Mo Fan and Porter continued to move forward. On the roadside less than two kilometers away from the first maintenance point, they saw the wreckage of No. 48.
"Sonic", fourth in the standings, was parked in the middle of the road, waiting for their arrival.
The ten killers who started at the beginning did not cause much trouble to Mo Fan and Porter, but they also delayed them for a while.
For a top team like "Sound Wave", they should have entered the death maze long ago and even found the first combat module.
There is only one possibility for them to catch up here.
That means the other party is waiting for them.
It is absolutely impossible to waste a lot of time and risk falling in the rankings just to hand them mineral water and towels, and then give them a box of band-aids.
The logic in the Death Race is very simple. Since the other party does not bring goodwill, it must be an enemy.
Porter did not pass Soundwave, but stopped fifteen meters in front of their car.
"Rolf, I thought you would be waiting for me in the maze of death."
Rolf looked at Potter and spoke slowly: "I want to take back what I said before."
"Which sentence?"
Rolf: "Before the game started, I told Clayton and Vartan that you were a fool. In fact, you are much smarter than I thought."
"During the preparations for the competition, you have been adjusting the car to a speed type to paralyze everyone, making us think that you are the same as before, focusing on speed and avoiding fighting as much as possible."
"Until the day before the race, you suddenly changed the car to defensive mode. Not only did the trap they prepared for you fail, but you also used your plan to annihilate them all."
At this point, Rolf couldn't help but applaud: "You are so smart that it scares me. Maybe in your eyes, those of us who have been doing little tricks in the dark are the real fools."
Potter blushed when Rolf said something about pretending to adjust the car to a speed type and then temporarily turning it into a defensive type, or taking advantage of the situation...
He was obviously not good at planning. He felt that An Xin's suggestion was reasonable, so he made temporary adjustments.
Why did Rolf turn into a scheming old man as soon as he said it?
But it was about momentum, and there was no way he would admit at the moment that he was really not in the right mind and had copied all his plans.
"Oh, you just realized it now, don't you think it's too late?"
"So, I must stop you here and not let you enter the maze of death." Rolf said coldly.
"Um?"
"Stop pretending, you are nearly ten minutes behind. Even if there is no follow-up attack, it will be difficult for your score to enter the top ten."
"You knew our plan, but you still participated in the Death Race, taking the risk of being exposed as a fool and a coward. Is it just for a mid-range result?"
"You must be hiding some means that will allow you to make up for this lost time, and this means is most likely located in the combat module of the Death Maze!"
"So, I must stop you before you enter the maze of death and complete your plan."
Porter was stunned for a moment, just like when he heard An Xin talk about the game plan. He just felt that it made sense and it really should be like this.
He never talked trash to anyone, but when it came to playing with his brains, he deviated from his area of expertise. He could only give Mo Fan a look and signal to the big brother to come on.
Mo Fan shrugged and took over the conversation for Potter.
"You stopped us just to tell us that you finally figured out how stupid you are? Or are you just going to delay it with nonsense?"
Rolf shook his head, "Since Potter is a smart man, there is no need to get rid of him. We can sit down and talk. The purpose of what I say is to ask you, Potter, if you are interested in coming." Sonic", be my driver. "
Mo Fan: "Huh? What do you mean, what about me?"
Mo Fan couldn't be fooled by Rolf. Although he was just a temporary escort, he was still Porter's partner in this game. Why did he directly ask Porter if he wanted to change partners in front of him?
Is this someone being NTR'd to someone's face?
Rolf: "You, as a mercenary, naturally have your place to go. Potter, although I admire you very much, I still have to ask you to withdraw from this game."
"In order to retire you without killing you, mercenary, get out of the car and fight me in a battle between escorts. Potter, if he dies, you will automatically retire."
Mo Fan laughed in anger, co-writing Rolf not only planned to perform the drama that his husband was currently committing, but also planned to kill himself as the "sufferer".
After all, he just completed nine kills, can you give him some respect?
Without waiting for Potter to express his position, he opened the car door and stepped out of the car. He stretched out his palms flatly, raised four fingers, and waved to Rolf.
Before the game started, he was worried about how to kill Rolf, but he didn't expect that the opponent would come to his door.
Just as Rolf coveted Potter, he coveted Rolf.
This current King of Destroyers is indeed rich in gold. Two types of prosthetic bodies have been transplanted into his body, and the spiritual energy of the prosthetic bodies is very rich.
Apart from the mysterious Spark, Rolf is the strongest person he has ever seen.
Rolf also got out of the car and walked towards Mo Fan calmly.
"Before the competition started, I sent someone to investigate you, and I confirmed the test results of the competition team. You are indeed a protozoan."
"The fact that you can kill those trash fishes means that your marksmanship is very good and you are considered the best among the original bodies. But you have to understand that manpower can never be as good as technology. No matter how strong the technology is, it will be pale and fragile in front of the prosthetic body. .”
Mo Fan said noncommittally: "You won't know until you try it."
"As you wish. Mercenary, I'm going to hit you on the right cheek with this shot."
After saying that, Rolf's right hand turned into an afterimage. It was so fast that he couldn't see the gun being drawn, and a bullet was thrown towards Mo Fan.
Others cannot clearly see Rolf's shooting speed, but as a physical practitioner, Mo Fan has super physical fitness and dynamic vision, so it is not difficult to see Rolf's movements clearly.
The moment Rolf took action, he turned his head slightly to the left, just in time to dodge the bullet heading straight for his right face.
Mo Fan's dodge was very small. From the perspective of a bystander, it didn't look like he had dodged the bullet, but more like Rolf had missed the target.
After the fatal empty shot, the atmosphere fell into awkwardness for a moment. Porter, who remained in the car, did not hold back and laughed out loud.
Although Potter held back his words in time and did not turn into laughter, this deliberate control only made Rolf even more embarrassed.
The atmosphere became more solemn.
Rolf, as if what just happened didn't exist, shouted: "Cheek!"
This time, he fired three times.
Two of the shots blocked Mo Fan's movement path, and one shot was shot to the left side of his face.
The idea is good, but the marksmanship is limited. It looks like a tight blockade, but in fact, as long as you can see the ballistic trajectory clearly, the space is completely enough to dodge.
Mo Fan swayed slightly again, and three bullets flew past, but none of them hit.
Just when he was about to taunt, one of the bullets hit the ground, bounced off, and headed straight for the left side of his face.
Rolt's shot surprised him a little. He was worthy of being the destroyer, and worthy of being a player who dared to face NTR. With this ricochet, he was even more slippery than him.
After all, he was only in the physical enhancement state. He had just started practicing and was still in the human category.
Most of the time dodging bullets relies on prejudgment, and it is impossible to catch bullets purely by physical speed like the Fire Cloud Evil God.
He could only dodge as much as possible, but the bullet still hit the left side of his face.
Then it was bounced off his face.
Rolt used an ordinary pistol, which could not break the defense of his skin.
But in Rolt's eyes, this shot was empty again.
The ejected bullet flew past Mo Fan's cheek without leaving even a scratch.
Rolf's defense was broken. He was not going to show off his marksmanship anymore. He took out the spray gun from his waist and wanted to give Mo Fan a good blow.
But at the same time, he saw Mo Fan wave his hand, and a mechanical claw connected to a steel wire flew towards him quickly.
The mechanical claw hit his right arm, then suddenly tightened, clamping him tightly.
Immediately afterwards, a strong force came from the mechanical claw, dragging him to fly towards Mo Fan.
