Strings of bullets whizzed past Kuroda and his SUV, and the "bang bang" sound of being hit by bullets kept ringing from the iron sheet of the car body.
Kuroda looked at the pursuit vehicle that had stopped behind him, and his nervous expression had relaxed. He then lowered his body and hid behind the word of mouth and cursed in a low voice, "You bastards, you dare to do this to me, you are still young!" He followed.
The man driving the car shouted: "Speed up and get out of this area!"
The off-road vehicle immediately let out a roar and rushed forward. The pickup truck behind also roared to catch up. The dust raised behind the two vehicles covered the sky and the sun.
The two cars rushed to the edge of the town in front. The people in the car did not drive directly into the city, but circled the city and rushed straight to the rolling hills not far away.
Outside the city, a group of children wearing ragged clothes and dirty faces on the dirt looked blankly at the two cars whizzing past. They looked at the bullet holes on the two cars and the machine guns mounted on the pickup trucks.
A look of horror appeared on their faces. They let out a scream, turned around and ran towards the low bungalow behind.
Kuroda and his two vehicles drove straight into the mountains behind the town. About an hour later, Kuroda and the pickup truck behind them had appeared on a mountain road.
Kuroda's off-road vehicle turned a sharp elbow-like bend in front of him. Kuroda followed and saw a medium-sized van that could seat more than a dozen people parked quietly under the dark cliff ahead.
When the three people sitting in the van saw the off-road vehicle rushing out, they jumped out of the open door quickly. The three people ran to the corner behind with guns in hand, and aimed towards the back of the mountain with guns in hand.
"Stop on the opposite side." Kuroda raised his hand and pointed at the cliff opposite the van and ordered. Two dusty and bullet-riddled cars parked on the edge of the cliff one after another. Kuroda opened the door and got out of the car with a sniper rifle.
Jump up and down.
At this time, three dusty figures also jumped out of the pickup truck behind. The three people ran to Kuroda, raised their guns and aimed at both sides of the mountain road. Akita, who had just driven Kuroda, ran to Kuroda and lowered his head.
He asked in R slang: "Boss, what should I do with these two cars?"
Kuroda glanced at the cliff hundreds of meters deep beside him. He replied coldly: "Take off your clothes, throw them into the car, and push it down!" After that, he took off his body armor and took off his body armor.
The helmet on top of his head was thrown into the off-road vehicle.
At this time, Akita looked at Kuroda's waist and exclaimed: "Boss, you are injured." He then grabbed Kuroda's arm, turned to look at the three people standing at the corner and shouted: "Here, come on.
The boss is injured!"
A person immediately ran back. He then took a first aid kit from the van and ran towards Kuroda nervously. Kuroda lowered his head and glanced at the camouflage uniform around his waist that had been dyed red. He pushed away the helper and
Akita looked at him and said: "It's okay, I was grazed by a bullet."
He then looked at his men who were running up with the first aid kit and said, "Get in the car and treat it for me." As he said that, he stretched out his left hand to take the roll of bandages from the other man's hand, lifted up his clothes and pressed it directly on the bloody wound.
On top, he strode toward the van with a sniper rifle in his right hand.
When Akita saw that Kuroda was not seriously injured, he breathed a sigh of relief and called a few people who were standing nearby to come over. Akita whispered a few words to a few people, and they quickly took off their clothes and threw them into the car.
He immediately picked up the assault rifle, worked together to lift the off-road vehicle and the pickup truck behind it, and then pushed the two vehicles down the cliff on the side.
The two cars were rolled over the cliff, and a "rumbling" sound of rolling cars was immediately heard from the bottom of the cliff. After a while, two faint sounds of landing were heard from the bottom of the cliff.
Akita leaned forward and looked down the cliff. Two groups of fire were rising from the deep cliff. He then stood up straight and shouted to a few people standing around, on the roadside and on the bend: "Evacuate!" A group of people
Run to the van immediately.
Akita rushed to the car and shouted: "Drive!" The van immediately rushed forward. Akita grabbed the armrest beside the door and looked up at Kuroda who was sitting behind the cab.
At this time, Kuroda's waist has been wrapped with a white bandage, and his face covered with tactical oil paint is full of tiredness. At this time, he is leaning on the backrest with his eyes closed, and his body is already covered with
Put on a black suit.
Akita saw Kuroda resting with his eyes closed. He didn't dare to say anything. He made a "pay attention to observation" gesture to the people sitting in front and behind. He then reached out and took a piece of casual clothing and put it on.
Then he walked over to Kuroda and sat down.
The van quickly rushed to the top of the mountain along the mountain ring road, and then drove along the mountain road to the undulating mountains ahead. It was not until that afternoon that the speeding van stopped at the foot of a large mountain.
No one could be seen at the foot of the mountain. Akita, who was sitting next to Kuroda, turned to look up the hillside. A figure was waving in front of a small courtyard on the hillside above. Akita said to Kuroda, who still had his eyes closed: "Boss, we're here.
, shall we get off the bus or rush to the city?”
Kuroda slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the undulating mountains around him, and ordered in a low voice: "Get off the car." After saying that, he pressed the wound on his waist and stood up, then pushed away to support himself.
Akita turned around and walked towards the car.
Akita quickly waved to the men in the car, then picked up the sniper rifle that Kuroda was leaning under the car window, and followed Kuroda to the exit of the car. Several people surrounded Kuroda and got out of the car, followed by the man who had grown up.
Walking up the weedy hillside.
Kuroda walked into the small courtyard on the hillside. He immediately looked around. Two of his men were squatting under the low wall of the small courtyard, and the assault rifles in their hands were aimed at the surrounding hillsides.
Kuroda then raised his head and looked up to the top of the mountain. A man dressed as a farmer was sitting on a rock on the top of the mountain. The tense look on Kuroda's face relaxed and he turned around and walked towards a pool in the corner of the yard.
He stood by the sink and bent down to wash off the paint on his face. He then took the towel passed by his subordinate and wiped the water droplets off his face. He walked into the house with a gloomy face. At this time, he was completely relieved. He knew that this place
The response team has arranged security and the surrounding area is absolutely safe.
When Akita saw Kuroda walking into the house, he leaned the sniper rifle in his hand against the pool, and then whispered to the people who followed him: "You can go to the next room to rest in a while." After saying that, he also bent over.
He washed his face, then picked up Kuroda's sniper rifle and walked into the house.
At this time, Kuroda was already sitting on a chair facing the door, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his right hand. Akita quickly walked over and asked in a low voice: "Boss, how is your wound?"