There are only six enemy vehicles left on the scene, including two defensive Iron Bastards, one offensive vehicle, and three speed vehicles responsible for interception.
Among the three speed racing cars, the escorts of No. 43 and No. 48 have been killed by Mo Fan and have lost most of their combat effectiveness.
Porter started the car, and while the killers were in panic, he got close to them again.
Mo Fan used the machine gun and Death Roulette to destroy the Speedy No. 36 which still had an escort.
Two minutes later, the last attacking car, No. 49, ran out of defense and was punched through the windshield by Mo Fan, turning the driver and escort into sieves.
Destroyed +2.
Mo Fan threw away the machine gun module that had exhausted its bullets. In front of the remaining four teams of killers who were more than ten meters away, Mo Fan swaggered out of the car, slowly climbed onto No. 49, and began to disassemble the machine gun on the roof of the car.
He didn't speak, but his message was clear.
When I finish dismantling the machine gun, I will kill you all.
If Mo Fan is allowed to obtain a new machine gun, the killers will once again be under horrific fire suppression, and it will only be a matter of time before they are defeated one by one.
In the suffocating atmosphere, the two iron bastards No. 38 and 42 couldn't bear it anymore.
The doors of the two cars opened at the same time, and while Mo Fan bent down to remove the machine gun module, the only two escorts rushed out at the same time, aiming their guns.
This is their only chance to make a comeback, victory or defeat depends on this!
However, before their guns were raised, there was a hole in their heads.
The two escorts looked at Mo Fan blankly. He had his head down a second ago and was disassembling the machine gun module with both hands. Why did he have an extra gun in his hand now?
What a quick drawing speed and such accurate shooting skills.
The weapons fell from the hands of the two escorts. Before falling to the ground, they made a thumbs up sign as the end of their lives.
Seeing that the fish was hooked, Mo Fan had no time to dismantle the machine gun module, so he rushed towards the two Iron Bastards that had not yet closed the door.
Under the infusion of spiritual energy, the swollen leg muscles burst out of his trousers in an instant. With a hard step, the roof of No. 49 collapsed instantly, and his body rushed out like an arrow.
At the cost of sacrificing a pair of pants, he gained speed comparable to that of the strongest sprinters.
He ran with long and stretched steps, and every step showed the beauty of the human body, as if the statue of the god in the museum came to life and ran in front of everyone.
The indescribable beauty of the human body attracted the attention of everyone present. Even the killer on the opposite side couldn't help but take a look.
Just this glance was enough for Mo Fan to approach the two Iron Bastards.
He lowered his center of gravity, switched from running to sliding, and slid between the two Iron Bastards.
Driver No. 42 was a little slow to react. He had just climbed into the passenger seat, and before he could reach out to grab the door, he looked into the eyes of Mo Fan, who was sliding in.
Mo Fan smiled brightly, showing eight neat white teeth, raised his hand and shot driver No. 42 in the head.
Then he quickly turned around and broke No. 36's hand that was halfway closing the car door.
He jumped up from the ground with a carp kick, slapped the dirt on his legs, and raised his hand to make two more shots, helping driver No. 36 get rid of the pain of a broken hand.
The number of destroyed items is +2 again.
Only No. 43 and No. 48, who had lost their escorts, were left on the field.
They were so frightened by Mo Fan that they dared to continue the assassination. They immediately turned the car around and prepared to escape to the death maze.
As long as they escape to the first maintenance point in front of the death maze, they can apply to withdraw from the competition and get rid of the monster.
Because of fear, the two of them focused entirely on Mo Fan, even ignoring the target of the assassination.
Just as they were making a U-turn, Porter, who had been ignored, rushed straight towards him and hit the side of No. 43.
The newly started No. 43 stalled again. When the driver recovered from the dizziness of the impact, he was met by Mo Fan's raised gun.
Destroyed +1.
Looking at No. 48 who ran away without looking back, Mo Fan showed regret in his eyes.
No. 48 is a speed-oriented modification, with a speed of 8-9 points assigned. If they focus on escaping, it will be difficult to catch up with their car.
Unfortunately, one ran away.
At the same time as the battle ended, the match commentary sounded like a sharp scream from the sky that had its tail stepped on.
"Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Unbelievable!"
"They really did it!"
"Only 10 minutes into the match, our favorite team "War Eagle" has already achieved an amazing result. "
"Faced with ten despicable attackers, Porter and his escorts displayed the qualities expected of a top convoy and easily escaped from the attackers and destroyed nine of them!"
"Oh my god, does anyone remember the last time they destroyed nine in a single game? It was twenty-three years ago!"
"I can be sure that they have already locked in tonight's destroyer in advance!"
"They acted crazy and set countless game records. Tonight is destined to be their night."
Mo Fan checked around the battlefield and found that the equipment of the killers was very shabby. None of the ten escorts had a prosthetic body implanted.
Even if Porter's escort is not him, but other escorts with prosthetic bodies, less than half of these killers will die in the mission.
No wonder E-class mercenaries without prosthetics are called consumables by people in the industry.
However, it was not all in vain. The durability of the outer armor of the No. 42 Iron Bastard was still 70%. Mo Fan removed it and installed it on the outside of the "War Eagle".
The game is far from safe, and we will face a fierce battle later.
They only dealt with a few miscellaneous fish. The real big fish, such as a few on Anxin's threat list, were still hiding behind and watching the fun.
Just as Mo Fan was installing the defense module, the commentator in the air turned his attention to him.
"The change in Porter's style seems to come from his new escort."
"Let's take a look at this newcomer's information."
"Potter's new escort is named Mo Fan. He is a native of Yefeng Town and a new mercenary. He has received a commission for the first time and has a native body without a prosthetic body implanted..."
Looking at the information sent by the director, the more the commentator read, the drier his voice became.
"Sorry, there seems to be something wrong with our data collection. Mr. Mo Fan seems to have hidden his information when registering."
Mo Fan waved his hand from below to interrupt the explanation.
"That's right, I'm really a new mercenary, and I'm really a native. If you, the audience, have any commissions that need to be completed, feel free to come to Yefeng Town to find me."
After finishing the advertisement, Mo Fan just installed the defense module and returned to the car.
The car started again and drove towards the maze of death at full speed.
It didn't take long to deal with the killers, and the gap could be recovered.
Mo Fan grabbed the wine bottle from Potter's hand, took a sip to moisten his throat, then lit a cigarette and asked, "How do you feel?"
Porter responded excitedly: "I'm in great shape. It turned out that I was so happy when those bastards chased me and beat me."
"Then you can try this aggressive game style more in the future. It only takes one time to make the hermaphrodite above your head become your most loyal fan. Two more times and the program team can treat you like a biological father. On."
Potter curled his lips, "If the escort wasn't you, big brother, I wouldn't have survived twice if I played the way I did just now."
Mo Fan put the bottle back into Porter's hand, "It seems you haven't drunk enough."
At this moment, there was an explosion not far away.
Immediately afterwards, the number 48 on the list of contestants dimmed.
A notice popped up on the control panel inside the car.
Player No. 48 was destroyed, and the destroyer was Rolf of the "Sound Wave" team.
Mo Fan looked towards the direction of the explosion and said to Porter: "It seems that our killer king can't hold it in any longer."
