Conan's refusal to confess

Chapter 332 Have you eaten yet?
"It's you who take advantage of it, don't use emoticons for me."

Belmode typed quickly with his slender fingers and sent it.

Noriko Amamiya waited for a while after reading it, and Sister Bei sent another one.

"They were throwing diamonds at me, trying to puncture my tires, I'm a new car."

Noriko Amamiya was curious: "What car?"

"Lamborghini, stop talking."

After Belmode finished posting, there was no movement.

"It can be seen that Sister Bei's typing speed in English is much faster than that in Japanese. It is estimated that 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, when suddenly she saw two large semi-trailers ahead walking side by side from a distance.

I don't know if it's driving a fighting car or just sticking with each other intimately.

Noriko Amamiya loosened the accelerator and slowed down, looked at the location, left the high-speed central expressway in the urban area and walked more than halfway, and the road in front of him was the Gaodianshan District.

Belmode, who was behind, had already taken out a pistol from his bag on the co-pilot.

The first member of the pocket pistol family, Browning M1906 pocket pistol, 6.35 caliber, only slightly larger than a pack of cigarettes, Belmode also called it a pistol used by ladies.

Since the opponent wanted to puncture his own tire, Belmode was also politely preparing to shoot the opponent's tire.

But after looking at the tires of the opponent's Hummer pickup, and then at his own pocket pistol, Belmode felt that it was not good enough.

The Browning M1906 has sufficient self-defense capability within 30 meters.

Belmode put it back.

I took out a Walther ppk again.

7.62 mm, the effective range is 50m, the German police used to use the police gun, Hitler used this gun to commit suicide.

It is also the standard pistol of 007.

Belmode's red lips raised a sneer, and he lowered the car window and shot directly at the opponent's tire.

There was no sound of a flat tire, but the other party controlled the pickup and avoided it.

"Bulletproof tires? Do you think I'll give up and miss the shot?"

Belmode chuckled. She still had an S&W M36. She thought it was the world's most classic revolver, but it could fire large-caliber MAG bullets. I don't know if the other party's run-flat tires could withstand it.

Inside the Hummer pickup.

Sitting on the co-pilot, Cheese hurriedly ordered the driver to evade the moment he heard the gunshots. The bulletproof level of the pickup truck tires is very weak, and it is just luck that there is no puncture.

"The Japanese have nothing wrong with their brains, so they just drew their guns?!"

In the walkie-talkie, the balsamic vinegar hidden in the bucket was sprayed directly. If the other party shoots, he will definitely be the first to be hit.

Cheese's face was gloomy, and he thought about the consequences of showing his gun, and it was not worth it.

But when he glanced at the Lamborghini hanging behind him, his expression was extremely ugly. It was still a sports car produced by his hometown.

After looking at it, there are no other vehicles in the front and rear, and there is no camera capture location nearby.

"Vinegar, show your gun and warn the other party, don't shoot without my order."

"Roger that!"

The rear canvas of the Hummer pickup was lifted, and a thin figure of balsamic vinegar emerged, which seemed a bit out of place with the squad machine gun he was holding in his hand.

His muzzle was pointed at the Lamborghini, but he didn't fire. The warning was extremely strong.

Belmode frowned when he saw him coming up, and when he saw the machine gun, he intentionally shot him between the eyebrows, but faced the muzzle of the machine gun, he still gave up.

His Lamborghini is just a normal civilian version, and there is no bulletproof ability at all. Machine gun bullets sweep over it, and the glass and paper are no different.

Belmode turned on the fog lights twice, and directly slowed down to get away from the pickup.

"It's interesting to him."

Balsamic vinegar covered the canvas and explained the situation to the intercom.

"Walter ppk, the average Japanese would not choose this gun."

Cheese in the co-pilot's seat frowned, already hearing what the gunshot was.

If it 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 in the back? Is there a third party involved in this commission?"

"Keep chasing forward and see if we can block the Bentley Mulsanne ahead."

Even though he said so, he estimated in his heart that after being exhausted by the Lamborghini behind him for a long time, the Bentley Mulsanne was already much faster than them, and I am afraid that they have already fallen by a lot of distance.

Belmode, who was following the back door a little farther, raised his hand and sent Baili Tian a message.

Tell the past about the situation here.

Bailitian replied briefly, and Belmode frowned at the sight. Bailitian also encountered a situation, otherwise, how could she not say a word, but only a symbol.

Belmode looked at the pickup truck in front and at the canvas covered in the rear trunk, and a serious cold light flashed.

Since even the machine gun is drawn out, I am not polite.

"Although I really don't want to make this call."

Belmode dialed the phone and said directly: "Chianti, where are you and Cohen?"

There was sarcasm in Chianti's voice. She and Belmode had always been at odds, and she was very hostile to Belmode because of the Calvados matter: "Yo? Isn't this absinthe? Why did you call me all of a sudden? Haha? Maybe you need my help? Gin seems to have given you some mission."

Hearing her provocative tone, Belmode frowned, and was about to reply, but when he saw the message from Baileys, he sneered.

"Chianti, have you eaten?"

"???"

"Beep beep."

Belmode hung up the phone after asking, kicked the gas pedal and chased after him directly.

(End of this chapter)