Mo Fan used the industrial zone to shake off the first wave of attackers.

But for the attackers, they are also using the first wave of manpower to delay the time for the subsequent arrangement.

The battlefield returned to the town road again, and Mo Fan soon found that this time it was not so easy to get rid of them.

The road leading to the living quarters is a mountain road, and because of frequent car accidents, a metal fence was built just two years ago.

Once you're on the road, you can't leave it easily.

Coupled with the lessons of the past, the attackers were scattered.

Men are placed at various intersections in advance, and when he passes, he will block in front or follow behind.

Four high-horsepower, sturdy off-road vehicles were twenty meters in front of him.

The four cars dispersed, faintly blocking Mo Fan's path.

Whenever Mo Fan wanted to accelerate, they would shrink the distance of the car and turn into a moving roadblock to prevent him from overtaking and leaving.

The cars on both sides and behind him will also take the opportunity to cling close, compressing his movement space.

They were like bodyguards on guard, just surrounding him, watching his every move and relaying his location to the rest of his companions in real time.

The attackers were like a giant fishing net.

Tightening as he moved, before he could completely leave the industrial area, he was already faintly surrounded by eight modified vehicles and a dozen motorcycles.

As far as the eye could see, more and more headlights converged towards him.

It's like a school of piranhas attracted by the smell of blood.

Piranhas, who can hunt with fishing nets, sound like Innsmouth.

During the chase, the melody of "Fever Night" popped up in Mo Fan's mind.

He had always felt that something was missing in tonight's battle.

Now that I think about it, it should be a lack of BGM.

He turned on the radio station and switched to the rock channel.

Intense drumming and wild voices came out of it, and the missing hint of flavor was instantly right.

In his previous life, when he was a professional killer, a colleague loved to listen to symphonies while on missions.

He didn't understand it at the time, thinking that the concert would interfere with the hearing and increase the risk.

Later on, he proved his point, and during the purge of the Order's die-hard killers, he succeeded in distracting his colleague by replacing his symphony with a gang rap, and easily took him down.

But now, after he came to the new world, he had become somewhat understanding of that colleague.

In what they do, enough excitement and ritual is sometimes more important than safety.

The rock music sounded, and it was not only Mo Fan who felt that the taste was right, but also the surrounding attackers.

Not because they also need BGM, but because a light sign appeared on the side of the road.

"Three kilometers ahead, living quarters".

This 3,000-meter section of the road is the place they chose to get started.

The moment he passed through the sign, the glass of the surrounding cars lowered, and the muzzle of the gun stretched out from the window, and the concentrated fire was fired at Mo Fan.

Fortunately, his car was the same car that Bloody Bones once used to ride, and in order to prevent the assassination of other gang gunmen, the whole vehicle, including the tires, was bulletproof.

The dense bullets only make the body potholes and do not affect the driving.

But no matter how bulletproof the car is, it can't withstand the continuous firing.

Naturally, he would not sit idly by and immediately fought back.

He turned the directional sign and crashed into the assailant's car on the right.

Relying on the performance advantage of the car, he knocked the opponent's body crooked, and when they adjusted their driving and the bullet density decreased, Mo Fan took the initiative to lower the bulletproof window.

He held his right hand on the steering wheel, and at some point he had an extra pistol.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the vehicle of the attacker on the right, and the trigger was pulled.

With his dynamic vision and increased rate of fire from his quick shots, his guns are faster than those of his attackers.

The bullet first killed the driver who fired at him in the back seat of the right car, and then the bullet entered the window under the effect of a ballistic regulator.

A >-shaped trajectory was ejected from the inside of the right car, and the driver was headshot from the side.

The driver was killed, and the right-hand car traveling at high speed lost control in an instant.

The car first crashed into metal railings on both sides of the road, then spun around and collided with the car behind it.

Seeing Mo Fan's precise archery, the attackers of the other cars instantly confessed, retracted their bodies into the car, and raised the glass of the car again.

Mo Fan fired several shots at the rear windshield of the car in front of him, and found that the attackers' cars were also bulletproof, and the bullets left only small cracks on them, which could not be broken in a short time.

If the four cars in front of him were not removed, he could not really get out and was trapped in the formation of the attackers.

He looked at the four moving turtle shells in front of him, and his heart was furious.

When it is safe, you must prepare some ruthless goods.

Firepower is justice, the guy in his hand is not ruthless, and his speech is unstable.

He was thinking about how to deal with the first four turtle shells, and the attackers were also thinking about how to crack his turtle shells.

I saw that a motorcycle behind suddenly accelerated, and the rider came to Mo Fan's side along the gap cleared on the right.

The rider plucked a grenade from his waist, pressed the start button, and threw it into his open window.

With dynamic vision, Mo Fan saw that the grenade had the logo of the fourth sector on it, as well as the red flame logo.

Judging from the appearance, it is a fire grenade of the fourth zone standard.

This kind of good goods is difficult for the gangs in Wildwind Town to get, and it must be done by people in the city.

Isn't this the one who sent the firepower here?

Mo Fan used the Great Refinement Body Method, and under the stimulation of spiritual power, his physical ability was greatly improved.

He let go of the steering wheel and instantly rushed to the right from the left driver's seat.

The whole person came out of the hole like a snake, leaned out of the window with his upper body, pinched the rider's wrist with one hand, and grabbed the rider's neck with the other.

With a force from the waist and abdomen, the rider is pulled directly off the motorcycle and pulled to the side of the window.

He first crushed the rider's wrist, removed the activated grenade, and shoved the grenade into the rider's mouth with brute force, stopping the screams in the rider's mouth.

With a backhand, remove two inactive grenades from the rider's waist.

Then the spiritual power infused his arm, and with a flick of his might, he threw the rider to the vehicle in front of him.

The rider was seen spinning in the air for three and a half weeks, steadily slamming into the windshield of the vehicle in front of him.

With a dazzling light, the rider and the right front bike turned into a flaming fireball.

Mo Fan sat back in the driver's seat, took advantage of the fact that the other three cars in front of him did not react, and drilled out of the gap cleared on the right side.

With the high horsepower of the muscle sports car, the second wave of attackers was quickly thrown away.

Instead of rushing to leave, he deliberately slowed down and made a few double flashes in front of the attacker's convoy.

The meaning is simple.

If you want to kill him, you don't have enough manpower just because of this.

The three-kilometer road blinked by, and he quickly entered the living quarters.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw no less than twenty cars rushing towards him, each full of gunmen.

Mo Fan frowned and raised the right window.

In a matter of seconds, his body was covered in all directions by a dense barrage of bullets.

This level of firepower was so suppressed that he couldn't fight back at all.

Enough, enough, too many people.

The attackers dispatched at least 200 men tonight to kill him.

Hundreds of thugs openly committed murder in the streets, is there still a royal law, is there still a law?

Police, help!

He steered the car to change direction to avoid bullets, and at the same time dialed the police station in Wildwind.

"Yefeng Town Police Station, there was a large shootout on Fengneng East Road in the living area...... Hey, hey, listening! ”

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As soon as he talked about Fengneng East Road, before he mentioned the shootout, the operator of the police station hung up the phone directly.

Let him finish his sentence.

Mo Fan glanced at the explosive grenade he had just snatched, and narrowed his eyes,

Since everyone wants to play, let's make it big enough and don't even think about it.

He turned up the volume of the stereo to the maximum and rushed to the police station amid the intense electric guitar accompaniment and the screams of the lead singer.

Okay, if you don't come, I'll go find you.