When the double black penetrates the if line

"The key now should not be the matter of being interrupted." Nakahara Nakaya glanced at Osamu Dazai and felt that his expression was a bit too scary. After thinking about it, he said, "The key now should be , how do we get rid of the car behind us?"

"How else can I get rid of it?" Bai Lan said while driving, "Of course it's a drag car."

"But the streets in Italy are not suitable for such fast speed racing, and it will soon be six o'clock. At that time, residents should all get up and get ready to go to work. There must be many other vehicles on the road, and you can't go fast if you want to go racing. " Nakahara said calmly, "...do you have a gun?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, violent human beings." Bai Lan clicked his tongue, but still pulled out a handful of small guns from under the car seat and threw them to Zhongyuan Zhongye, "Be careful, there are only six bullets in it, and when they are used up, they will be fired." Gone."

"Okay." Hong Kong and Hei's training in all aspects is very strict, especially for a person in the Central Plains who trains himself with almost harsh standards, his marksmanship is naturally impeccable.

"Try to make as few turns as possible, and keep a slightly steady speed." Nakahara Zhong also turned around, knelt down on the back seat, opened the window and squinted his eyes to aim at the Porsche behind him, "As long as I can explode Drop their tires..."

"Okay, no problem." Bai Lan's driving skills are quite good. He manipulated the steering wheel so that the two cars were almost on the same straight line without slowing down or even slightly increasing the speed.

Gin in the car behind them must have seen the black muzzle protruding from the car window, because before Zhong Yuanzhong could aim and pull down the wooden bin lever, the bullet popped out of the chamber. It was from them that the voice first sounded.

"They are also shooting at us, be careful." Dazai Osamu watched the bullets flying through the air outside his window, and reminded, "And their equipment seems to be better, and the range is slightly longer than your gun."

"Clear." Nakahara supported himself by the window sill with one hand, raised his pistol with the other hand, and fired three bullets directly at the car behind him.

The first two shots were not aimed, but when the third bullet flew out, Zhongyuan Zhong could also see that the Porsche behind slipped on the road, and the speed slowed down significantly.

"Should have been hit." Zhongyuan Zhong also retracted his pistol, but did not return to his original position, but kept that posture and looked out the window, "It seems to be the front wheel on the right. After being hit by me, it began to leak. Gas, they probably can't catch up with us."

"...Fuck."

Nakahara couldn't help but utter a dirty word from his mouth. Hearing this, Osamu Dazai turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"...Damn it, they actually have spares." Zhong Yuan looked behind him and said viciously.

"The spare tire is nothing." Bai Lan drove the car wholeheartedly, without looking at the rear, "By the time they change the tire, we've already gone to the Vengley headquarters."

Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth: "It's not a spare tire."

"...Isn't it the spare tire?" Osamu Dazai's expression was a little bit wrong now, he stood up, glanced back, and couldn't help but uttered the same obscenity, "Wait, motorcycle? Where are they?" The thing that came?!"

"Oh, I almost forgot." Without waiting for anyone else to answer, Osamu Dazai immediately replied to himself, "The Black Organization is still a transnational and worldwide black organization, although it is said that Peng Ge is the head here in Italy. It’s a mafia, but there’s always a branch of the black organization. It’s not easy to provide a few motorcycles on the side of the road.”

"What should we do now?" Nakahara Nakaya still stared closely behind him, "The two killers from the black organization seem to have started chasing us again, and their motorcycles are very good, there is a high probability that they can shorten the length of time." the distance between us."

"...Don't your Hong Kong gangsters have a branch assistant here?" Bai Lan just finished his question, but he was denied by himself, "No, no, no, I am stupid, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters in this world How can I go against you two, how could I come over to help you?"

"So, why are you two alone among so many forces?"

"Hehe." Osamu Dazai sneered twice, "Do you regret it?"

"It's a little bit." Bai Lan nodded and admitted, and then quickly turned to the side into a small road, "They seem to be carrying guns, since they can't beat them in a fast car, let's run to the small alley first."

"Is there no one living in this area?" Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the smaller and smaller roads, and the almost deserted houses on both sides, which seemed uninhabited at a glance, and asked, "Is there such a place in Italy?"

"There are places similar to slums everywhere." Bai Lan replied while driving the car deeper into the alley, "But this one is not like that, but because it is being demolished recently, all users have moved out gone."

"But now it's too early at five o'clock in the morning, and the construction team hasn't arrived yet, so it looks like it's deserted."

"That's okay." Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded.

The gin and vodka behind them seemed to be aware of their intentions, and now dense bullets began to fly past the window, hitting the surrounding walls and houses.

"It's best to get down," Bai Lan reminded, "to prevent stray bullets from flying in through the rear window."

"...No, no need now."

Together with Bai Lan's voice, the car paused for an instant.The sound of the tires slipping could also be heard in Zhongyuan. Bright sparks flashed between the ground and the tires. The whole car slid forward for a moment, breaking away from the original straight and stable route, killing all the people in the car. All thrown forward.

Then the speed of the car began to slow down significantly, and the roaring sound of the engine could even be heard. It was Bai Lan stepping on the accelerator to the maximum.

But even that couldn't save the fact that the car was starting to slow down.

You can guess what happened without even looking at Zhong Yuanzhong: "...our tire was hit."

"Oh, yes." Bai Lan sighed, "It's a pity that this is still my favorite car. I just bought it not long ago. The performance ratio is so good, but the tire has already been broken."

"It's meaningless to go on like this. It's better to hide in the alley and fight guerrilla warfare. Jump out of the car." Osamu Dazai said coldly.

He opened the door beside him, and before the car stopped completely, he jumped out of the car.

Chuya Nakahara jumped out of the car less than a second after Osamu Dazai disappeared. Bai Lan in the driver's seat couldn't help but sighed again, touched the new car he had just bought, and then jumped out of the car. jumped out.

"As far as I know, you probably don't have much strength." Osamu Dazai supported Chuya Nakahara who jumped down, glanced at the criss-cross alleys in front of him, and said to Bai Lan, "It's better to run away together than to separate. Chuya and I distract these people from the Black Organization and get rid of them, as for you—"

Osamu Dazai's eyes paused on Bai Lan for a moment, then he nodded towards another alley in a completely different direction, and said, "You and us part ways, the most important thing is to protect yourself, if you encounter any uncontrollable unexpected situation Just call us on your phone."

Having said this, Osamu Dazai paused for a moment, and then left a last sentence meaningfully: "I and Zhongye will get well soon, and we will come to you after we have settled the matter with the Black Organization."

"I hope that at that time, I can get all the information about Fei Jia in this world from you, including his recent actions, scope of activities, and whether he has established any organization."

"—and, finally, his present seat in Italy."

"No problem." Bai Lan smiled, her tone was very reliable, "You go, although I am currently in charge of intelligence, but my self-protection ability is quite good, there will be no accidents of dying first, you guys Don't worry."

"Okay." Osamu Dazai nodded at him, and then walked into another alley with Nakahara Chuya.

Bai Lan hid herself in the shadows, listening to their footsteps gradually going away, and after a while, the roar of two locomotives gradually approached, and after a short pause, they turned towards Osamu Dazai and Nakahara Nakaya in the same direction.

It wasn't until all the voices were too far away that she couldn't hear clearly that Bai Lan slowly walked out of her hiding place, turned around and walked towards the alley where she was supposed to go.

However, before he could take a step, the originally empty alley was blocked by another person.

The same white-haired boy was standing at the entrance of the alley, his eyes were fixed on Bai Lan, and a hunting instinct like a wild beast gradually emerged in his eyes.

"It's Bailan." Atsushi Nakajima said word by word, the tiger-like marks gradually appearing on his cheeks, "I'm very sorry, but our leader told me that we must bring you back to him. Let you and anyone be released again."

"—at any cost."