Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

Boom!

Because of the strong collision between the two cars, the bodies of Taketori Che and Takeshi Yamamoto in the co-pilot seat beside him fell forward involuntarily, but they were pulled back to their original positions by the safety belt in an instant.And the impact wasn't strong enough to deploy the Ferrari's airbags.

Facts proved that Taketori Che's judgment was not wrong. The vehicle blocking the road in front had been knocked crooked, and the front of the car was pushed against the guardrail on the left.

At this time, Takeshi Yamamoto, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, suddenly smiled and asked, "Miss Harada, do you want to help?"

Taketori Che took a look at him, felt that this person was extremely enthusiastic, and immediately admired him even more, "No need, you are a distinguished guest from afar, and I am the person sent by the company to meet you, so I will naturally handle these small things well."

"Hahahahaha, Ms. Harada is really reliable! Then I'll wait and see." Saying this, Yamamoto actually closed his eyes and continued humming along with the radio, as if he didn't intend to care about the pursuit of him. !

The red Ferrari let out a violent engine roar, Taketori Che turned the head of the car, ignoring the shocked eyes of many people around him, he accelerated and passed the damaged car.

At that second, she rolled down the window of the passenger seat on the left, pulled out a black Uzbek miniature submachine gun from her jacket, and pointed the gun with one hand at the car that was close at hand. The two grinned with white teeth.

The astonishing malice and bloody aura exploded at the same time in an instant!

The mercenary, who suppressed his murderous nature and had been hiding for many days, showed his fangs without warning at that seemingly random second!

Bullets slipped in front of the black-haired guest with closed eyes, and a dozen metal shell casings clanged and fell on the precious carpet of the sports car, making a little crisp crashing sound, but the price was——the car that dared to block the road. The side window was shattered, and blood was splashed all over the car with precise bullet holes.

The two unrecognizable corpses inside fell sideways. Obviously, in less than a second when the two cars passed by just now, they lost their lives.

Takeshi Yamamoto opened his eyes and looked at the rolled down car window on his left, feeling the fresh smell of blood in the wind, seemed to be silently admiring such a crisp and neat method of killing, and immediately began to close his eyes and rest his mind.

Taketori Che withdrew his gun, pressed the steering wheel with one hand to steer the vehicle forward, and muttered softly, "That bastard Tsushima is really willing to spend his money..."

"What?" Yamamoto asked softly, "Miss Harada is talking about the fact that the outer shell of this car has been replaced with bulletproof materials?"

"Hey, that's right. Mr. Yamamoto has good eyesight."

"Hahaha, great prize!" The black-haired young man accepted the compliment with a hearty smile.

Inside the sports car, the song style of the Red Bones band became more and more brisk, and the voice of the male singer became brighter and more relaxed after being washed by expensive imported audio equipment. , with a festive black sense of humor.

Taketori Che glanced at the cars that were chasing after him through the rear-view mirror, one, two... Well, there were actually five cars.

There was obviously more than one person in these cars, because this group of lunatics who committed crimes in the downtown area had rolled down the windows one after another, pointed their guns at the rear of the red Ferrari they were in, and opened fire in unison!

What's more, she even climbed out from the sunroof, exposing most of her body on the roof of the car, and at the same time, a real machine gun was aimed at her!

"I always think that our company should strictly control the underground arms market in Yokohama!" Taketori Che complained, "How can such dangerous battlefield weapons appear in the urban area of ​​Yokohama? Shout something like 'Allahu Akbar!'?"

Takeshi Yamamoto listened to the song with his eyes closed. Although he didn't know what she was talking about, he still nodded: "It makes sense. It's wrong to take a gun to the streets, and you should be fined."

"That's right!" Taketori Che said aggressively, "A fine!"

——Better give all the money to her, the victim!

At the same time, the girl stretched out the weapon in her hand from the car window on her side without looking at it, and threw a full shuttle of bullets at the machine gunner!

The bold machine gunner couldn't dodge in time, or he didn't expect that the driver in the sports car would risk being shot at any time to fight back against him, so there were seven or eight bleeding wounds all over his body in an instant. He fell back into the car.

"Bang bang bang!"

More bullets hit the car window on Taketori's right in an instant, but she raised it back to its original position at the critical moment, leaving white marks on the bulletproof glass, but it did not break.

At this time, an extremely fast gray car gradually approached the rear of the red sports car. The gray car made a strange sound of engine rotation. Obviously, this car was also a modified product.

Taketori Che glanced coldly at the rear mirror, wanting to compare modifications?bring it on!

She accelerated, stepped on the accelerator completely, and walked left and right on the densely packed street!

To be honest, doing so requires not only strong eyesight, extraordinary judgment and physical coordination, but also rich experience in drag racing, otherwise a careless operation will hit the vehicle in front and cause unnecessary obstacles.

Turn left, speed up, turn right, speed up again, cross the zebra crossing, run a red light, avoid pedestrians, and bypass oncoming vehicles——Ferrari's excellent performance is fully reflected in this chase.

But Taketori Che's good luck seemed to come to an end, because soon, the double-decker bus and a large truck full of steel bars in front of him were blocked!

Ferrari couldn't find an opportunity to overtake and had to slow down slightly.

Seeing that the opportunity was rare, the gray car in the back also turned ruthless, rampaging, and accelerated towards it without any scruples—seeing that the distance between the two cars was getting closer and closer, 30 meters, 20 meters, ten meters...

The crisis was crazily approaching, and Taketori Che could even see the hideous expressions and the black muzzle of the two people in the rear car through the rear-view mirror!

But Taketori Che's expression was the same as before, without the slightest fear or excitement.

She was just bored as if she had to clock in at work every day.

The girl glanced at the route plan with only one road ahead on the GPS monitor, thinking in her heart that if she remembered correctly, there should be a narrow alley that was not registered in the satellite navigation 18 meters ahead...

Om-!

The gray modified car let out a roar of acceleration, and seemed to have the idea of ​​breaking the boat, and bumped straight into it!

At the same moment, Taketori Che slammed the steering wheel calmly, the red sports car slammed on the brakes and drifted to the right road at the same time, a dark alley magically appeared in front of the people in the car, and the Ferrari rushed Go in, avoid the road and the speeding pursuer!

The rubber tires rubbed harshly against the road surface, leaving two bright and narrow black marks.

"hiss!"

The screech of the tires was so loud that both of them could hear it clearly in the well-insulated sports car, but no one disputed it.

Because in the sudden sharp turn and drift just now, the gray car behind was unable to slow down, and hit the steel plate of the big truck with its head, causing the joint of the steel plate to be damaged—the big iron door fell heavily, and the inside slipped instantly. Dozens of steel bars were like arrows falling from the sky, piercing the gray vehicle to death in the blink of an eye!

It is conceivable that the two racers inside have been made into freshly baked skewers at this time.

"Mr. Yamamoto, do you want to eat oden tonight?" Taketori Che didn't care about this extremely bloody scene, but was still thinking about joking with the guests.

"Eh? It depends on the arrangement of your company's organizer...I don't mind, hahahaha."

The two of them hadn't finished talking and laughing when the rest of the vehicles turned angrily and rushed towards the alley.And the previous car with the machine gun had a new operator, lying on the roof and frantically pulling the trigger at the red Ferrari.

"Tattoo!"

Rows of holes hit the Ferrari's bulletproof casing, leaving countless white marks. However, in the golden-red gun flames and the flying metal discarded bullet casings, the bulletproof material began to show a tendency to be weak and about to shatter.

As an old driver who was hunted down by the police and FBI for many years in Los Santos, Taketori is keenly aware that Ferrari's bulletproof capability is approaching its limit. After all, this is a luxury sports car, not a land battle tank... This is also the real reason why she had to take risks to deal with the machine gunner as soon as possible.

"boom!"

A strange, somewhat crisp sound of gunfire entered Taketori Che's ears, and accompanied by the sound of gurgling water, her complexion finally turned sour.

"Damn, the fuel tank is broken! How can I go back and explain to that bastard!"

... In fact, there is no need to give any explanations. Presumably, when Tsushima Hazang entrusted the car keys to her, he must have considered the possibility and consequences of the car being completely reimbursed.

It's just that in this kind of hail of bullets, a damaged and leaking fuel tank is undoubtedly extremely dangerous.Any sparks splashing down will create a fireball that burns and explodes rapidly, sending all the passengers inside directly to the sky.

——Taketori Che has seen this kind of lesson from the past a lot.

And Takeshi Yamamoto, who was listening to the song relaxedly, slowly opened his eyes, pressed a delicately designed ring on his finger, observed the scene thoughtfully, and said to her: "I'm sorry, I'll trouble Miss Harada to turn over the car later." Send me your insurance policy, and I will ask our company to reimburse you—after all, these people should come to hunt me down."

Taketori Che, who originally thought that the car would be gone if it was gone, quickly thought of at least five ways to embezzle and profit from it, and smiled instantly: "Okay! No problem!"

In this case, even if Ferrari has no losses, she will forcefully create more losses to cheat money!Hahaha!

The oil-spilling Ferrari didn't stop. At this moment, Taketori Che's vision brightened. It turned out that they had rushed out of the alley and returned to another sunny road.The cars behind also rushed out like lightning, but before the pursuers could make any further moves, the red sports car in their sight suddenly slammed on the brakes, and at the same time hit the steering wheel to death!

The rubber tire once again drew a perfect semicircle of black marks on the ground, but this time, the front of the Ferrari showed a 180° turn, and it turned out to be a retrograde posture on the road with one enemy four!

Too embarrassing!

The machine gunner and many pursuers were completely enraged, and they opened fire crazily, regardless of the cost.But how could Taketori Che, who had already made up his mind to lie to the car insurance, care about such a small scene?

The windshield of the car was instantly shattered by the intensive firepower, and countless cracks quickly emerged.Not to mention the red bonnet that was blown away in an instant and flew backwards like garbage!

But Taketori Che suddenly took a long, deep breath at one second. She breathed slowly but steadily, as if she wanted to inhale all the bloody and explosive breath in the air into her lungs.

Her lungs were filled with air, and her spirit and concentration were suddenly lifted to the highest level...but it was still far from the hell she had experienced back then.

"call--"

Taketori Che exhaled a slightly scorching turbid air.

But Takeshi Yamamoto looked at her twice in surprise, because in the eyes of the Rain Guardian of the Pengo Lie family, the black-skinned girl driving the car seemed to be different at this moment.

It's like...the magma surging deep in the earth is finally about to erupt violently.

Boom boom boom!

Even though the windshield was covered with cracks and the front could no longer be seen, miraculously, the memory of all the vehicles, all the pursuers and weapons quietly emerged in Taketori Che's mind.

The corresponding avoidance route map is also generated naturally.

She rolled down the windows on both sides, held the previous micro-shooter with one hand, let go of the steering wheel with the other hand, and pulled out another Luger pistol hidden in her coat.

Whoa!

The windshield was suddenly shattered by bullets from the outside, and countless glass shards fell into the inside and outside of the car!

However, at this second, at this moment that no one expected, Taketori Che shot.

Her hands were steady and her heart was calm. She shot bullets into the air one by one, but her eyes were like the insignificant sparks of ashes at the end of the abyss.

This is Taketori Che, a young mercenary code-named "SpongeBob SquarePants".

This is - the marksmanship honed by her for 11 years.

The evaluation given by the book "Out of Control Life" of the girl's own ability is as follows:

[Gun proficiency (active skill, LV3): In modern society, there are no primitive people who don't know this kind of weapon, let alone mercenaries who eat this kind of food.85% of the people in this world can't beat you at this.

You are a master of guns. When you hold it, the gun is a part of your body. It is your sword, your shield, and your...life. 】

Bang bang bang!

The red Ferrari passed through the chasing and intercepting of the four cars like lightning, and behind it was still dragging the cars that were splashed from time to time and crashed by the instant explosion.

The wind blew, bringing with it a strong smell of blood and gunpowder smoke, making Taketori Che a little dazed, as if he had returned to the battlefield back then.

"Excellent Miss Harada!" Takeshi Yamamoto let go of the hand holding the ring as if nothing had happened, and began to applaud her little seal with a smile, "Have you practiced sword skills?"

"I've practiced a little bit." Taketori Che put away the gun modestly and held the steering wheel. The strong wind blew head-on, making the hair of the two dance wildly, but it couldn't hide the killer's mutual admiration.

Takeshi Yamamoto saw through the little girl's modesty, but just smiled broadly.

At that moment just now, what he saw didn't seem to be a master of driving skills and a master of marksmanship to fight against the enemy with the power of pressing the bottom of the box. It was more like a ronin walking in the rivers and lakes in ancient times when faced with the encirclement of many enemies, suddenly drew his sword and then The look of confidently withdrawing the knife was amazing.

Takeshi Yamamoto, who mastered the family-inherited swordsmanship school and was known as one of the two great swordsmen of the Pengelie family, at this moment actually had some impulsive thoughts of wanting to join hands with him.

——If the port mafia even has the strength of a random grassroots member, he really wants to persuade A Gang to consider reaching a deeper cooperation with this local organization when he goes back.

He closed his eyes again with a smile, and sighed: "The sea breeze in Yokohama—it's really comfortable to blow!"

The smoked red Ferrari passed through layers of defense nets all the way under the shocked commentary of the guards outside the port mafia, and finally arrived at the downstairs of the headquarters building.

Zhongyuan Zhongya, who was wearing a black top hat, had originally brought his men to greet the special envoy of the Pengo Lie family. In the end, he stared blankly at the windshield full of gun holes, irreversible white marks, and cracks. Glass, missing hoods, leaking rear fuel tanks, dented flat tires, cracked bumpers...and many more scars that break the hearts of car lovers.

This car... I seem to have seen it somewhere?he thought obsessively.

At this time, Takeshi Yamamoto in a suit got out of the car and smiled at him with a refreshed face: "Your Excellency is Mr. Nakahara, right? I am Takeshi Yamamoto. Come!"

"Welcome, I have long admired Mr. Yu Shou's name." Zhong also walked down the steps and shook hands with him politely, and then accidentally saw Bamboo jumping down from the driver's seat in desperation, trying to get away Take Che.

The cadre of the port mafia, the real owner of the red Ferrari - finally blows up.

"why is it you again!!!"