"track?!"
The Asian-faced CIA exclaimed, looking like he had never seen the world.
"Don't make a fuss, CIA." Chiaki said in a cold tone, "If you run away from them, you may miss your flight, but I plan to do this."
There was no need to ask for their opinion, but he had to explain it beforehand.
Qian Mu Liangchen observed the situation through the car's rearview mirror. He had seen the taxi with dried yellow mud splashed on its side three times.
At the same time, Qian Mu Liangchen freed up one hand to operate his mobile phone, clicked on the call record, and contacted his colleagues.
"Mr. Tianyu, someone is following you. The license plate number is..."
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"Okay, okay." Qianmu Liangchen agreed.
After hanging up the communication, at the next intersection, Qian Mu Liangchen suddenly turned the steering wheel and turned to the side road.
His movements were quite violent, and the two passengers in the back seat were not wearing seat belts. One fell forward to the right, and the other's head came into close contact with the glass, making a violent sound.
"Ouch!"
And behind them, the taxi followed closely. The people following them no longer care about exposing themselves.
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The glass window was rolled down, and what stuck out was the black muzzle of the gun.
"boom--!"
Qianmu Liangchen heard the sound and identified the position, turned the steering wheel violently, and drew a snake shape on the ground, which made him almost rush into the pedestrian street. Bullets whizzed past the car, leaving deep scratches.
The crowd screamed and fled in all directions. Most of them had experience living in Tokyo, and they escaped quickly and methodically, and some even took photos and videos. Qianki Liangchen even saw a flash of light.
There was an intersection ahead. Qianmu Liangchen ran through the red light without slowing down and plunged into the rolling traffic on the left. He found another way and traveled backwards at a crazy speed.
In the chaos, cars crashed one after another and horns blared. Qian Mu's good work caused the road to be paralyzed.
Seeing Qian Mu Liangchen and the others driving in the opposite direction, the taxi followed them in the forward lane. Because the forward speed was faster, the distance between them was constantly shortening.
The pursuer fired again, and there were two bullet marks on the rear glass of the car. Qian Muliangchen ignored them.
"We're almost overtaken!" the CIA in the back seat shouted to Qian Muyangtatsu, his voice as high-pitched as a child's scream.
I have to say, these two guys are quite noisy. Qianki Liangchen hated that his actions were questioned again and again.
Two or three hundred meters later, Qian Muliangchen saw the fork in the road.
This was also the reason why he chose to drive in the opposite direction. There was a cement guardrail in the middle of the road, which was so tight that it could withstand the impact of a large truck. If those chasing them wanted to keep up, they would have to make a long detour.
The steering wheel was swung hard again, and the passengers in the back seat smashed against the glass like two bags of potatoes. It must be said that their cries of pain made Qian Mu Liangchen feel happy.
Qian Muliangchen entered the entrance. He was driving in a remote and desolate direction, and an unfinished building appeared at the edge of his field of vision.
The fewer passers-by, the less damage they can cause. At the same time, the more places they can cooperate with the winery's actions... Their goal is to capture them alive.
"We...we got rid of those people?" Another blond CIA asked.
"should be."
Qianmu Liangchen nodded slightly. At this moment, the communication from the police station came again, and Qianmu Liangchen opened the call.
"How's it going over there?"
"Leave them behind for now, where will we-"
"Boom!"
Something jumped out from the slender pedestrian street on the side and crashed into them so fast that they couldn't even see the afterimage. Under the violent impact, Qian Mu Liangchen felt that half of his body was numb.
He barely held the steering wheel steady to prevent the car from turning over. At the same time, he stepped on the accelerator and sped forward.
It was a motorcycle. After the collision, the handlebar of the motorcycle got stuck on the deformed rearview mirror. There was no one on the motorcycle because their captors were elsewhere—
"boom--"
Another bullet came from a very far distance and successfully hit their tires. The car inevitably lost control at high speed. At the same time, in front of them, another car was speeding up.
This time it was inevitable.
Before he was about to collide with the car in front of him, Qianmu Liangchen stepped on the brakes first and then released his seat belt.
At the same time, he opened the car door that had been deformed in the previous impact - luckily, the door was not stuck.
In this situation, the two people in the back seat were already the prey of the winery. Instead of thinking about how to escape with them, it was better to think about how to protect themselves.
Qianmu Liangchen lowered his head and tried to get out of the driver's seat. At this moment, he felt severe pain in his abdomen. It was a gun, a bullet, and the sniper who broke the tire was aiming at him again.
The man wanted to blow his head off, but just in time, he got out of the car and stood up. In the misplaced position, it was his abdomen that suffered.
The person who was sniping at him at this time could not cooperate to beat the time difference. Qian Mu Liangchen could not help but break out in a cold sweat. Gin really wanted to kill him, just like that time at the bomb factory.
Do these guys really want to develop him into an undercover agent?
Thoughts were swirling, but only a few seconds had passed in reality when the car and Qianki Liangchen's car collided violently. Qianmu Liangchen, who got off first, got on the motorcycle that was stuck on the rearview mirror. He lowered his head suddenly, and the bullet flew past his scalp again.
Fortunately, this motorcycle is produced by a winery and is of high quality, so it can withstand such abuse.
Qian Mu Liangchen endured the pain in his abdomen, increased the accelerator to the maximum, and climbed the motorcycle into the air.
The tires with staggered patterns can provide enough friction. The motorcycle follows the smooth surface of the car and then flies away.
Then he fell to the ground with a tremor.
Qian Mu Liangchen made dangerous zigzags on the dusty road. The motorcycle was more agile, and the sniper could not locate him under the rapid movement.
He managed to escape under such harsh conditions. Of course, thanks to this motorcycle, otherwise it would be a complete turtle in the urn.
As for the two CIAs, it seems they can only be the prey of the organization. I don’t know how the public security side should explain...
At this moment, Qian Muliangchen heard a deafening explosion behind him. The car that trapped the CIA seemed to have been irreversibly damaged by successive collisions, and was destroyed in the surging black smoke and flames.
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"The one doing the sniping should be Rye Whiskey." Tsumugi Kawakami made his own judgment, "The eight hundred yards are famous in the organization, so the person who comes must be Gin."
As for whether Gin will be found? Kawakamiji gave a negative answer. Driving a motorcycle requires two hands, and Qianki Liangchen's upper body was almost soaked in blood, which showed that he was far away from the scene of the accident.
No matter how slow the police were in dispatching the police, they should have arrived after such a long time. In other words, the probability that Gin would continue to hold on to Barolo was slim.
But just to be on the safe side, we still have to do some disguise...
Kawakami unbuttoned his windbreaker and began to take out scattered items from the inner pocket: plastic products similar to shoe covers, a women's portable makeup case, and a small ball of wig.
He first clamped the box with his legs, put the shoe cover-like thing on his head, and put a wig on the outside. After doing his hair, he opened his makeup box.
Qianki Liangchen stared at Kawakami Tsumugi, seemingly shocked by the flowing movements.
"How did the car explode?" Kawakami asked while changing his appearance.
"This is really strange, I don't know." Qian Mu Liangchen shook his head.
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