The "Type 2 Mechanical Claw", on the basis of the original mechanical claw, has increased the remote grasping effect, with an effective range of 5 meters and a maximum grasping weight of 100 kg.

The above values are the official calibration values.

The second-type mechanical claw that has been refined by the Great Refinement Body Method, the remote grasping function is no longer the mechanical claw in the claw grasping machine, but an arm that can be extended.

Relying on the extra enhanced control, Mo Fan extended the gripping range of the mechanical claw, adjusting the range to fifteen meters, which can still ensure accuracy.

While the range is increased, with the shooting technique of the ballistic regulator, it can even complete the turning hook and ejection hook.

With a mental calculation or no intention, Rolf was suddenly hit and was pulled in front of Mo Fan by the mechanical claw.

The mechanical claw vibrates at high speed, severing Rolf's right arm implanted with two prosthetics.

Mo Fan shoved the revolver into Rolf's mouth, and showed the mechanical arm he was wearing with his other hand.

"You're right, no matter how strong the technique is, it will be pale in front of the prosthetic, so I will also use the prosthetic."

Rolf, whose mouth was gagged, his expression was full of fear and incomprehension, and he wanted to say something, but his mouth was blocked by the muzzle of the gun, and he could only make a whining sound.

In an instant, the battle was over.

Because Mo Fan's speed was too fast, today's commentary was always a beat slower.

"What did I see, industrial prosthetics! Our amazing rookie escort has actually used industrial prosthetics in battle! ”

"I can't imagine how many times I have to practice to be so proficient with a bulky, low-precision industrial prosthesis like him."

"Killing our predecessor Destruction King with an industrial prosthetic, this crushing of absolute power is simply insane!"

"He's an absolute genius! I'm sure all the girls who watch this episode today will go crazy looking for his contact information. Not to mention the girls, even I'm almost fascinated. ”

Mo Fan didn't talk to the much-hyped commentary above, and learned the lesson of the last time he almost failed to extract a confession, he asked Potter to throw him a painkiller to relieve Rolf's pain before starting to interrogate.

"Give you one last chance, I'll ask you to answer, yes just blink once, not just twice."

Mo Fan approached Rolf and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Woohoo."

"You three and the tournament team have a part in the Potter killing, yes or no."

Rolf blinked.

"The initiator of the action is not you, but someone who has been invited, and you cannot refuse, but you are not repulsed in your heart."

Rolf blinked.

"What role does the event team play in it, the acquiescing bystanders blink once, the initiator of the event blinks twice, and the other identities widen their eyes."

Rolf blinked,

"The person in charge of intercepting Potter only arranged the three killers and the guys just now?"

Rolf blinked twice in a row.

"The "quicksand" at the end of the standings, is it also your people?"

Rolf blinked twice with a blank look in his eyes, and shook his head.

"Okay, pretty much understood, just one last question. As long as you don't lie to me, or answer well, I'll let you go and give you only five seconds to answer. ”

Mo Fan suddenly pulled the gun out of Rolf's mouth and raised his voice, so loud that the commentary above could be heard.

"Is there a script for this competition, and you have actually decided that someone will win the championship?"

Rolf's face changed instantly, his eyes widened, his pupils fluttered, and he was panicked as to why Mo Fan could ask this question.

His eyes kept shifting over Mo Fan and the helicopter above him, as if weighing how to answer.

“5、4、3……”

“1！”

Bang!

Mo Fan pulled the trigger and opened the door for the stubborn Rolf.

"I admire a tough guy like you the most."

He wiped the muzzle of the gun off Rolf's clothes, then let go of his hand and let Rolf's body fall to the ground.

In the last countdown, he jumped straight from 3 to 1.

It's not that Rolf didn't take the opportunity in front of him, it's that he didn't give Rolf a chance to answer, and if Rolf had been ready to answer in the first place, he would have counted straight from 5 to 1.

He counted down faster than Rolf blinked.

The last question doesn't need to be answered by Rolf.

In principle, each team in the Death Ride is fighting on its own, and there are no team points.

And Rolf wants to kill Potter before the maze of death, because Potter's actions are beyond expectations, and he is afraid that Potter will be prepared and get good results.

In order to eliminate this unstable factor, Rolf, who finished fourth in the standings, was willing to give up the chance to finish well in the final and spent a lot of time waiting for Potter.

Afraid of Potter getting good grades, afraid of how good?

The top three, the second, or the champion.

Why is he afraid?

Obviously, there is a price for the tournament team to acquiesce to Rolf and others to kill Potter, and the price is to cooperate with the script of the tournament team and secure the championship that has been set for a long time.

Of course, it is also possible that this script was written by the forces behind Rolf.

Therefore, his last question was to deliberately raise the volume so that the event team could also hear it.

Rolf also answered him with a reaction, and there must be the name of the event team in the screenwriter of the script.

It is enough to know the answer, and it is not beautiful to let Rolf say it.

The game is still going on, Mo Fan just wants to use Rolf to knock the event group, so that they don't go too far, and they are not ready to tear their faces directly.

The other point is that, from the beginning, he was not prepared to let Rolf leave alive.

He's an iron-blooded warrior of pure love, and all minotaurs must die!

After finishing Rolf, I looked up to see that the Sonic riders had already run away, and the cars were almost in the first pit.

Spit!

Something that doesn't speak of righteousness.

Mo Fan has lived two lives, and he hates these ruthless and unrighteous goods the most, and they are too TM to kill.

Back at the car, Potter started again and headed for the first pits.

Potter asked, "What did you all say in the end?" ”

"A few things confirmed."

"It's about the game."

"Hmm."

Potter: "......"

After a while, seeing that Mo Fan did not explain, Potter said:

"Aren't you supposed to tell me what it is, in general?"

"Logically speaking, I should have told. But it's useless to know about it, and it's easy to get distracted, so it's better to wait until the game is over to tell you. I'll take care of the troubles, you just need to drive the car. ”

Potter rolled his eyes, "Okay, you have the final say. ”

After that, the road was unhindered and they made it all the way to the first pit.

Parking the car next to the maintenance vehicle, the bearded man and others rushed up to carry out quick repairs according to the pre-made plan, as well as simple replacement of the module.

Taking advantage of the time to repair the car, Mo Fan entered the carriage, and as soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong smell of wine.

Seeing him come in, An Xin grabbed the wine bottle and rushed up to give him a hug.

"Today's game was so cool! You've behaved even better than I thought you would, and if you weren't one of mine, I would definitely advise you to change careers and become a professional escort. ”

Mo Fan blinked his eyes and said, "Miss An Xin, what you just said, repeat it again." ”

"I said I would advise you to change careers and become a professional escort."

"Not this one, but the previous one."

"If you're not my person."

Mo Fan lowered his head, as if he was suddenly confessed to the girl, and responded shyly: "It's so direct, I'm embarrassed to be so direct." ”

However, An Xin had no intention of answering or complaining at all, and her attention was all on the game.

She took a sip of wine from the bottle, waved her fist and said, "According to my previous plan, make the Death Labyrinth lively." ”

"If you have the chance, you must kill the 12th!"

When it came to the task, Mo Fan also became serious.

"This No. 12, is it a new threat?"

"No, that dog thing is too cowardly to drive, and the style is the same as the previous Potter, I have long seen that he is not happy."

Potter just entered the door at this moment, and before he could say hello, he heard An Xin's evaluation of his previous driving style.

He touched his nose awkwardly and said with a wry smile, "Miss Bodhisattva, is my original style so hated?" ”