The samples were escorted using a professional transport vehicle with a wide body and basic bulletproof treatment.
The driver and co-pilot were already occupied by people. They were not the security personnel of Xingfu Pharmaceutical, but members of the "testing agency" who drove the car.
The back space consists of two rows of seats facing each other vertically. Mo Fan and Norman sit on both sides, with three suitcases fixed between them.
After everyone and the goods were in place, Mo Fan, who was sitting on the outermost side, closed the tailgate and the transport truck started slowly.
After the car started moving, he turned on the hidden camera on his chest and filmed everything in the car.
According to Jimmy's information, the suitcase contained high-purity starry sky. After dilution, it would be enough for all drug addicts in West City to use for three weeks.
He wanted to find an opportunity to open the suitcase and confirm the situation inside. Unfortunately, the suitcase was equipped with a password lock. Unless he knew the password, he could only open the lock violently.
This prevented him from accidentally opening the suitcase.
In the driver's and passenger's seats, two "inspection personnel" with sinister faces looked like they were filming a mime. Not only did they not say a word, they didn't even play music while driving.
Affected by them, there was a dead silence in the car and the atmosphere was very depressing.
"Brother, can you turn on the radio? Aren't you bored?" Mo Fan was the first to break the silence and said to the person sitting in the co-pilot.
The co-pilot gave him a cold look and said nothing.
Mo Fan changed seats with the person next to him, got closer to the co-pilot, stretched his head and turned up the volume.
"Can you turn on the radio? Switch to the Fire Rock channel for me, thank you."
The co-pilot remained silent, as if he wanted to use silence to make Mo Fan retreat.
"It's so pitiful that he is mute. If I were you, I would definitely save money to install an electronic voice box. Brother driver, I can only ask you to turn on the radio for me."
How could the co-pilot tolerate the insult of a security guard? He immediately turned around and punched Mo Fan, trying to silence Mo Fan by force.
Mo Fan stretched out his hand, spread his fingers, and firmly blocked the co-pilot's fist with his palm, then grabbed his fist and tightened his fingers.
"It hurts, it hurts, let go!"
"Tsk, you can speak now, it's a medical miracle." Mo Fan said, and the strength in his hand increased by two points.
The driver in the driver's seat couldn't stand it anymore and said helpfully: "We are on a mission now. What are you doing?"
Mo Fan responded seriously, "I'm asking him to turn on the radio for me."
The driver wisely turned on the radio and tuned it to the rock music designated by Mo Fan.
Mo Fan looked at the co-pilot and said, "I think communication is very important. It can shorten the distance between people and avoid misunderstandings. What do you think?"
The co-pilot nodded quickly, "You're right, it's all my fault."
"Don't blame yourself too much, I don't hold grudges." Mo Fan let go of his hand and allowed the co-pilot to withdraw his hand.
After the little episode just now, Mo Fan took the initiative in the car and continued to ask the co-pilot.
"Where are we going?"
Being able to rhyme with the starry sky, the co-pilot is certainly not an ordinary person. After the probing just now, he has figured out that Mo Fan is not easy to mess with, so he answered cooperatively.
"Our car does not have a pass and cannot enter the city of West. We usually unload the samples to a temporary warehouse on the outskirts of the city, and then others bring the samples into the city."
"How long will the journey take?"
"More than twenty minutes."
Mo Fan was about to try another trick, but unexpectedly, Sharon's voice suddenly came from the headphones he was wearing.
"Mo Fan, can you hear me now? Just now when you were still in the factory, I received the news that due to Brother Qingli's mistake, the Xingkong production of Xingfu Pharmaceutical has been exposed to the Three Eyes Gang."
"Now, the convoy of the Three Eyes Gang is chasing you, you have to be careful."
Mo Fan frowned slightly, why did the Three Eyes Gang get involved? If they caused trouble, it would be difficult to shoot the video requested in the commission.
Seeing Mo Fan frowning, the co-pilot's heart skipped a beat and asked, "Do you have any other requests? Is it to change the radio station?"
"It's okay, I just encountered a little trouble."
Before they finished speaking, several off-road vehicles appeared in their sight.
Several cars have eye-catching vertical flame pupil marks on their bodies. Only one company in West City dares to use this mark.
Three Eyes Gang.
Mo Fan glanced at them and found that the Three Eyes Gang took them very seriously and even sent six vehicles to intercept them.
Accompanied by the roars and strange screams of the people in the cars, several cars approached quickly.
Seeing the Three-Eye Gang's convoy appearing, everyone in the car became nervous instantly.
Norman and others just had an ominous premonition in their hearts, but they still held on to luck and believed that the Three Eyes Gang would not make it too difficult for them.
On the other hand, the faces of the pilot and co-pilot, who knew a little bit about the inside story, were already pale with fright.
Looking at the six cars that were encircling him, the driver's body trembled unconsciously, while the co-pilot cursed: "Damn it, why did they discover it? Drive faster and get rid of them."
After giving instructions to the driver, the co-pilot turned to Mo Fan and others and said, "It's time to play your role. Shoot them before they get close!"
As the highest-ranking person in the field, Norman was the first to raise objections to the first officer's instructions.
"You are crazy to take the initiative to attack the Three Eyes Gang. Don't drag us with you if you want to die."
"If you don't shoot and let them get close, you will die." The co-pilot said as he moved from the passenger seat to the back seat.
As if to confirm what the co-pilot said, people in the two cars closest to them started shooting at them.
It was so accurate that only a few bullets hit the car.
"See, they won't let us go. This car can't stop their firepower. We have to fight back to have a chance of survival."
After the co-pilot finished speaking, he reached out to open the rear door, took out a rifle hanging on the side of the car, and shot back first.
In order to ensure the concealment of the operation, the transport vehicle did not take the road, but chose the dirt road in the wild.
The dirt road was bumpy and bumpy, the transport truck was shaking, and the convoy being chased by the Three Eyes Gang was also shaking, making it difficult for both sides' bullets to hit each other.
I saw the co-pilot put on a desperate posture, and after all the bullets were fired, no one of the other gunmen was injured. It can be called a merciful gun.
The shooting skills of the Three-Eyed Gang were no less impressive. Six vehicles were concentrated in the fire transport vehicle, and the bullets made the car body crackle, but only a few bullets hit the open rear door.
After a brief exchange of fire, the gunmen of the Three Eyes Gang were the first to discover that with their marksmanship and maintaining their current state, it was very likely that they would not be able to tell the winner before entering West City.
So they changed their strategy and kept two vehicles to continue shooting at the co-pilot. The remaining four vehicles were divided into two groups and accelerated from the left and right sides, preparing to force the transport truck to stop.
Seeing that these few rotten fish and shrimps were unable to deal with the Three Eyes Gang, Mo Fan also took out a gun, opened the side door, and shot at the Three Eyes Gang vehicle on his side.
The hand prosthesis, the "shooting stabilizer" obtained from Rolf before, was simply made for the current situation.
Even in violent turbulence, he could keep his gun steady, almost one shot at a time, and quickly killed several gunmen who were probing their heads.
The two vehicles on his side were severely damaged and did not dare to get closer. They had to slow down, distance themselves, and retreat behind the transport truck.
Before the co-pilot, Norman and others could admire Mo Fan's shooting skills, an accident suddenly happened.
A bullet happened to be shot into the car through the rear door, hitting the suitcase placed in the center of the car. The bullet ricocheted out, hit the roof of the car, and ricocheted a second time.
This bullet, using a path close to an N-shaped trajectory, accidentally hit the driver's head.
As soon as the driver died, the transport vehicle lost control instantly and hit a large rock not far away.
