The Old Tire Motel is built on the side of the road leading to West City. You can enter West City by driving ten kilometers along the road.
Like most motels, it has a run-down appearance, basic facilities and rooms full of odor.
However, most people who come to stay in motels don't care about this. They just need a place where they can sleep peacefully.
Compared with the motel where Mo Fan had stayed, the Old Tire Motel was much busier.
After all, there is only one road into West City from the surrounding area. Yefeng Town and the next door Granary Town must pass through this road when entering West City.
Mo Fan drove the transport truck, carrying the co-pilot, and parked in the open-air parking lot in front of the motel.
On the way, Mo Fan asked the co-pilot’s name and learned that his name was Bob.
A very common name, one-third of the dogs that appear in federal movies are named Bob.
Before getting out of the car, Mo Fan untied Bob's tie.
Bob, who regained his freedom, did not run away or retaliate after getting out of the car, but chose to follow Mo Fan.
Because he followed Mo Fan the whole time, he knew that the people from the Three-Eyed Gang would be arriving soon.
And behind them were not six cars, but sixteen cars!
This lunatic kept playing tricks on the Three Eyes Gang, forcing them to recruit people.
In five minutes at most, sixteen cars full of gunmen would be at the Old Tire Motel.
Sixteen vehicles, representing more than fifty Three Eyes Gang gunmen.
This number, not even his teammates in the motel, can give him a sense of security.
Ironically, after seeing Mo Fan's driving skills and marksmanship, he believed that following this madman was the safest option at the moment.
So after he was freed, he didn't resist or run away, and he consciously picked up three suitcases by himself, looking like a die-hard little brother.
After Mo Fan got out of the car, he glanced around and looked at the dozens of cars parked densely around him. He asked in surprise: "With so many people, can one motel accommodate them?"
Bob whispered: "They are not here to stay, they are here to purchase goods."
"Restocking?"
Bob explained simply.
At first, there was really only one motel here, but because there were so many people coming and going, a bar and a car repair shop were opened next to the hotel.
The staff of the three stores, plus the guests of the hotel, formed a simple stronghold here.
When there are more people, there will naturally be business.
The city of West is not convenient for business, and people usually conduct transactions here.
Over time, mobile stalls began to appear on the edge of the motel’s open-air parking lot.
The cost is so low that it is negligible. You only need to find an open space, park the car, open the trunk, and you can conduct most businesses.
Including car vibration.
It's now the middle of the month, and it's just the time when West City is short of "goods".
Many small "drug heads" come here to receive bulk goods from nearby Meteor Town at low prices and resell them to West City.
Mo Fan asked in confusion: "Where can we get the supply from the surrounding Meteor Town and supply it to West City?"
Bob said: "That's too much. The wasteland, Honghe City next door, and even a small workshop run by two or three people in the town can all produce contraband."
"In this era of rampant chemicals, as long as you understand the reaction equation, receive simple training, and can obtain raw materials, you can do illegal drug business anywhere."
Mo Fan glanced at Bob and asked, "You seem to understand?"
"That's what I do."
"You also resell contraband?"
"No, in the city, I specially catch them."
Mo Fan curled his lips, "Then why don't you come here to arrest people?"
"We are all serious company employees. Our work depends on the contract. We are only responsible for the city. Even if we go outside the city of West, even if it is just one step, it is not under our control."
The two walked into the bar and saw that it was almost full of people. On each table, there were several small transparent sealed bags or bottles of respirators.
There is usually one person taking out the samples, and there are often two or three buyers sitting opposite, bidding against each other.
Mo Fan felt a sense of magic, "Is West City so out of stock that they even rush to buy defective products made by small workshops?"
"You don't understand this."
Bob said: "In recent years, drug addicts in the city have become accustomed to products with no impurities and high purity. They have begun to pursue products that are crudely made by small workshops and are obsessed with the impurities and toxins remaining in them."
"Each of them is like a wine tasting expert. They can tell the front, middle and back notes, taste various flavors, and show their craftsmanship. Don't look down on small workshops. Their products are 30% more expensive than those from the factory assembly line. "
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Mo Fan shook his head. His understanding of the Blue Star was indeed far from enough.
Walking to the private room inside the bar, he saw Bob's companion.
There were six people in the private room. They had received Bob's message for help and knew that the Three Eyes Gang was about to arrive, so everyone was fully armed.
They are well-equipped and look different from gang members at first glance.
In particular, their firearms and combat uniforms have a small golden shield printed on them.
This golden shield allowed Mo Fan to know who Bob and the others were.
Throughout the federation, except for powerful counter-terrorism departments such as the automatic response team, the military, police and other institutions have all been privatized.
For example, the army in the Fourth District is contracted by Xituo Company. It only nominally obeys the orders of the federal high-level officials and enjoys the rights granted by the federation.
In fact, all soldiers in the Fourth District can be counted as employees of Xituo Company.
Likewise, each city's police and law enforcement personnel are contracted by that regional company.
The police in West City come from two security companies.
One of them is West Security, which belongs to the West family, so needless to say.
The other one is Golden Shield Security. The founder of its company is none other than the current mayor, Marcel.
The employees of Golden Shield Security can be equated to the force department of the city hall.
The fact that they came to receive the Xingkong produced by Xingfu Pharmaceutical can completely indicate that there is City Hall, or Marcel, behind the incident.
Several employees of Golden Shield Security were not surprised by Mo Fan's arrival.
On the way, Mo Fan and Bob had already made up their minds, insisting that the others died in the pursuit of the Three Eyes Gang, and only Mo Fan and Bob, who were good at driving, escaped.
The method to verify the confessions of the two people is also very simple, that is, unpacking and inspecting the goods.
Several people asked Mo Fan to leave the private room, opened the suitcase, and confirmed that the suitcase had not been opened and that the starry sky inside was not missing at all, which immediately proved the innocence of Mo Fan and Bob.
Mo Fan returned to the private room and recovered the hidden camera he left in the room while others were not paying attention.
The data inside has been transmitted to Sharon in real time.
Soon, a message from Sharon came through the headset.
The photo was very clear and I was very satisfied with it.
Commission completed.
At this moment, accompanied by a loud screech of brakes, the open-air parking lot outside fell into chaos.
The Three Eyes Gang is here.
Mo Fan looked at the leader of the Golden Shield security in the room. As the person in charge of receiving the starry sky mission, he was an elite member of the Golden Shield and had a prosthetic body transplanted into his body.
The concentration of spiritual energy on his body has been transplanted with at least two prosthetic bodies, and the quality will not be inferior to Rolf's.
Outside the hotel, among the members of the Three-Eyed Gang who came in large numbers, there were also two spiritual reactions.
Feeling the number of prosthetics around him, Mo Fan smiled happily, like an old farmer seeing a good harvest.
After completing Brother Easy's commission, it was his turn to harvest spiritual energy for himself.
