"Take advantage of it, you will take advantage, don't give me expressions."

Belmode typed quickly and sent out.

Noriko Amamiya waited for a while after reading it, and Sister Bei really sent another one.

"They threw salings at me, trying to prick my tires, and I had a new car."

Noriko Amamiya was curious: "What car?" ”

"Lamborghini, don't say anything."

Belmode finished, and there was no movement.

"It can be seen that Sister Bei can type English much faster than Japanese, and it is estimated that Belmode will send me a message to tell me what the result is after a while."

Noriko Amamiya put away her mobile phone and concentrated on driving, and suddenly saw two semi-trailers in front of her in the distance.

I don't know if it's a vindictive car or an intimate post.

Noriko Amamiya slowed down the throttle a little, looked at the location, and walked more than halfway out of the high-speed central automatic lane from the city, and in front of him was the section of the Gaoden mountain area.

And Belmode, who was behind, had already taken out a pistol from his bag on the co-pilot.

The first member of the pocket pistol family, the Browning M1906 pocket pistol, 6.35 caliber, is only slightly larger than a pack of cigarettes, and Belmode also calls it a ladies' pistol.

In view of the fact that the other party wanted to puncture his tires, Belmode was also unceremoniously prepared to give the other party's tires a shot.

But after looking at the tires of the other Hummer's pickup and then at his own pocket pistol, Belmode felt that it was not quite good.

The Browning M1906 has enough self-defense capability within 30 meters.

Belmode put it back.

Took a handful of Walter PPK again.

7.62 mm, effective range of 50m, the former German police officer's police gun, Hitler used this gun to commit suicide.

It is also the standard pistol of the 007.

Belmode's red lips raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth, and he lowered the window and shot directly at the other party's tires.

The sound of a flat tire did not sound, but the other party controlled the pickup left and right to avoid it.

"Bulletproof tires? Do you think I'm going to give up and miss the shot? ”

Belmode chuckled, she still had an S&W M36 that she didn't take out, she thought that the world's first classic revolver, but it could fire large-caliber MAG bullets, and the other party's run-flat tires didn't know if they could withstand it.

Hummer Pickup Inside.

The cheese sitting in the co-pilot heard the gunshots and hurriedly commanded the driver to evade, the bulletproof level of the pickup tires is very weak, and it is just luck that there is no puncture.

"The Japanese have nothing wrong with their brains, so they just pull out their guns?!"

In the walkie-talkie, the balsamic vinegar hidden in the car body was sprayed directly, and if the other party fired, he was definitely the first to be hit.

Cheese's face was gloomy, and he thought about the consequences of showing his gun as well, and it was not worth it.

But looking at the Lamborghini hanging behind him, his face was extremely ugly, this was still a sports car produced in his hometown.

After taking a look, there are no other vehicles close to the front and rear, and there is no location near the camera to capture it.

"Balsamic vinegar, show the gun and warn the other party, you are not allowed to shoot without my order."

"Roger!"

As soon as the canvas of the rear bucket of the Humvee pickup was lifted, some thin figures of balsamic vinegar emerged, which looked a little out of place with the squad machine gun he was holding in his arms.

He pointed his gun at Lamborghini, but he didn't shoot, and the warning was incomparable.

Belmode saw him raise his head, and saw that the machine gun was also frowned, and he had the intention to kill him with a single shot, but in the face of the muzzle of the machine gun, he still gave up.

His Lamborghini is just a normal civilian version, there is no bulletproof ability at all, machine gun bullets sweep over, and glass and paper paste are no different.

Belmode turned on his fog lights twice and slowed down away from the pickup.

"He's funny."

Balsamic vinegar put the canvas on the cover and explained the situation towards the walkie-talkie.

"Walter PPK, the average Japanese with guns will not choose this."

Cheese in the passenger seat frowned, and he could already hear what kind of gunshot was just now.

If it was the bodyguard of the Amamiya family, most of them would not use this German gun, and it would be better for them to obtain a license to carry a gun for guns in Japan.

Not to mention how could the bodyguard drive a Lamborghini to chase after him.

"Who is that guy in the back? Is there a third party involved in this commission? ”

"Keep chasing and see if you can block the Bentley Mulsanne in front."

Although he said so, he estimated in his heart that it had been spent a long time by the Lamborghini in the back, and Bentley Mulsanne was already a lot faster than them, but he was afraid that he had fallen a lot of distance.

Belmode, who followed the back door a little farther away, raised his hand and sent a message to Baileys.

Tell me about the situation here.

Bailitian replied briefly, and Belmode, who was watching, frowned, Bailitian also encountered a situation over there, otherwise how could she not send a word, only a symbol.

Belmode looked at the pickup truck in front of him, looked at the canvas covering the rear body, and a severe cold light flashed.

Since even the machine gun has been pulled out, then I'm not welcome.

"Although I really don't want to make this call."

Belmode dialed the phone and said directly: "Chianti, where are you and Cohen?" ”

Chianti's voice was not without mockery, she and Belmode had never dealt with each other, but also because Calvados was very hostile to Belmode: "Yo? Isn't this absinthe? Why did you call me all of a sudden, hehe? You don't need my help, do you? Gin seems to have given you some kind of task. ”

Belmode listened to her provocative tone, raised her eyebrows, and was just about to reply, but when she saw the message sent by Baileys, she immediately sneered.

"Chianti, have you eaten?"

“？？？”

"Toot toot."

Belmode hung up the phone after asking, and chased directly after him with one foot on the accelerator.