"Bring my luggage in the trunk," Miyamoto said, too, was amused by the flying car computer.

Since just now, there have been missiles hitting the protective cover of the flying car, which is also a product of the Peruvian organ. But no matter how good the quality is, it can't withstand such indiscriminate bombardment. The shield's energy has now dropped to a dangerous point, and after a while the shield's energy will be depleted.

The floor of the rear compartment opened, and a black leather case rose up. Miyamoto turned over and opened the box, which contained a long metal box.

"I hope the Duke doesn't cheat me." Miyamoto opens the electronic lock of the box.

"Sir, the shield is depleted of energy, four metal bullets have been detected"

"Start Convertible Mode"

"Sir, the power system is restored."

Miyamoto opened the metal box, and at this moment he felt as if he had released a demon, "You come and drive me to choose the best section of the road"

The four metal bullets, apparently with a positioning system, kept chasing the flying car, which was running furiously on the highway.

The robe is cut against the robe

Miyamoto drew the sword from the metal box, drew it in a Iai position, and jumped out of the car to cut four metal bullets.

Miyamoto's pupils flashed purple, ignoring the force and falling directly on the highway, he looked down at the sword in his hand. He felt that he was not holding a sword, but a demon, and it roared as if it was about to break free from the sword.

"It's a weapon produced by the Peruvian agency, it's really manic." Miyamoto put away his sword, looked at the rapidly approaching fighter squad not far away, jumped off the elevated road, and landed right in the passing convertible.

"Well done kid off convertible mode." Miyamoto said.

"Sorry sir, the navigation system is still being repaired, and there is no way to make a route for you."

"Connect my communicator," Miyamoto took off the communicator and threw it on the co-pilot, "I'm off autopilot." ”

Missile after missile bombarded the sides of the flying car, and Miyamoto dodged the missiles with his superior piloting skills.

"Find me a safe route" Miyamoto said, holding the sword horizontally in front of the steering wheel, so that he could hold the sword at any time.

"Sir, 14th block ahead, the road is congested"

"Then give me a different route that doesn't crowd"

"In the route calculation, please wait for a while to turn left in front of you, cross the side street, and then go straight and turn right on Binns Avenue The route is less vehicular and easier to pass."

"Draw me the road map."

"There are two armed flying cars one hundred and fifty meters in front of him, and there are also armed flying cars behind him."

Miyamoto struck a 90-degree drift on the busy street with a steering wheel, barely pushing his pursuers some distance.

"Sir, a warning signal from the Security Department has been detected. Ask us to stop, or they will be crushed by force. ”

"Tell me if there's a patrol from the Security Agency around here," Miyamoto said, crossing an alley that had scraped off the car's rearview mirrors and drove onto the avenue.

"No, the nearest security patrol is patrolling the 32nd block northeast."

"Map me the location of the Wind Forest Volcano Action Team, I need them."

The flying car computer was silent for a while, and after a while, a red font appeared in front of Miyamoto's eyes: "The query is invalid"

Miyamoto slammed his fist on the steering wheel. Damn, how could he forget that this was just an on-board computer, how could he possibly find out the location of the classified operation team

"Turn on the air conditioner, it's feeling a little hot in the car." Miyamoto thought for a moment, "Let's put on another song." Ring of the Nibelungen Part III: Ragnarok. ”

"Sorry sir, the song you said is too old to be searched on the Internet."

"I've got it in my communicator, put it out. Let me see what happened to the ring made of Rhine gold, and I didn't listen to this one. ”

"Sir, a thermal weapon has been detected in front of you, and you can't avoid it"

Before the on-board computer could finish speaking, the whole car was thrown into the sky, falling to the ground and rolling a few times before it stopped.

Miyamoto's eyes were blood-red, his forehead was broken, and the blood left behind stained his vision.

"Sir, there is irreparable damage to all three tires, and the powertrain is completely damaged. Sorry sir, I should have found out earlier. ”

Miyamoto patted the car monitor, "You've done a good job, it's my turn next." ”

He picked up the long sword in front of the steering wheel, pushed the car door and walked down, looking at the man standing in the middle of the road. He couldn't retreat, and his two men were still in the car. Although the Inquisition is cold-blooded, it is not so indifferent to its own people.

So he walked out with a sword and faced the war.

The whistling sirens filled the road in an instant, and at the same time, the sound also dispersed many innocent people. Eleven police cars came from all directions, forming a circle. And in this circle, there are only two people.

"Put down your weapons and surrender immediately, hold your head in your hands, or you will shoot"

People in police uniforms quickly got out of the police car and raised their guns against Miyamoto in the cover of the body.

Miyamoto Yu looked at no one, just looked at the man carrying the wind dome bazooka opposite, "You blew up my car" The man naturally did not answer.

The fighter squad arrived at this time, remaining in a hovering position, Sandstorm machine guns ready to fire.

Such a scene can be described as having no way into the heavens and no way to enter the earth, but Miyamoto was not panicked at all. He put the sword in his right hand into the scabbard of his left hand and walked towards the man step by step. Stopped less than two meters away, and the two looked at each other.

The man was the first to activate the machine-gun device on the Wind Dome bazooka, and in a matter of seconds, thousands of bullets roared out. But strangely, none of these bullets hit Miyamoto, but instead blew up a police car behind him.

The man's pupils shrank, and he simply picked up the bazooka and smashed it towards Miyamoto. But the next moment the bazooka began to split from the front end, until the end was directly disconnected. The man simply threw away the bazooka, drew two submachine guns at close range, and poured out Miyamoto at close range.

Miyamoto sighed, pulled out his sword and stunned the man with the back of the sword, as if he was lamenting his IQ, knowing that the same trick no longer worked, but still using a submachine gun.

"Open fire" the captain of the garrison group gave the order to open fire. But of course, it's not the real captain of the garrison, and these policemen are also pretending to be just to intercept Miyamoto here.

The explosions continued one after another, all of them were the sound of guns exploding, and the fake policemen were all blown up very badly, and only the captain who gave the order and did not have time to do anything escaped.

"Tell me, whose people you are? The assassins of the Pavilion are still from the Church of Sartan, and there are too many people who want my head right now. Miyamoto put his sword across the captain's neck, and if his hand trembled, the captain would probably die a painful death.

End of chapter