MTL - Conan’s Denial of Confession-Chapter 331 :have you eaten?
"You will take advantage of it, don't use facial expressions for me."
Belmod quickly typed with his fingers and sent it out.
Amamiya Noriko waited for a while after reading it, and Sister Bei sent another message.
"They threw Saling at me and wanted to poke my tires. This is a new car."
Amamiya Noriko was curious: "What car?"
"Don't say it."
After Belmod finished posting, there was no movement.
"It can be seen that Sister Bei can type English much faster than Japanese. It is estimated that Belmod will send a message to tell me the result in a while."
Amamiya Noriko put away her mobile phone and concentrated on driving, when she suddenly saw two semi-trailers in front of her from a distance.
I don't know if it's a douqi car or an intimate post.
Amamiya Noriko loosened the accelerator to slow down, looked at the location, and left the urban expressway central expressway more than halfway through, and in front of it was the Gaodian Mountain section.
And Belmod, 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, only slightly larger than a pack of cigarettes, Belmode also called the pistol for ladies.
Since the other party wanted to puncture his own tires, Belmod was also prepared to shoot the other party's tires.
But after looking at the tires of the opponent's Hummer pickup, and then at his own pocket pistol, Belmod felt that it was not very good.
The Browning M1906 has enough self-defense capability within 30 meters.
Belmod put it back.
I took another Walther ppk and brought it out.
7.62mm, effective range of 50m, the former German police officer's police gun, Hitler committed suicide with this gun.
It is also the standard pistol of the 007.
Belmod's red lips curled into a sneer, and he lowered the car window and shot directly at the opponent's tire.
There was no answer to the puncture sound, but the other party controlled the pickup to avoid it left and right.
"Bulletproof tires? Do you think I'll give up and miss the hit?"
Belmod chuckled lightly. She still had an S&WM36 that she hadn't taken out. She thought it was the world's first classic revolver, but it could fire large-caliber MAG bullets. The opponent's run-flat tires didn't know if it could withstand it.
Hummer pickup.
Cheese sitting in the co-pilot heard the gunshots and hurriedly instructed the driver to evade. The bulletproof rating of the pickup's tires was very weak, and it was good luck not to have a puncture.
"Isn't there anything wrong with the Japanese mind, so they just pulled out a gun?!"
In the walkie-talkie, the balsamic vinegar hidden in the car body was sprayed directly. If the other party fired, he would definitely be the first to be hit.
Cheese's face was gloomy, and he thought about the consequences of showing his own gun, and it was not worth it.
But when he looked at the Lamborghini hanging behind him, his face was extremely ugly. It was a sports car made in his hometown.
After taking a look, there are no other vehicles near the front and rear, nor is there a location where there are cameras nearby.
"Vinegar, show the gun to warn the other party, don't shoot without my order."
"receive!"
When the back canvas of the Hummer pickup was lifted, a thin figure of balsamic vinegar appeared, which seemed a little out of place with the squad machine gun he was holding in his arms.
He pointed the gun at Lamborghini, but didn't fire, the warning was very strong.
Belmod saw him emerge, and when he saw the machine gun, his brows twitched, and he shot him in the middle of the brow with a deliberate shot, but he still gave up in the face of the muzzle of the machine gun.
His Lamborghini is just a normal civilian version. It has no bulletproof capability at all. The machine gun bullets are swept over, and the glass and paper are no different.
Belmod turned on the fog lights twice, then slowed down and stayed away from the pickup.
"Count him as interesting."
Balsamic vinegar covered the canvas and explained the situation to the walkie-talkie.
"Walther ppk, the average Japanese with a gun would not choose this."
Cheese in the passenger seat frowned, and had already heard what the gunshot was just now.
If it is the bodyguard of the Amemiya family, most likely they will not use this German gun. It is better for them to obtain a gun license for domestic guns.
Not to mention how the bodyguards could drive a Lamborghini to chase.
"Who is that guy in the back? Is there a third party involved in this commission?"
"Continue to chase forward and see if you can block the Bentley Mulsanne in front."
Although he said that, he estimated in his heart that the Lamborghini behind him took a long time, and the Bentley Mulsanne was already much faster than them, I'm afraid they have fallen a long way.
Belmod, who was following the back door a little further, raised his hand and sent Baileys a message~www.novelbuddy.com~ to tell the situation here.
Baileys replied briefly, and Belmod frowned when she saw it. Baileys also encountered a situation. Otherwise, how could she not send a word, only a symbol.
Belmod looked at the pickup in front, and at the canvas covered by the rear body, with a serious cold flash.
Since I even took out the machine gun, then I'm welcome.
"Although I really don't want to make this call."
Belmode called and said directly, "Chianti, where are you and Cohen?"
Chianti's voice was full of sarcasm. She and Belmod had never dealt with each other, and because Calvados was very hostile to Belmod: "Yo? Isn't this absinthe? Why did you suddenly call me? Ah, huh? Shouldn't I need my help? Jinjiu seems to have given you a task."
Listening to her provocative tone, Belmod raised his brows. Just as he was about to answer, he sneered when he saw Baileys' message.
"Chianti, have you eaten?"
"???"
"Dududu."
After Belmod asked, he hung up the phone and ran after him with the accelerator.
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