Although Mitsui Toshiaki's Chinese language is not as fluent as that of a pure Chinese person, he is still proficient in it. He can clearly hear Yan Murong's curse words.
Although that bastard Mitsui Hidetoshi deserves to die, you can't curse him. Even if the relationship breaks down, at least the blood of the same ancestors flows in the bodies of the two brothers. If you curse him, doesn't it mean you curse me.
He wanted to curse back, but when he reached his mouth, he was choked back by a burst of gunfire.
The cars behind did not catch up, but followed behind at a certain distance. At the same time, several black gun muzzles appeared in the window. Soon, the bullets came out, and the warheads hit the car body with a crackling sound. There was a sound of popping beans, and in an instant, the still new Nissan was beaten into a sieve. The rear of the car was riddled with holes, the windshield at the back was shattered all over the place, and even the windshield in front was shattered. Several bullets penetrated it, leaving several holes the size of broad beans. What's even more terrible is that there was a man standing in the sunroof of one of the cars with a rocket on his shoulder.
Toshiaki Mitsui had never seen such a battle before.
It's okay to give him tens of billions of dollars to fight a financial war. Give him a gun and let him kill people - let alone kill people. If you ask him to kill a chicken, he won't be able to do it, let alone now that he has There were no guns at all, and the party being hunted was still there.
"Hurry, drive faster, we will die,"
Huddled under the seat, Toshiaki Mitsui screamed in surprise.
"If you don't want to die, call the police," Yan Murong shouted loudly.
"Yes, yes, I'll call right away,"
After being called out by Yan Murong, Mitsui Toshiaki calmed down a little, but after he touched his whole body, he was completely desperate again.
His cell phone magically fell out of his pocket when Yan Murong threw him out of the window.
"Idiot, use mine." Yan Murong quickly took out his cell phone and threw it over. He gritted his teeth and continued to speed up the car that was almost falling apart. At the same time, the steering wheel also turned rapidly left and right, making the car look like it was drunk. It formed an S shape.
"Bang bang bang-----"
A series of bullets hit the rear of the car continuously, causing sparks to fly.
Yan Murong cursed secretly in his heart. If he continued like this, I'm afraid the car wouldn't last long and would be smashed.
"It seems that I will have to get a gun in the future," Yan Murong thought to himself.
To be honest, 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 strictly speaking, the cannons at that time were too crude, and their range was not as far as a catapult. It is powerful, but after the Yuan Dynasty, cannons began to be officially equipped.
People were using hot weapons six to seven hundred years ago, but Yan Murong is still using cold weapons. It shows that this guy is too out of touch with the times. Otherwise, if you give him a gun, he won't be chased and beaten by others. So miserable.
"puff-----"
At this moment, a soft sound came, and then Yan Murong felt that the car body was obviously lowered, and the car was shaking violently at high speed. If he didn't have some skills, this move would be enough to make the car overturn. The punctured tire had fallen off, leaving only one wheel hub running on the ground. Suddenly, a string of sparks burst out, looking particularly dazzling.
"Has the phone been connected?" Yan Murong asked urgently.
"Can't get through, no signal," Mitsui Toshiaki shouted loudly.
"Damn, your island country's communication is so damn bad," Yan Murong complained angrily, looked out the car window, and then realized that he was being chased towards the suburbs again.
"The car is no longer running, prepare to jump out of the car," Yan Murong looked at the situation on both sides of the road and shouted to Mitsui Toshiaki.
"Jump out of the car," Toshiaki Mitsui was startled. He looked at the pointer pointing to 180 on the dashboard, and his heart started to tremble.
It's so dark outside, and you drove this old car with a flat tire to 180 and asked me to jump out of the car. Would I still be alive if I jumped out?
"Either jump out of the car or die, choose one," seeing Mitsui Toshiaki's embarrassed look, Yan Murong said, "I will slow down the car later - don't worry, I just saw it, the roadbed here is not high. "In the woods below, follow me and jump down and run into the woods. If you run in, we will be safe."
"Unlock your seat belt and get ready to jump," Yan Murong looked in the rearview mirror and shouted urgently.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Murong stepped on the brakes fiercely. At the same time, he opened the car door with one hand, grabbed Mitsui Toshiaki's collar with the other hand and jumped out of the car.
"boom-----"
Almost as soon as the two people jumped out of the car, a loud noise came from behind them. The Nissan sedan that had been riddled with holes was completely blown into a pile of rubble by rocket bombs in an instant. iron.
The airflow generated by the explosion made Yan Murong, whose body was still in the air, feel as if someone pushed him hard from behind, and the whole person flew forward violently. Fortunately, the place where the two landed was a rice field. , although the rice has been harvested, there is still a little water inside, so it won’t hurt too much if you fall in it.
The moment he landed on the ground, he rolled a few times on the ground with his strength. Not caring about the muddy water all over his body, Yan Murong picked up Toshiaki Mitsui who was choking on the water and coughed and ran away.
Although the night was dark, Yan Murong's eyesight was very good. He had already seen a forest four to five hundred meters in front of the rice field. As long as they ran into the forest, they would be out of danger.
Almost dragging them along, the two of them ran into the woods before the group of well-dressed men chased them.
"Huh," Yan Murong took a deep breath as he leaned behind a tree, wiped the muddy water from his face and mouth, and then turned his attention to Mitsui Toshiaki.
At this time, Mitsui Toshiaki is not much better. Young talent, stop making trouble. Now Mitsui Toshiaki is like a local dog that has just rolled in the mud. The suit on his body is wrinkled and stained with mud. , his hair was also disheveled, his face looked like a painted face painted in an opera, and there was a small cut on his cheek, and he didn’t know what it was.
"Don't worry, we will be safe once we enter the woods," Yan Murong patted Mitsui Toshiaki on the shoulder and said comfortingly.
"What should I do?" Mitsui Toshiaki forced himself to calm down and asked Yan Murong in a trembling voice.
"Can you climb a tree?" Yan Murong looked at the surrounding situation and said, "If you can, just climb up and hide. If you can't, just take off your belt and climb up. I will deal with these people."
"I can," Toshiaki Mitsui nodded quickly, turned around and prepared to climb up the tree.
"Wait a minute," Yan Murong grabbed Mitsui Toshiaki and asked, "Do you have anything for self-defense?"
"I have a knife,"
"If you have a knife," Yan Murong was overjoyed, "It will be easier if you have a knife. Quickly, give it to me."
Mitsui Toshiaki was obedient. He reached out to his lower back and fumbled around for a while, then grabbed a key and stuffed it into Yan Murong's hand.
"Where's the knife?" Yan Murong looked blankly at the bunch of keys in his hand, with a puzzled look on his face.
"That is-----" Mitsui Toshiaki pointed to a nail clipper hanging on the key and whispered.
PS: Ahem... I also have a knife, and now I will rob you of your flowers and tickets.