The "Type 2 Mechanical Claw", based on the original mechanical claw, adds a long-range grabbing effect, with an effective range of five meters and a maximum grabbing weight of 100 kilograms.
The above values are official calibration values.
The second-type mechanical claw refined by Dayan's physical training method, the long-range grabbing function is no longer the mechanical claw in the claw machine, but an extendable arm.
With the extra enhanced control, Mo Fan lengthened the grasping range of the mechanical claw and adjusted the range to fifteen meters, still ensuring accuracy.
While the range is increased, with the shooting technique of the ballistic adjuster, it can even complete the turning hook and ejection hook.
Calculating mentally but not accidentally, Rolf was immediately attacked and pulled in front of Mo Fan by the mechanical claws.
The mechanical claw vibrated at high speed and clamped off Rolf's right arm, which had two types of prosthetics implanted in it.
Mo Fan put the revolver into Rolf's mouth and showed the mechanical arm he was wearing with his other hand.
"You're right. No matter how powerful your technology is, it pales in front of a prosthetic body. Therefore, I will also use a prosthetic body."
Rolf's mouth was blocked, his expression was full of fear and confusion. He wanted to say something, but his mouth was blocked by the muzzle of the gun, and he could only make a whining sound.
In an instant, the battle was over.
Because Mo Fan acted so quickly, today's explanation was always a little slower.
"What did I see? Industrial prosthetics! Our magical new escort actually used industrial prosthetics in battle!"
"I can't imagine how many times I have to practice before I can operate a heavy, low-precision industrial prosthetic body so skillfully like him."
"Using industrial prosthetics to kill our predecessor, the Destroyer King, this kind of crushing with absolute power is simply crazy!"
"He is definitely a genius! I can guarantee that all the girls who watched this program today will go crazy looking for his contact information. Not to mention the girls, even I am obsessed."
Mo Fan did not talk to the commentator above who was constantly touting him. He learned from the failure of the last time when he almost failed to extract a confession. He asked Potter to throw him a painkiller injection to relieve Rolf's pain before starting to ask questions.
"Give you one last chance. Let me ask you an answer. If you do, just blink once, if not, just blink twice."
Mo Fan approached Rolf and whispered at a volume that only the two of them could hear.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"The three of you and the tournament team all had a hand in killing Potter, yes or no."
Rolf blinked once.
"You are not the initiator of the action, but you are invited. You cannot refuse, but you do not reject it in your heart."
Rolf blinked once.
"What role did the event team play in it? The bystanders who acquiesced blinked once, the initiator of the incident blinked twice, and other identities stared wide-eyed."
Rolf blinked.
"Did the person responsible for intercepting and killing Potter only arrange the three assassins and you guys?"
Rolf blinked twice.
"Is the "Quicksand" who is ranked last in the standings also one of yours? "
Rolf's eyes were blank, he blinked twice and shook his head.
"Okay, I almost understand. There is only one last question left. As long as you don't lie to me or answer well, I will let you go and only give you five seconds to answer."
Mo Fan suddenly pulled the gun out of Rolf's mouth and raised his voice so loud that the commentator above could hear it.
"Is there a script for this competition, and you have actually decided on someone to win?"
Rolf's expression changed instantly. His eyes widened and his pupils trembled. He was panicking about why Mo Fan could ask this question.
His eyes were constantly switching between Mo Fan and the helicopter above his head, as if he was weighing his answer.
"5, 4, 3..."
"1!"
boom!
Mo Fan pulled the trigger and gave the stubborn Rolf a lesson.
"I admire tough guys like you the most."
He wiped the muzzle of the gun on Rolf's clothes, then let go of his hand, letting Rolf's body fall to the ground.
In the final countdown, he jumped directly from 3 to 1.
It's not that Rolf didn't seize the opportunity in front of him, but that he didn't give Rolf a chance to answer. If Rolf was prepared to answer from the beginning, he would count directly from 5 to 1.
He must be counting down faster than Rolf can blink.
The last question did not require an answer from Rolf.
In principle, each team of participants in the Death Race competes independently, and there are no team points.
Rolf wanted to kill Porter before the death maze because Porter's actions were beyond expectations and he was afraid that Porter would be prepared and get good results.
In order to eliminate this unstable factor, Rolf, who was ranked fourth in the standings, was willing to give up the opportunity to get a good ranking in the finals and spent a lot of time waiting for Porter.
Are you afraid that Porter will get good grades? How good will it be?
Top three, second, and still the champion.
Why is he afraid?
Obviously, there is a price for the competition team to acquiesce to Rolf and others in killing Porter. The price is to cooperate with the competition team's script and send out the already determined champion.
Of course, this script may also have been written by the forces behind Rolf.
Therefore, for his last question, he deliberately raised his voice so that the competition team could hear it.
Rolf also answered him with a reaction. Among the writers of the script, there must be the name of the competition team.
It's enough to know the answer, but it's not beautiful to let Rolf say it.
The game is still going on. Mo Fan just wants to use Rolf to beat the competition team and tell them not to go too far. He is not ready to directly quarrel with each other.
Another point is that from the beginning, he was not prepared to let Rolf leave alive.
He is an iron-blooded warrior with pure love, and all tauren must die!
After dealing with Rolf, I looked up and found that the driver of the "Sonic" team had already run away, and the car was almost entering the first pit stop.
spit!
Things that are not loyal.
Mo Fan has lived two lifetimes and hates these ruthless people the most. They are so damn hard to kill.
Returning to the car, Porter started again and headed towards the first pit stop.
Porter asked: "What did you say at the end?"
"Confirmed several things."
"It has to do with the game."
"Um."
Porter: "..."
After a while, seeing that Mo Fan had no intention of explaining, Porter said:
"Normally, shouldn't you tell me roughly what it is?"
"Logically speaking, I should tell you. But it's useless if you know this, and you'll be easily distracted. It's better to wait until the game is over before I tell you. Let me solve all the troubles. You just need to drive well." A car is enough.”
Potter rolled his eyes, "Okay, you have the final say."
There were no obstacles on the way, and they entered the first maintenance point smoothly.
Parking the car next to the maintenance vehicle, Big Beard and others rushed up and carried out quick repairs and simple module replacements according to the pre-made plan.
Taking advantage of the time to repair the car, Mo Fan entered the car. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.
Seeing him come in, An Xin grabbed the wine bottle and rushed up to give him a hug.
"Today's game was so exciting! You performed better than I expected. If you were not mine, I would definitely advise you to switch careers and become a professional escort."
Mo Fan blinked and said, "Miss An Xin, what did you just say? Repeat it again."
"I said I would advise you to switch careers and become a professional escort."
"Not this sentence, the previous one."
"If you're not mine."
Mo Fan lowered his head, like a girl who was suddenly confessed, and responded shyly: "It's so direct, so direct that I'm embarrassed."
However, An Xin had no intention of taking comments or making complaints, and her focus was entirely on the competition.
She took a sip of wine from the bottle, waved her fist and said, "According to my previous plan, make the Death Maze lively."
"If there is a chance, we must kill No. 12!"
When mentioning the mission, Mo Fan also became serious.
"Is this No. 12 a new threat?"
"No, that bitch is too cowardly to drive. His style is the same as Porter's before. I've long been unhappy with him."
Porter happened to walk in at this moment, and before he could say hello, he heard An Xin's comments about his previous driving style.
He touched his nose awkwardly and said with a wry smile: "Miss Bodhisattva, was my original style so hated by others?"
