As Mo Fan and Porter got out of touch with the convoy in front, the cars following them stopped loading and switched to combat mode.
Ten vehicles are well-trained, four of which are speed-based and are responsible for interception. They are assigned a speed of at least 9, which is enough to show the emphasis on Porter's driving skills.
The four vehicles accelerated forward and came to about a hundred meters in front of Porter and Mo Fan.
Two left and two right, evenly distributed.
One side of the car throws the steel cable, and the other side of the car catches it, fixes the steel cable behind the body, and starts driving to both sides, making the steel cable straight.
Two high-strength blocking nets appeared out of thin air on the road, preventing Porter from speeding up and escaping.
The next four vehicles focus on attack, and are all equipped with attack modules on their bodies.
Machine guns were raised in front of two of the vehicles and fired at the "War Eagle" where Mo Fan and Porter were.
The other two vehicles had machine guns fixed on the roof from the beginning. The escorts wearing body armor got out of the sunroof and controlled the machine guns to fire accurately.
There are roadblocks in front, gunfire behind, and instability on both sides.
Two specially modified cars blocked both sides, sandwiching Mo Fan and Porter faintly.
The two vehicles have thickened bodies and are covered with thick metal defense modules. They are stronger than the "War Eagle" assigned four points of defense, like two mobile steel fortresses.
On the thick metal modules of the two vehicles, steel nails with a diameter of ten centimeters and a length of thirty centimeters popped out, transforming from an iron bastard into an iron hedgehog in an instant.
One on the left and one on the right, it is distributed on both sides, like an open iron maiden.
In less than a minute, a killing game has taken shape.
The killers on both sides did not act immediately. They were waiting, waiting for the eyes of the competition team.
This is not only an assassination, but also an execution!
Inside the "War Eagle", even though he was mentally prepared, Porter was still in a hurry.
He looked at the control panel, his voice impatient: "Their firepower is very fierce, and the first layer of defense modules only has 70% durability left."
"Don't worry." Mo Fan wiped the "Death Wheel" calmly as if he was not involved.
"Brother, it's 63%, no, it's 59%."
Mo Fan sighed, took out a can of beer stolen from An Xin's bag, and stood on the dashboard.
"Young people just can't keep their composure. Why don't you drink some?"
One dares to take it, the other dares to drink it.
Porter immediately grabbed the beer and poured it into his mouth.
"Sure enough, it's much better, brother, are you still there?"
Mo Fan took out a bottle of vodka from his inner pocket and put it into Potter's hand.
Porter opened it and took a sip, his face became visibly rosy and his hands stopped shaking.
"This is still strong enough. Brother, why do you carry this with you?"
Mo Fan lit a cigarette and said in a vicissitudes of life:
"A senior told me that rookies will be nervous for the first time on the court. If they drink too much, they won't have random thoughts and it will be easier to get into the state."
Potter: "It makes sense. He is your senior brother on the mercenary journey?"
"No, he was the interview manager who recruited me to be a stripper."
puff!
When Mo Fan and Porter adjusted their status, the competition team relied on their rich broadcast experience and quickly discovered the situation.
The helicopter carrying the commentator appeared above the crowd, and the commentator held up the microphone and shouted passionately:
"Wow, let's see what's going on!"
"Our new contestants seem to be dissatisfied with the fact that the old contestants are sitting there and eating nothing. As soon as the competition begins, they are ready to bring some excitement to the show."
"I have always supported impulsive young people. Without passion, death racing would not be where it is today. What they did is what every successful driver has done. Only by fighting hard can they become tomorrow's star!"
"Every brave person can receive the gifts the world gives them!"
The passionate explanation was like a signal for the execution to begin. The two vehicles began to squeeze toward the middle, and the fire from the vehicles behind became more violent.
At the same time, Mo Fan put out his cigarette and said calmly: "Let's get started."
"bring it on!"
Porter pressed the button on the dashboard, and the heavy metal defense module at the rear of the car detached from the body and rolled backwards.
The No. 39 car, which launched the attack from directly behind, never expected that Porter would separate the defense module so decisively.
The thick metal guard rolled and hit the windshield of the car behind, directly smashing through the glass and poking into driver No. 39.
The driver died, the car instantly lost control, and No. 39 crashed into the roadside.
Destroyed +1.
In the Death Race, the cars are not originally bulletproof, and all defenses come from defense modules.
A special anti-kinetic weapon energy barrier has been added to the defense module, which can withstand most bullet attacks as long as the durability is still there.
For drivers, the defense module is even more important than the engine. After all, without an engine, the defense module can support you to press the exit button.
But without the defense module, it only takes a few seconds for the people in the car to be beaten into pieces.
Many riders will not give up easily even if the durability of the defense module is reduced to zero. After all, even if there is no kinetic energy barrier, the thick defense module itself can act as a physical barrier.
Therefore, the rear car never expected that Porter would take the initiative to abandon the defense module when he still had at least 40% durability.
The last thought of the driver who was killed was: Did he think the teammates on both sides of me wouldn't shoot?
But the killers soon discovered that there were possibilities they had never thought of.
Porter Racing's defense module actually has two layers installed!
He is not Potter, who is he!
All Death Race viewers, whether they love Porter or hate him, know his style.
Avoiding combat will only use speed to run away like a coward.
The module interface of the racing car is limited. Adding defense modules means sacrificing speed.
The slower you go, the easier it will be to get entangled and get caught in a fight.
That "Chicken" Porter would actually give up speed and choose fighting on his favorite racing track?
But the audience's amazement had just begun.
The second layer of defense modules on the "War Eagle" is stronger than the first layer. The thick protective plate has sharp spikes sticking out like the killers on both sides.
Immediately afterwards, with everyone watching, Porter suddenly stepped on the brakes and took the initiative to hit the No. 47 who was coming from behind to fill in the gap.
The killer in the output position believed that the plan was foolproof and did not expect to encounter a fierce counterattack.
The focus of their racing cars is on attack and speed, and they only use the most basic defensive modules.
The sharp spikes penetrated the body of No. 47 without any effort, causing the killer's car to lose power.
None of the other eight groups of killers expected Potter to act like this. By the time they thought of slowing down, they were already far away.
When they stopped the car and turned around, they found that the fighting behind them had ended.
The violent collision between "War Eagle" and No. 47 caused Porter and the two killers in No. 47 to be briefly dazed.
However, there was one person on the field who seemed completely unaffected by the crash.
The program crew's close-up shot focused on the two cars connected together.
After the collision, the two cars were connected together and still sliding forward with inertia. The passenger side door of the "War Eagle" opened.
Mo Fan grabbed the roof of the car with his robotic arm, pushed it hard, and rushed towards No. 47.
While he was flying in the air, he kicked out and hit the chin of Escort No. 47, whose upper body was sticking out of the skylight.
Amidst the high-speed screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground, there should be no other sounds to be heard.
But the commentators on the helicopter, including all the viewers in front of the TV, seemed to hear a crisp sound of bones breaking.
That was the sound of a broken cervical spine.
The force of Mo Fan's kick was so fierce that the back of Escort No. 47's head hit his back, creating an angle that was painful to see.
As Mo Fan flew over the roof of Car No. 47, he grabbed the edge of the sunroof with his backhand. With a rollover that defied physics, he stopped flying backwards and stood firmly on the roof of Car No. 47.
Then he took out his revolver and used "Noon has arrived" on the driver who had not yet woken up from the dizziness.
Six gun heads.
The marksmanship is not only accurate, but also thorough, making it impossible for those behind him to find where to hit him if they want to finish off the attack.
Destroyed +1.
Between the rabbit and the falcon, before the two cars had stopped, the battle was over.
boom!
After changing the bullet, Mo Fan fired a shot into the sky, put his hands in the shape of a trumpet to his mouth, and shouted at the commentator in the sky.
"Don't be stunned and say something!"
