence.
The person in charge, nicknamed the Macho Man, instantly became petite and charming in front of the big man, and even the hand holding the gangster became unsteady.
The gangster took the opportunity to get rid of the person in charge, and he and three other companions pointed their guns at the person in charge.
"Pay the money, or your store will be demolished today."
The atmosphere in the studio became tense, and both sides were trying to see who would back down first.
At this moment, a white figure stood out.
"Brother, gangs also follow rules. Even if gangs change, each store must pay at most twice a year."
Porter, wearing sunglasses, came to the gangster and spoke in an insider's tone.
The gangster dug his ears, as if he heard some joke, "Who the hell told you the rules?"
"The Three Eyes Gang set it, and this is the rule in West City."
The gangster put a gun to Potter's head and asked one word at a time:
"Okay, smart guy, tell me now, where is this place?"
Feeling the hard touch on his forehead, Potter thought of his old acquaintance, the former escort who had his head shot in the bar.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, remembering that this was Yefeng Town, not West City.
He looked at Mo Fan for help and found that Mo Fan was yawning, as if he didn't see him in danger at all.
"Brother, I was kidnapped. Can you take a look at me?"
Mo Fan rubbed his eyes, as if he didn't wake up and had auditory hallucinations.
The gangster followed Potter's eyes and glanced around, shouting:
"Who is your eldest brother? Come forward. If you say I broke you, will your eldest brother go back to West City and complain to the Three Eyes Gang? How do you think he will complain, crying and saying that we don't obey the rules?"
When several other gangsters heard this, they all started laughing.
After laughing, the leader of the thugs continued to ask:
"Hey, little guy, you haven't told me where this is yet..."
"That's enough!" The person in charge of the studio couldn't listen anymore.
"We paid the money and let him go."
"The money must be paid, but it is impossible to release the person. This kid just wanted to teach us the rules. Now it is our turn to talk to him about what the rules of Yefeng Town are. Today I..."
"enough!"
Another voice appeared, interrupting the gangster's words.
The gangster became angry when he was interrupted, and shouted: "Which idiot is it again..."
This time, he was interrupted by four gunshots.
Others only felt that in the blink of an eye, there was a gun in Mo Fan's hand, and the gun fired continuously, accurately knocking out the guns in the hands of the four gangsters.
Porter rubbed the red mark on his forehead when the gun flew out, took the opportunity to retreat into the crowd, and excitedly shouted to Mo Fan: "Brother is awesome!"
The gangster looked at his empty palm and was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said: "King Kong, come on!"
The big man named King Kong exerted force with his fists, and the long-sleeved sweatshirt on his body was shattered, revealing his strong body and the industrial exoskeleton worn on his body.
With his unusually large physique, King Kong can wear bulky industrial external prostheses without much impact on his movements.
King Kong reached out and pulled off the hood of a car, using it as a shield in front of him, and rushed towards Mo Fan like a small steamroller.
Facing the charging King Kong, Mo Fan unconsciously smiled on his face, fought with industrial prosthetics, and met his colleagues.
He was so happy to see Hunter that he did not choose to kill King Kong with a ricochet. Instead, he put away his gun and prepared for a cold weapon battle between real men.
He first took two steps sideways to let go of King Kong's shield charge.
Then the spiritual energy gathered in his legs, and during the meat-tempering period, his leg muscles swelled, his trouser legs were instantly burst, and his loose trousers turned into beggar-style shorts.
The leg muscles as hard as steel, carrying the sound of breaking wind, turned into a roundhouse kick, directly hitting King Kong's head.
King Kong raised the hood back in time to block the kick, but the roundhouse kick was strong enough to dent the hood. Even if he blocked it, he was still hit by the huge force and was knocked back three steps and hit the wall.
Before King Kong could recover, Mo Fan quickly followed up.
With almost the effort of both front and rear feet, King Kong's back hit the wall and before it could rebound, Mo Fan's sprinting kick had already caught up with him.
He kicked the hood with great force, and King Kong, who was sandwiched between the wall and the hood, absorbed all the impact.
Industrial prosthetics are cheap and practical, and are rarely equipped with all-round shock absorption. In addition, Mo Fan's legs not only have brute strength, but also possess the unique strength of fighting skills. The power is condensed and not dispersed, enough to penetrate armor, reaching It is similar to the effect of hunting cattle across the mountain.
With one kick, there was a clear sound of bones breaking. King Kong's body softened and he fell to his knees, clutching his chest in pain and speechless.
He defeated the monster King Kong with only two feet. No one here dared to think what species Mo Fan was.
Looking at the footprints on the hood with even the soles of the shoes clearly visible, even though they knew Mo Fan was on their side, the workers still unconsciously took a step back and kept a distance from him.
After dealing with King Kong, Mo Fan walked up to the four gangsters. Just as he was about to say something, a gust of wind blew outside the door, making his legs feel cold.
When he looked down, he remembered that he had previously imitated King Kong's explosive clothes and burst his pants.
Fortunately, the rules of the world are stuck, so that like the Hulk, no matter how big his body expands, the fabric in this harmonious area cannot be broken at all.
He turned back and pointed at the person in charge of the studio, "Who is that? Help me find a pair of pants first."
The person in charge was instantly shocked when Mo Fan pointed at him. When he heard the request for pants, he took off his own contribution on the spot.
Mo Fan felt his scalp numb at the sight, "What the hell are you doing? Find me a new one!"
"oh!"
