As Mo Fan and Potter disconnected from the convoy in front of them, the cars that followed them were no longer loaded and switched to battle mode.

Ten well-trained cars, four of which are speed-based, are responsible for interception, and they are assigned at least 9 speeds, which is enough to show the importance of Potter's skills.

The four cars accelerated forward and came to about a hundred meters in front of Potter and Mo Fan.

Two left and two right, evenly distributed.

One of the cars threw out the cable, the other caught it, fixed the cable behind the body, and began to drive to both sides, so that the cable was stretched straight.

Two high-intensity blocking nets appear out of thin air in the road, preventing Potter from speeding up his escape.

The last four cars focus on attack, and all have attack modules on the body.

Two of the vehicles raised their machine guns in front of them and fired at the "Warhawk" where Morfan and Potter were.

The other two vehicles had machine guns fixed to their roofs from the start, and escorts in body armor drilled out of the sunroof and controlled the machine guns to fire accurately.

There were barricades in front, gunfire in the back, and there was no stability on either side.

Two specially modified cars blocked both sides, wielding Morfan and Potter in the middle.

The two vehicles have thickened bodies and are covered with heavy metal defense modules, which are more sturdy than the Warhawks, which are assigned four points of defense, like two moving steel fortresses.

I saw that on the thick metal modules of the two cars, steel nails with a diameter of ten centimeters and a length of thirty centimeters popped out, and they instantly transformed from Iron King Eight to iron hedgehogs.

One left and one right are distributed on both sides, like an open iron virgin.

In less than a minute, a killing game has been formed.

The killers on both sides didn't act right away, they were waiting, waiting for the eyes of the event team.

This is not only an assassination, but also an execution!

In the "War Eagle", even if he was mentally prepared, Potter was still in a hurry.

He looked at the control panel, and his voice was impatient: "Their firepower is fierce, and the first layer of defense modules is only 70% durable. ”

"Don't worry." Mo Fan wiped the "Death Wheel", calmly as if he was out of the matter.

"Big brother, 63 percent, no, it's 59 percent."

Mo Fan sighed, took out a can of beer stolen from An Xin's bag from his pocket, and stood on the dashboard.

"Young people just can't hold their breath, why don't you drink some."

One dares to take, the other dares to drink.

Potter grabbed his beer and poured it back into his mouth.

"It's really much better, big brother, is there anything else?"

Mo Fan pulled out a bottle of vodka from the inside pocket of his jacket and stuffed it into Potter's hand.

Potter opened it and took a sip, his face visibly flushed, and his hands stopped shaking.

"It's still enough. Big brother, why do you carry this with you? ”

Mo Fan lit a cigarette and said in a vicissitudes of life:

"A senior told me that rookies will be nervous when they play for the first time, and if they drink too much, they won't be cranky, but they will be easy to get into the state."

Potter: "That makes sense, he's your mercenary senior, big brother?" ”

"No, he's the interview manager who recruited me to be a striptease cowherd."

Burst!

When Mo Fan and Potter adjusted their state, the tournament team relied on their rich broadcast experience and quickly discovered the situation.

The helicopter carrying the commentary appeared over everyone, and the commentator held the microphone and shouted passionately:

"Wow, let's see, what's going on!"

"Our rookie contestants seem to be dissatisfied with the veteran contestants' corpse vegetarian meals, and as soon as the game starts, they are ready to bring a bit of gunpowder to this show."

"I've always been supportive of impulsive young people, and without passion, Death Ride wouldn't have gotten where it is today. What they have done is what every successful driver has done, and only by fighting hard can they become the stars of tomorrow! ”

"Every brave person can receive the gift that the world has given them!"

The passionate commentary, like the signal for the start of the execution, the two cars began to squeeze in the middle, and the strafing of the vehicles behind became more violent.

At the same time, Mo Fan snuffed out his cigarette and said lightly, "Let's start." ”

"Come on!"

Potter pressed a button on the instrument cluster, and the heavy metal defense module at the back of the car broke away from the body, tumbling and smashing backwards.

Car No. 39, who was attacking directly behind, did not expect Potter to detach the defense module so decisively.

The heavy metal shield tumbled and smashed against the rear windshield, directly through the glass, and poked into the No. 39 driver's body.

The driver died, the car lost control in an instant, and No. 39 slammed into the side of the road crookedly.

+1 Destruction.

In Death Racing, the car is not bulletproof, and all defense comes from the defense module.

A special kinetic weapon energy barrier has been added to the Defense Module, which can withstand most bullets as long as the durability is still there.

For the driver, the defense module is even more important than the engine, after all, without the engine, the defense module can hold you up and press the retirement button.

But without the defense module, it only takes a few seconds for the people in the car to be beaten into a sieve.

Many riders, even if the durability of the defense module is zeroed, will not easily give up, after all, even if there is no kinetic energy barrier, the heavy defense module itself can act as a physical barrier.

So the rear car didn't expect that Porter would take the initiative to abandon the defense module when there was at least 40% durability left.

The last thought of the driver who was stoned to death was: Did he think my teammates on either side of me would not shoot?

But the killers soon discover that there are even more possibilities they hadn't thought possible.

The defense module of Porter's racing car is actually equipped with two layers!

He's not Potter, who is he!

All Death Speed viewers, love or hate Potter, know his style.

Avoid the fight and only use the speed to run away like a coward.

The modular interface of the car is limited, and adding a defense module means sacrificing speed.

If you are slower, you will be more likely to get entangled and caught in a fight.

That "chicken" Potter would actually give up speed and choose to fight on his favorite racing track?

However, the audience's amazement has only just begun.

The second layer of defense module on the "Warhawk" is stronger than the first, and the heavy protective plate sticks out sharp spikes like killers on both sides.

Then, under everyone's gaze, Potter slammed on the brakes and voluntarily crashed into the No. 47 who came from behind.

The killer of the output position, thinking that the plan was foolproof, did not expect to be fiercely counterattacked

The focus of their cars is on attack and speed, and only the most basic defense modules are used.

The sharp spikes pierced into the No. 47 hull without much effort, depowering the killer's car.

The other eight groups of killers didn't expect Potter to act like this, and by the time they remembered to slow down, they had already left far away.

When they stopped the car and turned the front of the car, they found that the battle in the rear was over.

The violent collision between Warhawk and No. 47 caused Porter and the two killers in No. 47 to be dizzy for a short time.

However, there was one person on the field, as if he was completely unaffected by the crash.

The close-up shot of the program team is aimed at the two cars connected together.

After the collision, the two cars were connected and were still sliding forward with inertia, and the door on the passenger side of the "Warhawk" opened.

Mo Fan grabbed the roof of the car with his hand wearing a mechanical arm, and with a hard push, the whole person rushed towards No. 47.

When he was flying in the air, he kicked out with one leg and stuck out of the jaw of escort No. 47 in the middle of the skylight.

In the screeching of tires rubbing against the ground at high speed, no other sound should be heard.

But the commentary on the helicopter, including all the viewers in front of the TV, seemed to hear a crisp sound of bones breaking.

It was the sound of a broken cervical vertebrae.

Mo Fanfei's kick was so strong that the back of the head of escort No. 47 hit his back, forming an angle that hurt a lot when he saw it.

While Mo Fan flew over the roof of No. 47, he grabbed the edge of the sunroof with his backhand, and with a rollover that defied physics, he stopped flying backwards and stood firmly on the roof of No. 47.

He then pulled out his revolver and said "It's noon" to the rider who hadn't woken up from his vertigo.

Six-gun heads.

The marksmanship is not only accurate, but also thorough, so that the people behind can't find where the head is if they want to mend the knife.

+1 Destruction.

Between the rise and fall of the rabbit, the two carts had not yet stopped, and the battle was over.

Bang!

Mo Fan, who had changed his bullets, fired a shot into the sky, put his hands to his mouth in the shape of a trumpet, and shouted at the heavenly commentary.

"Don't be stunned, say the words!"