Mo Fan asked, "What requirements?" ”

An Xin explained: "Although I have told customers about your skills, and for the sake of my reputation in the circle, customers have no clear doubts, but there is one thing you have to understand. ”

"No one cares about a prosthetic prostituto, even if he's the mercenary I recommend. So, customers need a trial period. ”

Mo Fan shrugged his shoulders and asked nonchalantly, "How does he want to try it?" ”

"For example, before completing the commission, prove your strength."

"Yes, when will it start."

"He'll come to the office to find you in a moment."

"When?"

Ding dong.

The office's doorbell rang just in time.

A blonde man in a white leather jacket and sunglasses is waving to the camera.

An Xin pressed the door button, turned around and said, "Now." ”

Mo Fan: "...... Miss An Xin, isn't this kind of thing usually said in advance? ”

"Because I'm up late." An Xin admitted without guilt.

The blonde man entered the office, and An Xin introduced to Mo Fan:

"This is Potter, one of the most famous drivers in West, who has been in the top three in 10 races in the Death Racing Championship and has recently won three in a row.

"Potter, he is the master I mentioned to you, proficient in all kinds of firearms, accurate marksmanship, once single-handedly swept away a gang of more than 100 members, and his strength is trustworthy."

The two nodded, as if they had greeted each other.

Mo Fan stiffened his face and asked straight to the point: "I already know your requirements, how are you going to let me prove my strength?" ”

Potter lifted up his sunglasses and explained, slightly awkwardly:

"Actually, I can still trust the credibility of the Bodhisattva."

Mo Fan: "Understood, you just don't trust me. ”

Potter was even more embarrassed: "You can't say that......"

Mo Fan patted Potter on the shoulder and said in a relaxed tone, "Hey, don't be nervous, I'm just joking with you, a little humor." As long as you make reasonable demands, I won't just turn around. ”

Potter's forehead began to sweat, and he looked at An Xin for help, only to find that An Xin had put on headphones and was concentrating on watching the TV series.

He could only turn his head, face Mo Fan again, and said carefully:

"In a place like Wildwind, I don't dare to wander around alone. So I want you to be my bodyguard for a day, just today, and I'll pay extra afterwards. ”

Mo Fan's serious expression dissipated instantly, and a friendly smile appeared on his face.

"It's a little thing, just say it earlier."

An Xin took off her headphones very coincidentally, "Have you two talked about it?" ”

Mo Fan put his arm around Potter's shoulder, "It's all agreed, the Potter brothers will hire me as a bodyguard for a day." ”

"Okay, then I'll draw up another bodyguard commission and give you some discounts, and the price will be half of the appearance fee of the "veteran" mercenary on the market. I've sent the contract to both of you, and I'll sign it if I think it's okay. ”

The mercenaries who receive the commission are divided into seven levels according to their strength, from the lowest F to the highest S.

The F-class is a rookie who has just learned to shoot, no different from ordinary gang members, and can only do trivial commissions, such as stalking, investigating affairs, and so on.

The E-class has begun to take on combat effectiveness and can receive some dangerous combat commissions, but due to the high mortality rate, it is also called "consumables" in the industry.

At the D-level, mercenaries have usually been implanted with prosthetics and have gone through many commissions, becoming "veterans" and can take charge on their own.

The appearance fee of D-class mercenaries starts at 10,000 per order, even if it is discounted by 5,000, it costs 5,000 to hire a bodyguard for a day, which is the consumption level that rich people in satellite cities deserve.

Looking at the bill, Potter felt a pain in his flesh.

Mo Fan glanced at the contract, signed his name, and then looked straight at Potter.

Potter felt the pressure in his sight, so he could only sign hard, comforting himself in his heart that it was all about winning the championship, and as long as he won the stage championship, everything was worth it.

After receiving the contract signed by the two, An Xin said:

"I'm only in charge of matchmaking, and the two of you will do it yourself. I have something to do in the afternoon, and I hope you guys have fun outside. ”

Coming out of the office, Mo Fan got into Potter's car.

Mo Fan asked, "What are your plans for today?" ”

"Let's go to the repair shop in the commercial area and check the condition of the car." Porter said.

As he was driving, Potter gave Mo Fan a brief introduction to the race car.

The cars used in restricted races, such as Death Speed, are different from the cars that people usually come into contact with, and in order to increase competitiveness, the race cars are uniformly customized modular racing cars.

Car customization companies package each function into modules with a unified interface, like Lego bricks, as long as the modules are put together, the car can be started.

The modular processing of the car allows the players to quickly adjust the vehicle situation on the spot according to the competition situation.

For example, if you are lagging behind, you can uninstall the weapon module and install more acceleration modules in exchange for the opportunity to overtake.

The second is that it allows the players to fight and seize each other's modules, so that they can freely adjust the car during the race without entering the pit stop.

The modular race cars for the race are officially distributed, but the modification modules and adjustment modules are assigned by the competitors themselves.

In order to prepare for this competition, the modification team, which often cooperates with Potter, also followed to Wildwind Town, temporarily borrowing the studio of a friend in the town.

In the days leading up to the race, Porter had to keep an eye on the car's performance and stability to ensure that there were no problems on the day of the race.

The commercial district is the most prosperous place in Wildwind Town.

Shops, restaurants, nightclubs, and red-light districts are mostly clustered here.

At the same time, it is also destined to be one of the most chaotic places in Wild Wind Town.

In order to be able to open at night and ensure that some groups do not buy for zero dollars, most of the small and medium-sized shops are surrounded by metal fences, and large shops are also equipped with bunkers and firing ports.

In addition to the fortifications, professionals who watch the field are indispensable.

Gang members with guys can often be seen on broken curbs, rusty metal barricades, and alleys between houses.

They stared at passers-by with fierce eyes, conveying information with their eyes.

"Don't mess around on my turf".

The studio where Porter is going is located on Machine Street at the back end of the business district.

When you enter the Machinery Street, you can clearly feel that it is different from the outside world.

The shops on the street are all related to technology, and in order to attract customers, each store has a variety of new gadgets in front of it to show off its characteristics and technology.

Walking on Machinery Street, Mo Fan could feel that Azure Star was a high-tech plane, not a simple slum with poor materials.

Porter parked his car in Z-36, in front of a car modification studio called Lightning.

As soon as he entered, three men in overalls walked up and hugged Potter one by one.

"How's the car going?" Potter asks the most important questions.

A bearded modder said excitedly:

"Perfect! I just got the system processing software on the satellite city, although it is pirated, it is much easier to use than the previous system, the utilization rate of each module has increased by 8%, and it is now like a beast. ”

Potter asked, "How were the past two days, no trouble, right?" ”

"Trouble ......"

The bearded man smiled bitterly, and before he could speak, there was a noisy movement outside.

A group of people burst in, shouting for the leader:

"Call your boss out and collect protection money!"