There are only six enemies left on the scene, including two defensive Iron King Eight, one offensive one, and three speed ones responsible for interception.

Three speed cars, among which the escorts of No. 43 and No. 48 have been killed by Mo Fan, and most of their combat effectiveness has been lost.

Potter started the car and took advantage of the killers' panic to get close to them again.

Mo Fan used a machine gun to cooperate with the death wheel to destroy the speed type 36, which also had an escort.

Two minutes later, the last attacking No. 49 was depleted and was smashed through the windshield by Mo Fan, turning both the rider and the escort into a sieve.

+2 Destruction.

Mo Fan threw away the machine gun module that had run out of bullets, and swaggered out of the car in front of the remaining four teams of killers more than ten meters away, slowly climbed onto No. 49, and began to disassemble the machine gun on the roof of the car.

He didn't speak, but the meaning of the expression was obvious.

When I'm done dismantling the machine guns, I'll kill you all.

If Mo Fan was given a new machine gun, the killers would once again be under terrifying firepower, and it was only a matter of time before they were destroyed one by one.

In the suffocating atmosphere, the two Iron King Ba No. 38 and No. 42 couldn't help it.

The doors of the two cars opened at the same time, and while Mo Fan bent down to disassemble the machine gun module, the only two remaining escorts rushed out at the same time, raising their guns to aim.

This is their only chance to turn the tables around, and the win or defeat is here!

However, before the muzzle of their guns could be raised, there was an extra hole in their heads.

The two escorts looked at Mo Fan blankly, he was obviously still with his head down a second ago, disassembling the machine gun module with both hands, why did he have an extra gun in his hand now?

Good speed of drawing a gun, good accurate marksmanship.

The weapon fell from the hands of the two escorts, and they gave a thumbs up before falling to the ground, ending their lives.

Mo Fan saw that the fish had been hooked, so he didn't have time to disassemble the machine gun module, and hurriedly rushed towards the two Iron King Ba, who had not yet closed the door.

Under the infusion of spiritual power, the swollen leg muscles instantly burst through the trousers, and with a hard step on his feet, the roof of No. 49 collapsed instantly, and his body rushed out like an arrow.

At the cost of sacrificing a pair of trousers, he gained speed comparable to that of the strongest sprinter.

He runs with a large and stretched pace, revealing the beauty of the human flesh with every step, as if the statues of the gods in the museum have come to life and run in front of everyone's eyes.

The indescribable beauty of human flesh attracted the attention of everyone present, even the killer who was on the opposite side couldn't help but take a look.

It was this glance that was enough time for Mo Fan to approach the two Iron King Eight.

He lowered his center of gravity, switched from running to sliding, and slid between the two Iron Kings.

Driver No. 42 reacted a beat slowly, just climbed to the passenger seat, and before he could reach out to grab the door, he met Mo Fan, who came from the sliding shovel.

Mo Fan showed a bright smile, revealing his neat eight white teeth, and raised his hand to explode the head of driver No. 42 with a single shot.

Then he quickly turned around and smashed the hand that was halfway closed on the car door of No. 36.

He jumped up from the ground with a carp, slapped the dirt on his legs, and raised his hand to make up two shots, helping the No. 36 rider get rid of the pain of broken hands.

+2 Kills Again.

Only No. 43 and No. 48, who had lost their escorts, remained on the field.

They were frightened by Mo Fan, how dare they continue to assassinate, and immediately turned the head of the car, preparing to flee to the death labyrinth.

As long as they escape to the first repair point before the Death Labyrinth, they will be able to withdraw from the game and get rid of the monster.

Because of fear, the attention of the two was all on Mo Fan, and they even ignored the target of this assassination.

Just as he was making a U-turn, the overlooked Potter came straight and crashed into the side of No. 43.

The No. 43, which had just started, turned off again, and when the driver recovered from the vertigo of the impact, he was greeted by the muzzle of the gun raised by Mo Fan.

+1 Destruction.

Looking at No. 48, who fled without looking back, Mo Fan's eyes showed regret.

The number 48 is a modification of the speed-oriented type, with a speed of 8-9 points, and it will be difficult for their car to catch up if they are bent on escaping.

It's a pity, ran one.

At the end of the battle, the event commentary exploded from above like a shrill cry that had been stepped on by the tail.

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Unbelievable! ”

"And they really did!"

"Just 10 minutes into the race, our favourites War Eagles have already achieved an amazing result."

"In the face of ten despicable sneak attackers, Potter and his escorts, playing the qualities of a top team, easily escaped the siege of the sneak attackers, and destroyed nine of them!"

"Oh my God, does anyone remember the last time you wrecked nine cars in a single race? It was twenty-three years ago! ”

"I'm sure they've locked down tonight's Wreck King in advance!"

"They went crazy and set countless records, and tonight was destined to be their night."

Mo Fan checked around the battlefield and found that the configuration of the killers was very shabby, and none of the ten escorts had been implanted with prostheses.

Even if Potter's escort wasn't him, but other prosthetic escorts, half of the killers would have died on the mission.

It's no wonder that E-class mercenaries without prosthetics are called consumables by people in the circle.

However, it was not all for nothing, the durability of the armor of the outer layer of No. 42 Iron King VIII was still 70%, and Mo Fan dismantled it and installed it outside the "War Eagle".

The race is far from safe, and the next thing is a tough battle.

All they solved was a few miscellaneous fish, the real big fish, such as a few on An Xin's threat list, and they were still hiding behind to watch the excitement.

Just as Mo Fan was installing the defense module, the commentary in the air focused on him.

"The change in Potter's style looks like it's coming from his new escort."

"Let's take a look at the newcomer's profile."

"Potter's new escort is named Mo Fan, a native of Wildwind Town, a rookie mercenary, the first time he received a commission, the protobody prosthetic implant ......"

Looking at the information sent by the director, the more the commentary reads, the drier the voice becomes.

"I'm sorry, there seems to be something wrong with our data collection, Mr. Mo Fan seems to have hidden his information when he signed up."

Mo Fan waved his hand below to interrupt the commentary.

"That's right, I'm a rookie mercenary, and I'm a proto. If you have any commissions that need to be completed, please come to Wildwind to find me. ”

After finishing the advertisement, Mo Fan just installed the defense module and returned to the car.

The car starts again and heads at full speed towards the maze of death.

It didn't take long to deal with the killers, and the gap could be recovered.

Mo Fan snatched the bottle from Potter's hand, took a sip to moisten his throat, then lit a cigarette and asked, "How do you feel?" ”

Potter responded excitedly, "It's in great shape, it turns out that those bastards are so happy when they chase me." ”

"Then you can try this aggressive style of play more in the future, and it only takes one time to make the yin and yang man on top of your head become your most loyal fan. Two more times, the program team can hold you like a father. ”

Potter pouted, "If the escort wasn't you, I'd play in the style I just did, and I wouldn't have survived twice." ”

Mo Fan stuffed the bottle back into Potter's hand, "It looks like you haven't drunk too much." ”

At this moment, an explosion was heard not far away.

Immediately afterwards, the number 48 on the list of contestants darkened.

An announcement pops up on the control panel in the car.

Player No. 48 was destroyed, and the destroyer was Rolf of Team "Sonic Wave".

Mo Fan looked in the direction where the explosion came from and said to Potter, "It seems that our Kill King can't hold back. ”