Conan's Denial of Confession Chapter 332

"The mere class uses a machine gun, hurry up and catch up. I left a box on the side of the road, borrow the contents for you to use, remember to return it."

Amamiya Noriko sent a location to Sister Bei, took a long black box from the trunk and placed it outside the railing beside the emergency lane of the expressway.

Squad machine guns are now simply machine guns equipped with squad units, mostly light machine guns. In the future, there are plans to assign heavy machine guns to squad units, but now they are just light machine guns.

But pulling this thing out, is it a trump card?

"Although my car is fire-resistant, it probably can't stand the continuous fire of machine guns."

Anyway, I'll leave it to Sister Bei to deal with it later.

The accomplices that the killer organization used the walkie-talkie to contact still don't know where they are waiting.

"Boom—"

After Amamiya Noriko put down her things, she got in the car and continued to move at full speed with one foot of the accelerator.

It took a while to stop and put things away. After chasing for a while, I saw the two semi-trailers in front of me again. Finally, they didn't move forward side by side. Amamiya Noriko turned on the turn signal and stepped on the accelerator to prepare for overtaking.

The semi-trailer behind is a red container semi-trailer. It is very long and large, and the tires are double the tires of her car's four wheels plus tires.

"Most of these containers were opened from the port, probably from the Port of Tokyo."

Amamiya Noriko glanced around, turned the direction of the vehicle, and kept a distance when running alongside or overtaking the king's vehicle.

The blind spot of vision is relatively large, so she may not be able to see her car, or the driver may have poor eyesight.

This kind of large semi-trailer driver is almost always in a long-term fatigue driving state.

On the driver's seat of the red container semi-trailer.

A man with a stubborn beard had already seen this luxury car through the rearview mirror.

"Bentley, it's really ah ah ah-!!"

"Shh—"

The half-mounted front wheel suddenly turned, making a harsh sound from the rapid friction with the highway.

The whole car swerved towards the lane where the Bentley Mulsanne was.

Amamiya Noriko looked calm in the driver's seat of the Bentley Mulsanne. From the perspective of her car, she looked at the container half-hanging like a small flash dumped down.

Under the sharp turn, such a big car is already out of control under the action of inertia.

After the whole vehicle first hit the double guardrail between the vehicle and the target lane, the container behind the semi-trailer cab rolled over and fell down.

"Boom-!!"

As the container rolled over and hit the road, a loud sound resounded at high speed. With the sparks generated by the friction between the metal material and the road surface, the container slipped forward for a certain distance, leaving deep marks on the road.

As for the Bentley Mulsanne, which was originally sandwiched between the half-hang and the guardrail, it was intact at the rear.

Amamiya Noriko glanced at the deflection of the front wheel of the semi-trailer, and after successively applying the brakes to slow down the original acceleration, then applying the emergency brake, the speed receded and the direction turned and exited the gap.

The rollover of the semi-trailer did not completely block the road. The overturned container fell down and flattened the guardrail between this side and the opposite lane.

"It also packed a lot of goods to press me."

Amamiya Noriko calmly moved to the side lane and passed by the semi-trailer.

The second gear slipped slowly without the accelerator. Noriko Amamiya tilted her head to look at the driver's seat of the semi-trailer, because the front of the car didn't roll over, and the front of the car was too high to be seen.

"But it doesn't matter. It happened that you almost crushed me. I believe you are a passerby?"

Park the car in front of the semi-trailer.

Amamiya Noriko opened the door to get out of the car, put on gloves skillfully, lifted her foot on the pedal and climbed up to look at the cab.

"There are still airbags, luxury."

The large airbag took up a lot of space in the cockpit, and the driver, a middle-aged uncle, had already fainted.

Serious truck, who has an airbag?

The cockpit position of such large vehicles is basically relatively high, and it is one thing not to hit them.

Amamiya Noriko pulled the car door, locked it and couldn't open it.

With her strength, pulling forcibly only pulled the door handle off. The door of a cart can't be pulled open together by pulling the door handle forcibly.

"Broken window?"

Amamiya Noriko thought for a while.

The cockpit of the cart was in a high position, and the rear section of the car was hit and lost control, but the glass on the front of the car was not broken.

"It's not reasonable."

Amamiya Noriko raised her hand and smashed the window glass of the driver's seat.

The gloved hand patted the driver's face.

"Ow..."

The middle-aged uncle let out a whimper and suddenly opened his eyes.

Amamiya Noriko glanced at the red and swollen slap print on his face, and said without changing his face, "Who ordered you?"

"What, what are you talking about? My car seems to be out of control, and the steering wheel stuck to the side just now."

"Oh, really?"

Amamiya Noriko pressed his head back on the seat back with one hand, and reached out with the other hand to turn the steering wheel, and found that it was indeed stuck.

This is indeed the case for ordinary people. If she increases her strength and continues to turn, it is estimated that the steering wheel shaft will crack.

Amamiya Noriko moved her nose and narrowed her eyes to look at him.

"It smells of alcohol."

The middle-aged uncle embarrassedly touched his bald head: "Because I was too sleepy, I just had two drinks in the service area..."

Amamiya Noriko raised her hand and patted the roof of the car, and asked casually, "Are you still pulling goods last night?"

"Yes, yes, life is very stressful. I have an 80-year-old mother and a few children to support. How can you be a young lady like you..."

The middle-aged uncle said sincerely, and suddenly found that the woman in a suit was looking at him with mentally retarded eyes.

"Your reason has already been played to death, do you know?"

"what?"

Uesugi Shou looked bewildered.

He cursed in his heart. He finally came up with the reason. Moreover, he had indeed raised an old man in name and subsidized a few children in the orphanage, because only then did he meet the conditions of those people, and it should have been perfect.

Who is the first to get there? !

"It's okay, you'll know when you go to another world."

Amamiya Noriko comforted and said, if you dare to say that you have an 80-year-old mother and a few-year-old child to support, I will dare to sentence you to death.

Uesugi Shou's face didn't change, but he still looked like he didn't know why: "What are you talking about? You can't blame me for losing control of the car! You can't privately execute yourself, right?!"

"Do you still want to quibble?" Amamiya Noriko sneered on Chieda Riho's face and pointed to his co-pilot's position: "What do you say about that walkie-talkie?"

Uesugi Shou's eyes widened, and he couldn't help turning his head to look. He should have disposed of the walkie-talkie—

"Snapped--"

Amamiya Noriko slapped him unceremoniously, and Uesugi Shou immediately realized that he was in trouble.

"Miss I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

Amamiya Noriko's hand touched the roof of the car and pulled down the frame of the car roof.

It bent down visibly to the naked eye, and the glass residue left on the window fell sparsely.

It took a while to smash and distort all the shapes of the doors and windows. If the door could not be opened, the squashed and deformed windows could not come out. The middle-aged uncle was directly locked in the cockpit.

"This person is basically an accomplice of the killer organization, and judging from his reaction, he undoubtedly knows the walkie-talkie."

Amamiya Noriko took off her gloves, put them back in the car, took out her mobile phone, called the police, and briefly explained the situation here.

As Miss Amamiya's personal bodyguard, she is very sure and certain that this overturned container semi-trailer caused these accidents to attack her eldest lady.

At present, the prisoner has been trapped on the highway section, please send someone to deal with it immediately.

The operator didn't know what the situation was or what the Amemiya consortium represented, but it sounded like it was an attack on the rich lady.

"We will send police officers here immediately, please stay where you are!"

"OK."

After Kiko Amamiya responded, she drove away.

She asked the police to deal with it so she wasn't going to waste time here.

"There are still people in the killer organization."

"On the pickup that Sister Bei saw, the main driver and the co-pilot, there were three people in the car, one here was Japanese, and those on Sister Bei's side were all Europeans."

"There are three European talents emerging now."

Amamiya Noriko can think with her little finger that there are still people, so she wants to kill her after only three? Isn't this here to send hot heads?

Stepping on the accelerator and chasing forward for a while, after entering the mountain road, Amamiya Noriko saw another semi-trailer.

Amamiya Noriko, who had already anticipated it, stepped on the accelerator and chased after him recklessly, posing as if she was about to overtake.

But this time, the semi-trailer was very stable and squeezed the space for her to overtake at a constant speed, unlike the one in front of her that collided directly with the front.

"It's time to test your driving skills."

After applying the brakes twice in a row, Amamiya Noriko slowed down a bit, but the semi-trailer was too big. If she wanted to slow down and parallel her, she had to press on the accelerator.

"I'm hooked."

The foot that Amamiya Noriko had been putting on the accelerator and didn't press it all the way down ruthlessly stepped on it.

Bentley Mulshang's violent acceleration contrasted with the deceleration of the semi-trailer, and the front of the semi-trailer was almost dangerously close to the guardrail and passed over.

The container semi-trailer behind did not hit her and could not control its direction. It rubbed against the guardrail. The fragile guardrail could not withstand the care of such a tonnage truck, but finally stubbornly hit the whole car over the head. The semi-trailer belt overturned.

It was a bit more thorough than the previous one. All the containers behind the front strap rolled over.

And as the container slipped sideways, the high-speed here was blocked directly.

"That's the reason for the high-speed traffic jam."

Amamiya Noriko looked through the rearview mirror and didn't get out of the car this time.

This car is a bit miserable, the cockpit has suffered a lot of damage, and it is uncertain whether the driver can still live.

It's just that she didn't have time to take a few more glances at the back, and looked at the row of spiked traps in front of her. She had seen it in chicken eating. In reality, only a small number of Western countries use this thing to stop cars, and Japan basically doesn't use it.

Amamiya Noriko understood instantly.

This time the semi-trailer is going to block her way back.

Except for the front where most of the tires would be punctured in the past, there is only a one-way ramp with high speed.

"My tire exploded, who cares about you."

Amamiya Noriko accelerated and rushed straight ahead.

Explosion-proof does not mean that the tire will not burst, but even if it bursts, it can still be opened. Special metal strips are designed in the tire to keep the tire from being deformed even if it encounters the breakdown of artillery shrapnel. How far depends on the quality of the run-flat tires.

The military is a bit more powerful, but the same principle is used for civilian use, but the manufacturing aspect will not be so strict.

When passing through the spiked trap, Amamiya Noriko clearly felt that the vehicle lost control for a moment.

But she immediately turned the steering wheel and drove straight ahead.

The speed has dropped a lot. Originally, she didn't slow down much after passing the half-hang, and she still maintained a certain speed, but once she passed the spiked cash, the speed still dropped sharply.

Fortunately, it started fast.

At present, the best run-flat tires on the Kexue World side can only keep moving at a maximum speed of 80km/h after the tire is protected. If they persist at about 250 kilometers at most, the tires will not be able to support them, and they will start to become seriously unable to run on the ground. Go ahead.

She is not more than halfway to Osaka.

This route is about 500 kilometers from Tokyo to Osaka.

"My new car!!"

Amamiya Noriko was extremely unhappy, but compared to the ramp that the other party had reserved for her, she didn't know there was any danger, so it was obviously better to rush over directly.

After a normal tire is punctured like that, it is estimated that it will not run immediately, or even run out of control and crash to the side.

At that time, it will not be casually manipulated by them.

But her Bentley Mulsanne Versailles 65 Safety Edition of Noriko Amamiya is not so easy to get hold of.

But it's true that the speed is getting slower and slower.

As soon as Amamiya Noriko took hold of the steering wheel, she took out her phone and called Chieda Riho: "We were attacked. At least two of the four tires were punctured. Are there two spare tires in the car?"

"...No, where have you been? I'll send someone to meet you right away."

Chieda Riho heard that Kiko was attacked, and instantly realized that their chance was seen through by the other party. There was no danger in her Amamiya mansion, and she went to Kiko's side~www.mtlnovel.com~ As for Spare tire, no serious car will carry two spare tires.

Unless Noriko doesn't have those weapons, she can put one more.

"It's alright, I'll just ask. It's too late to arrange someone now. No need. If the other party catches up, then I'll draw my gun. Sister Qianzhi is ready to negotiate with the police."

Chieda Riho replied briefly, "Okay."

After finishing the call, she went straight to take off the makeup on her face. She was always in the yard in the appearance of Noriko, but the other party didn't even take the bait and went towards Noriko.

Fortunately, it is not the first time that Miss Amamiya has cooperated with the police once or twice. It is not the first time that Miss Amamiya has caused some casualties.

Amamiya Noriko controlled the steering wheel with one hand, while the other reached into the back seat to take the micro-chunk and put it on the co-pilot.

And the other party did not surprise her. After finding out that she had passed the spiked trap, she kept moving at a speed of more than 80 per hour, and could no longer sit still.

A motorcycle flew down from the mountain next to the expressway, and the black motorcycle went straight towards the Bentley Mulsanne.

With Amamiya Noriko's current speed of eighty, it's only a matter of time before she catches up.

Amamiya Noriko opened the skylight and threw a delayed flash bomb behind her.

"Please eat eggs."

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