"You know how to take advantage. Don't show me your expression."
Belmode typed quickly with her slender fingers and sent it out.
Noriko Amamiya waited for a while after reading it, and sure enough, Sister Bei sent another one.
"They threw Saling at me and tried to puncture my tires. This is a new car."
Noriko Amamiya was curious: "What car?"
" Lahini, stop talking."
After Belmode finished speaking, there was no movement.
"It can be seen that Sister Bei's English typing speed is much faster than her Japanese typing speed. I guess Belmode will send me a message to tell me the result after a while."
Noriko Amamiya put away her mobile phone and concentrated on driving. Suddenly she saw two large semi-trailers in front of her from a distance.
I don’t know whether they are driving a fighting car or having an intimate relationship.
Amamiya Noriko relaxed on the accelerator and slowed down, and looked at the location. She was more than halfway to the Central Expressway leaving the city, and ahead was the Kodenoshan section of the road.
Belmode, who was behind, had already taken out a pistol from his bag on the passenger seat.
The first member of the pocket pistol family, the Browning M1906 pocket pistol, with a caliber of 6.35, is only slightly larger than a pack of cigarettes. Bellmode also calls it a pistol for ladies.
Seeing that the opponent wanted to puncture his own tires, Belmode was not polite and prepared to shoot the opponent's tires.
But after looking at the tires of the opponent's Hummer pickup truck and then looking at his own pocket pistol, Belmode felt that it was not going to work.
The Browning M1906 is considered to have sufficient self-defense capabilities within 30 meters.
Belmode put it back.
I took out a new Walter ppk.
7.62mm, effective range 50m. It was a police gun used by German police officers. Hitler used this gun to commit suicide.
It is also the standard pistol of 007.
Belmod raised a sneer at the corner of his red lips, lowered the window and shot directly at the opponent's tire.
There was no response to the sound of a flat tire. Instead, the other party controlled the pickup truck to avoid it.
"Bulletproof tires? Do you think I will give up and miss the shot?"
Belmode chuckled. She still had an S&W M36 that she didn't take out. She thought it was the most classic revolver in the world, but it could fire large-caliber MAG bullets. She didn't know if the opponent's run-proof tires could withstand it.
Hummer pickup truck.
The moment Cheese, who was sitting in the passenger seat, heard the sound of gunshots, he hurriedly directed the driver to avoid it. The bulletproof level of the pickup truck's tires was very weak. It was just good luck that it didn't puncture.
"There's nothing wrong with the Japanese's brains, why would they just pull out their guns?!"
Inside the intercom, the balsamic vinegar hidden in the trunk of the car was sprayed directly. If the other party fired, he would definitely be the first to be hit.
Cheese's face was gloomy, and after thinking about the consequences of showing his gun, it was not worth it.
But when he glanced at the Lamborghini hanging behind him, his face was extremely ugly. This was a sports car produced in his hometown.
After taking a look, there were no other vehicles close to the front or rear, and there were no cameras nearby to capture the scene.
"Basic vinegar, show the gun and warn the other party. Don't shoot without my order."
"receive!"
The canvas on the back of the Hummer pickup truck was lifted, and Balsamic Vinegar's thin figure emerged, which looked a little out of place with the squad machine gun he was holding in his arms.
He pointed his gun at the Lamborghini, but did not fire. The warning was extremely strong.
When Belmod saw him coming forward, he also raised his eyebrows when he saw the machine gun. He deliberately shot him between the eyebrows, but when faced with the muzzle of the machine gun, he still gave up.
His Lamborghini is just a normal civilian version and has no bulletproof capabilities at all. If machine gun bullets are fired at it, the glass will be no different from paper.
Belmode turned on his fog lights twice and slowed down to stay away from the pickup truck.
"I guess he knows what he's interested in."
Balsamic vinegar covered the canvas and explained the situation to the intercom.
"Walter ppk, the average Japanese would not choose this if they have a gun."
Cheese on the passenger seat frowned, having already heard what kind of gun the gunshot was.
If they were the bodyguards of the Amamiya family, they would probably not use this German gun. It would be better for them to obtain a gun license for Japanese guns.
Not to mention how the bodyguard could drive a Lamborghini to chase him.
"Who is that guy at the back? Is there a third party involved in this commission?"
"Keep chasing and see if you can block the Bentley Mulsanne in front of you."
Although he said this, he estimated in his mind that after being consumed by the Lamborghini behind him for a long time, the Bentley Mulsanne was already much faster than them, but he was afraid that he had already fallen behind a lot.
Belmode, who was following at the back door, raised his hand and sent a message to Baileys.
Tell the past about the situation here.
Baileys replied briefly, which made Bermod frown. Baileys was also in a situation, otherwise how could she not speak a word and only know a symbol.
Belmod looked at the pickup truck in front of him and the canvas covering the rear bed, with a serious cold flash of his eyes.
Since I even took out my machine gun, I won't be polite.
"Although I really don't want to make this call."
Bermod dialed the phone and said directly: "Chianti, where are you and Cohen?"
Chianti's voice was full of sarcasm. She and Bermod had never dealt with each other, and she was very hostile to Bermod because of the Calvados incident: "Hey? Isn't this absinthe? Why did you call me all of a sudden?
Hahaha? You need my help, right? Gin seems to have given you some task."
Hearing her provocative tone, Belmode raised his eyebrows. Just as he was about to reply, he saw the message sent by Bailey Sweet and sneered.
"Chianti, have you eaten?"
"???"
"Dududu."
After asking, Belmod hung up the phone and stepped on the accelerator to catch up.