"It's just a machine gun for the squad, hurry up and catch up. I left a box on the side of the road. I can lend you the contents. Remember to return it."
Noriko Amamiya sent a seat to Sister Bei, took a long, flat black box from the trunk and placed it outside the railing next to the emergency lane of the highway.
To put it simply, squad machine guns are now machine guns equipped for squad units, mostly light machine guns. In the future, there are plans to decentralize heavy machine guns to squad units, but now they are just light machine guns.
But if you pull this thing out, is it a trump card?
"Although my car is durable, it probably won't be able to withstand continuous machine gun fire."
Anyway, I'll leave it to Sister Bei to deal with later.
The accomplices contacted by the killer organization using walkie-talkies do not yet know where they are waiting for him.
"boom--"
After Noriko Amamiya put down her things, she got in the car and continued to drive at full speed with her foot on the accelerator.
After stopping to put things away for a while, after chasing for a while, I saw the two semi-trailers in front of me again. Finally, they stopped going side by side. Amamiya Noriko turned on the turn signal and stepped on the accelerator to prepare to overtake.
The semi-trailer that was lagging behind was a red container semi-trailer. It was very long and big, and its tires were twice as large as the four wheels and spare tires of her car.
"Most of these containers are shipped from the port, probably from the Port of Tokyo."
Amamiya Noriko glanced at the car and turned the direction of the vehicle. She must keep a distance when running parallel to or overtaking the king's vehicle.
The blind area of vision is relatively large, so she might not be able to see her car, or the driver's eyesight is not good.
Drivers of such large semi-trailers are almost always in a state of fatigue while driving for long periods of time.
The driver's seat of a red container semi-trailer.
A bearded man had already seen this luxury car through the rearview mirror.
“Bentley, it’s really oops-!!”
"laugh--"
The front wheels of the semi suddenly turned and made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the highway.
The entire car veered sharply into the lane where the Bentley Mulsanne was.
Noriko Amamiya was sitting in the driver's seat of the Bentley Mulsanne with a calm face. From the perspective of her car, she looked at the container semi-trailer that seemed to be dumped by a small flash.
Under a sharp turn, such a large car was directly out of control under the action of inertia.
After the entire vehicle hit the double guardrail between the front of the vehicle and the target lane first, the container behind the semi-trailer cab directly rolled over and fell down.
"boom--!!"
As the container rolled over and hit the road, a huge sound resounded at high speed. Along with the sparks generated by the friction between the metal material and the road, the container slid forward for a distance, leaving deep marks on the road.
As for the Bentley Mulsanne, which was originally sandwiched between the semi-trailer and the guardrail, it was intact at the rear.
Noriko Amamiya glanced at the deflection of the front wheel of the semi, and she braked one after another to slow down the original acceleration, then braked sharply, slowed down, turned around, and exited the gap.
The rollover of the semitrailer did not completely block the road. The overturned container collapsed and flattened the guardrail between this side and the opposite lane.
"They also packed a lot of goods to suppress me."
Noriko Amamiya slowly moved to the far side lane and passed by the semi-trailer.
The second gear without the accelerator was slowly slipping. Amamiya Noriko turned her head and looked at the driver's seat of the semi-trailer. Because the front of the vehicle was not rolled over and the front of the vehicle was too high, she couldn't see it.
"But it doesn't matter. Such a coincidence almost crushed me. I believe you are a passerby?"
Park the car in front of the semi.
Noriko Amamiya opened the door and got out of the car, put on her gloves skillfully, put her foot on the pedal and climbed up to take a look at the cab.
"It still has airbags, which is a luxury."
The large airbag took up a lot of space in the cockpit, and the driver, a middle-aged man, had already fainted.
Serious big truck, who wears airbags?
The cockpit position of such a large vehicle is basically relatively high, so it is one thing that it cannot be hit. On the other hand, due to the inertia of large trucks, airbags may not be of much use.
Noriko Amamiya pulled the car door, but it was locked and could not be opened.
With her strength, she could only pull the door handle off by forcefully pulling. The door of a large car cannot be pulled open by forcefully pulling on the door handle.
"Broken window?"
Noriko Amamiya thought for a moment.
The cockpit of the big car was high up, and the front and rear sections of the car were knocked out of control, but the front glass was not broken.
"This is unreasonable."
Noriko Amamiya raised her hand and punched the driver's window, shattering it.
A gloved hand patted the driver's face.
"Ouch..."
The middle-aged uncle let out a cry and suddenly opened his eyes.
Amamiya Noriko glanced at the red and swollen slap marks on his face, and said without changing her face: "Who ordered you?"
"You, what are you talking about? My car seems to have lost control. The steering wheel was stuck to the side just now."
"Oh, is it so?"
Amamiya Noriko pressed his head back on the seat back with one hand, reached out with the other hand and turned the steering wheel, and found that it was indeed stuck.
This is indeed the case for ordinary people. If she increased her efforts and continued to turn, the steering wheel shaft would probably break.
Amamiya Noriko's nose moved and she narrowed her eyes to look at him.
"It smells of alcohol."
The middle-aged uncle touched his bald head in embarrassment: "Because I was too sleepy, I just had a few drinks in the service area..."
Noriko Amamiya raised her hand and patted the roof of the car, while casually asking: "Were you still pulling goods last night?"
"Yes, yes, life is very stressful. I have an eighty-year-old mother and several children to raise. How can a wealthy lady like you..."
The middle-aged uncle said sincerely, and suddenly noticed that the woman in a suit looked at him with a look that looked like she was mentally retarded.
"Do you know that your reason has been ruined by others?"
"ah?"
Hisashi Uesugi looked confused.
Cursing in his heart, he finally came up with the reason, and he had indeed raised an old man in name and supported several children in the orphanage, because in this way he met the conditions of those people, and it should be perfect.
Who gets there first?!
"It's okay. You'll know when you go to another world."
Noriko Amamiya comforted her, saying, "If you dare to tell me how many young children you have to raise, you have an eighty-year-old mother, I will sentence you to death."
Uesugi Shou's face remained unchanged, still looking confused: "What are you talking about? You can't blame me for losing control of the car! You can't commit suicide privately, can you?!"
"Do you still want to quibble?" Noriko Amamiya sneered with Chieda Riho's face, and pointed to his co-pilot's seat: "What do you mean by that walkie-talkie?"
Uesugi Shou's eyes widened and he couldn't help but turn his head to look. He should have disposed of the walkie-talkie——
"Snapped--"
Amamiya Noriko slapped him unceremoniously, and Uesugi Hisashi immediately realized the situation.
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."
Noriko Amamiya touched the roof of the car with her hand and pulled down the frame of the roof.
It was bent visibly to the naked eye, and the remaining glass residue on the window sparsely fell down.
It took some time to beat and distort the shape of the doors and windows. The door could not be opened and the squeezed and deformed windows came out, locking the middle-aged man directly in the cockpit.
"This person is basically an accomplice of the killer organization, and judging from his reaction, he undoubtedly knows about the walkie-talkie."
Amamiya Noriko took off her gloves, put them back in the car, took out her mobile phone and called the police, briefly explaining the situation here.
As Miss Amamiya's personal bodyguard, she was very certain and certain that the overturned container semi-trailer caused these accidents in order to attack the eldest daughter of her family.
The prisoner is currently trapped on the highway, please send someone to deal with it immediately.
The operator didn't know the specific situation for a while, nor did he know what the Amamiya Foundation represented, but it sounded like an attack on a rich lady.
"We will send police officers there immediately, please be sure to stay where you are!"
"OK."
Amamiya Noriko finished answering and drove away.
She let the police handle it and wasn't going to waste time here.
"There are still people in the killer organization."
"In the pickup truck that Sister Bei saw, there were three people in the main driver and co-driver. One of them was Japanese, while the ones on Sister Bei's side were all Europeans."
"There are only three Europeans showing up now."
Noriko Amamiya could use her little finger to think of someone else, but they only wanted to kill her after just three people? Wasn't this a gift of hot heads?
After stepping on the accelerator and chasing forward for a while, Amamiya Noriko saw another semi-trailer after completely entering the mountainous section.
Amamiya Noriko, who had already expected it, stepped on the accelerator and chased after him recklessly, as if she wanted to overtake.
But this time, the semi-trailer was very stable and squeezed the space for her to overtake at a constant speed, unlike the one in front of her that directly hit her head-on.
"It's time to put your driving skills to the test."
Amamiya Noriko braked twice and slowed down slightly, but the semi-trailer was too big. If she wanted to slow down and parallel her, she could only step on the accelerator.
"Took the bait."
Noriko Amamiya stepped on the accelerator with her foot that had not been fully depressed.
The Bentley Mulsanne accelerated violently, in contrast to the semi-trailer's deceleration, and passed directly and dangerously, almost touching the guardrail and the front of the oncoming semi-trailer.
The container semi-trailer behind her didn't hit her, and couldn't control its direction. It rubbed against the guardrail. The fragile guardrail couldn't withstand the care of such a large truck, but in the end it stubbornly hit the whole vehicle over its head.
The semi-trailer rolled over.
It was a little more thorough than the previous one, and all the containers behind the front of the car were rolled over.
And as the container slid sideways, the highway here was directly blocked.
"This is the reason for the traffic jam on the highway."
Amamiya Noriko looked through the rearview mirror and didn't get out of the car this time.
This car is a bit worse. The cockpit suffered a lot of damage, and it's not certain whether the driver is still alive.
It was just that she didn't have time to take a few more glances behind her, and looked at a row of spike traps in front of her. She had seen it in a chicken game. In reality, only a few Western countries would use these traps to stop cars, and Japan basically didn't use them.
Noriko Amamiya understood instantly.
This time the semi-trailer was going to block her way back.
Except for the front where most of the tires would be punctured in the past, there is only one one-way ramp off the expressway.
"My tires are puncture-proof, who cares about you?"
Noriko Amamiya accelerated directly forward and rushed forward.
Explosion-proof does not mean that the tire will not blow out, but that even if it does blow out, it can still drive. Special metal strips are designed in the tire to prevent the tire from deforming even if it is penetrated by shrapnel from artillery fire. You can continue to move forward and still drive.
How far depends on the quality of the run-flat tires.
Military use is a bit more powerful, but the same principle applies to civilian use, but the manufacturing requirements are not as strict.
When passing over the spike trap, Amamiya Noriko clearly felt that the vehicle had lost control for a moment.
But she immediately turned the steering wheel and drove straight forward.
The speed dropped a lot. Originally, she didn't slow down much after passing the semi-trailer and still maintained a certain speed. However, once she passed the spiked cash, her speed still dropped significantly.
Fortunately, I was already driving fast.
Now the best run-proof tires in the world of Kexue can only keep moving at a maximum speed of 80km/h after the tire is guaranteed. At most, it can last about 250 kilometers, and the tires will not be able to support it, and it will start to seriously become unable to drive.
Moved forward.
She was not even halfway through the journey to Osaka.
This route from Tokyo to Osaka is about 500 kilometers.
“My new car!!”
Amamiya Noriko felt extremely unhappy, but compared to the ramp the other party had left for her, she didn't know what dangers there were, so it was obviously better to rush over directly.
After a normal tire is punctured like this, it is estimated that it will not be able to run immediately, or even lose control and crash to the side.
At that time, they will not be able to manipulate it casually.
But Noriko Amamiya’s Bentley Mulsanne Versailles 65 Safety Edition is not so easy to manipulate.
But it is true that the speed is getting slower and slower.
Noriko Amamiya grasped the steering wheel and took out her phone to call Riho Chieda: "We were attacked. At least two of the four tires were punctured. Are there two spare tires in the car?"
"...No, where have you been? I'll send someone to pick you up right away."
When Riho Chieda heard that Noriko was being attacked, she immediately realized that their opportunity had been seen through by the other party. There was no danger at her Amamiya residence, so they all rushed to Noriko's side.
As for the spare tire, no serious car will carry two spare tires.
Unless Noriko doesn't have those weapons and can put an extra one.
"It's okay. I'm just asking. It's too late to arrange people now. No need. If the other party catches up, I will draw my gun. Sister Qianzhi is ready to negotiate with the police."
Riho Chieda replied briefly: "Okay."
After ending the call, she went directly to take off the makeup on her face. She kept pretending to be Noriko in the yard, but the other party didn't take the bait and headed towards Noriko.
Fortunately, cooperation with the police has not happened once or twice. It is not the first time that Miss Amamiya has suffered some casualties when encountering danger. Anyway, they are basically casualties of criminals.
Noriko Amamiya controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and reached into the back seat with the other hand to take a microflush and put it on the passenger seat.
And the other party did not surprise her. After discovering that she was still moving at a speed of more than 80 per hour after passing the spike trap, she could no longer sit still.
A motorcycle flew down from the mountain next to the highway, and the black motorcycle chased straight towards the Bentley Mulsanne.
With Amamiya Noriko's current speed of 80 per hour, it is only a matter of time before she catches up.
Noriko Amamiya opened the skylight and threw a delayed flash bomb back.