Although Mitsui Toshiaki's Huaxia is not as fluent as a pure Huaxia person, he is also proficient, and he can hear Yan Murong's scolding clearly.

Although Mitsui Yingjun is a bastard to die, you can't scold people, even if the relationship breaks down, at least the brothers still have the blood of the same ancestor in their bodies, and if you scold him, isn't it equivalent to scolding me?

I wanted to scold back, but when the words came to my mouth, I was choked back by a burst of gunshots.

The cars behind did not catch up, but kept a certain distance and followed behind, and at the same time, several black holes appeared in the window. Soon, the bullet came out of its chamber, and the bullet hit the body of the car with a crackling sound of popping beans, and in an instant, the Nissan, which was still new, was beaten into a sieve. The rear of the car was riddled with holes, the rear windshield was shattered, and even the front windshield was pierced by several bullets, leaving several holes the size of broad beans -- and worse, there was a man standing in the sunroof of one of the cars, carrying a rocket on his shoulder.

Toshiaki Mitsui had never seen such a battle at all.

Give him tens of billions of dollars to fight a financial war, give him a gun and make him kill -- let alone kill someone, let alone kill a chicken, he won't be able to do it. What's more, now he doesn't have a gun in his hand at all, and he is still the one who is being hunted down.

"Quick, hurry up, we'll die."

Cowering under his seat, Toshiaki Mitsui exclaimed in surprise.

"If you don't want to die, call the police." Yan Murong shouted loudly.

"Yes, yes, I'll call right away."

Being called by Yan Murong like this, Mitsui Toshiming also calmed down a little, but when he touched his whole body up and down, he was completely desperate again.

His mobile phone, when Yan Murong threw him out of the window, actually magically fell out of his pocket.

"Stupid, use mine." Yan Murong quickly took out his mobile phone and threw it over, gritted his teeth, and continued to speed up the car that was almost running apart, and at the same time, the steering wheel also turned quickly left and right, making the car draw an S shape like being drunk.

"Bang bang bang-"

A barrage of bullets kept hitting the rear of the car, sparks flying everywhere.

Yan Murong cursed secretly in his heart, if it continues like this, I'm afraid that this car won't last long and will be broken.

"Looks like we're going to have to get a gun in the future." Yan Murong thought to herself.

If you really want to talk about it, the era of hot weapons in China can be traced back to the Song Dynasty, at that time, the army was already equipped with cannons, but in a strict sense, the cannons at that time were still too rough, and the range was not as powerful as the distance of the catapult, but since the Yuan Dynasty, the cannons have begun to be officially equipped.

People used hot weapons six or seven hundred years ago, and Yan Murong still uses cold weapons, which shows that this product is too out of touch with the times. Otherwise, if you give him a gun, you won't be chased behind your ass and beaten so badly.

"Poof—"

At this moment, a soft sound came, and then, Yan Murong felt that the body was obviously shorter, and the car at high speed was also shaking violently, if it weren't for his skills, this blow would be enough to make the car overturn. The punctured tires had fallen, leaving only one wheel to run on the ground, and in an instant, strings of sparks burst out, which was particularly dazzling.

"Did the call go through?" Yan Murong asked urgently.

"Can't get through, no signal." Toshiaki Mitsui shouted.

"Damn, your island nation has a bad communication." Yan Murong complained angrily, looked out the car window, and found that he was being chased in the direction of the suburbs again.

"The car is gone, let's get ready to jump out of the car." Yan Murong looked at the situation on both sides of the road and shouted to Mitsui Junming.

"Jumping out of the car?" Toshiaki Mitsui was stunned for a moment, looked at the pointer pointing to one hundred and eight on the dashboard, and his liver trembled.

It's so dark outside, and you drove this broken car with a flat tire to 18 again, and let me jump out of the car? Is there still a life to jump?

"Jump out of the car or die, pick one." Seeing Mitsui Toshiming's embarrassed face, Yan Murong said. "I'll slow down - don't worry, I've just seen it, the roadbed here is not high, and the woods are below, so wait a minute, jump down and run into the woods, and we'll be safe when we run in."

"Unbuckle your seatbelts and get ready to jump." Yan Murong looked in the rearview mirror and shouted urgently.

As soon as the words fell, Yan Murong slammed on the brakes, and at the same time, opened the car door with one hand, grabbed Mitsui Toshiaki's collar with the other hand and jumped out of the car.

"Boom-"

Almost the moment the two jumped out of the car, a loud bang came behind the two of them, and the Nissan sedan, which had been beaten and riddled with holes, was completely blown up by the rocket into a pile of scrap metal in an instant.

The airflow generated by the explosion made Yan Murong, whose body was still in the air, feel as if someone had pushed him vigorously from behind, and the whole person flew forward violently - fortunately, the place where the two fell was a rice field, although the rice had been harvested, there was still a little water in it, and it wouldn't hurt too much if it fell into it.

The moment he landed, he rolled on the ground a few more times with his strength, and he couldn't take care of the muddy water all over his body, so Yan Murong pulled up Mitsui Toshiaki, who was choking on water, and ran away.

Although the night was dark, Yan Murong's eyesight was very good, he had already seen that there was a forest four or five hundred meters in front of the rice field, as long as they ran into the woods, they would get out of danger.

Almost dragging, the two of them ran into the woods before the group of men in strong suits chased after them.

"Whew." Leaning against a tree, Yan Murong took a deep breath and wiped the muddy water on his face and mouth before moving his gaze to Mitsui Toshiaki.

Toshiaki Mitsui at this time is not much better, young talent? Don't make a fuss, the current Mitsui Toshiaki is like a dirt dog who has just rolled in the mud, the suit on his body is crumpled and covered with muddy water, his hair is also unkempt, his face is the same as the flower face of a singing opera, and there is a small wound on his cheek, I don't know what scratched it.

"Don't worry, we'll be safe in the woods." Yan Murong patted Mitsui Toshiaki's shoulder and said comfortingly.

"What should I do?" Mitsui Toshiaki forcibly settled his mind, and asked Yan Murong with a trembling voice.

"Do you know how to climb trees?" Yan Murong looked at the surrounding situation and said. "If you will, you will climb up and hide it, if you can't, you will untie your trouser belt and climb up, and I will solve these people."

"I will." Toshiaki Mitsui nodded quickly, turned around and prepared to climb up the tree.

"Wait." Yan Murong grabbed Mitsui Toshiming and asked. "Do you have anything to defend yourself on?"

"I have a knife."

"Got a knife?" Yan Murong was overjoyed. "It's easy to have a knife, quick, give it to me."

Mitsui Toshiaki was also obedient, stretched his hand to his waist and groped for a while, then grabbed a key and stuffed it into Yan Murong's hand.

"Where's the knife?" Yan Murong looked at the bunch of keys in his hand in a daze, with a puzzled expression.

"That's—" Toshiaki Mitsui whispered, pointing to a nail clipper hanging from the key.

PS: Ahem...... I also have a knife, and now rob you of your flowers and tickets!