Chapter 1138: Big Brother, the plastic bag here is too unfriendly~

Four districts of the waste terminal.
In front of the warehouse, a group of car owners left the room arrogantly.
Next to the building, next to the window where the gin, vodka is located, Takeda Misha squats on the wall, some spider silk spreads out from the body, and at the end is a plastic bag floating in the air.
In front of the window, the squirt gun was holding a sniper rifle, aiming at Akai Hideyuki from far away, and the finger pressed on the trigger with a sly smile on his face: "Goodbye, Akai Hide..."
The ginseng was not finished, and the Takeda Misha, who had been staring at him, immediately touched a spider silk, and then only listened to the sound of "啪", a plastic bag full of water stains and sludge flew from the air. So, "pia" went to the face of the gin, just blocking the sight of the gin.
"Oh..." next to the gin, Vodka looked at the plastic bag that "pia" was on the face of the gin and greeted the night wind in the rainy night. The mouth twitched twice and quickly took the piece. The plastic bag was torn from the gin and face, looking at the muddy water of the piano:
"Big brother... are you okay?"
Qin wine heard, eyelids jumped, vodka took out his handkerchief and handed it to the piano: "Big brother, hurry and wipe it, the mud water is flowing into your mouth, it is dirty... ..."
Knocking mouth twitching: "Vodka, shut up!~"
"Oh... okay, big brother!" Vodka nodded, then took the sniper rifle from the piano. "Big brother, slam the task of Akai Hideyuki, give it to me!"
"No!" Qinqin rubbed his face while chillingly rejecting it, while biting his teeth coldly, "...this guy, I have to solve it myself!"
When the gin was talking, suddenly felt the inside of the mouth groaning, and the vodka next to it screamed: "Big brother, there was mud flowing into your mouth..."
Qinqin listened to vodka's words, a pair of "you shut me up" look stunned vodka, then wiped his face with a handkerchief, and picked up the sniper rifle again, trying to aim at Akai Hideyoshi.
At this time, Takeda Meisha controlled a plastic bag, and "pia" reached the face of 42 yards of gin.
Vodka looked at this scene with some arrogance. After the ginqin was stiff, he put the plastic bag on his face aside, and then snorted with anger and snorted, "no evil", his face was not rubbed, and he was aiming again.
However, before the eyes of the gin, the eyes were close to the scope, and a series of plastic bags were flying in the air, one by one, "pia" to the face of the gin.
This time, the gin was completely frozen.
Next to the gin, the vodka glimpsed a little, and panicked all the plastic bags on the gin and the wine, and looked at the lyrics that were dull and doubtful about life. After a sigh of relief, he comforted: "Big brother... ... are you okay? Um... the plastic bag here is too unfriendly..."
The corner of the mouth of the wine twitched twice, turning to look at his mentally retarded younger brother: "Vodka, you shut me up!"
"Okay, big brother!"
Vodka responded with a gaze, then looked at the location of Akai Cheung Chevrolet, and frowned: "Big brother, it seems that someone is coming!"
......
The roadside of the waste terminal.
Aikawa showed a guitar case on the front cover of the car, quickly reassembling the sniper rifle with both hands, then looked down at the guitar case and slammed the sniper rifle "pia" into the front cover. On - Nima! How can there be so many screws inside this guitar case? !
These screws are not always fixed? How come all the special things fall today? Who is this ghost?
Akai Hidei was a little collapsed. Suddenly, he only heard the sound of the car behind him.
Aikawa showed a slight glimpse, then gently plunged into his arms, grabbed the pistol, and shook it twice. After confirming that the pistol did not fall apart, he looked at the car behind him with vigilance.
On the road, three cars from far and near, when they drove to the side of Akai Hide, suddenly stopped. Then eight people walked down from the car and walked to Aki Hideyuki with a look of joy: "Mr. Akai? You really Is it here? It’s great!

Aizu Hidei stayed for a while, and his brow wrinkled: "You are..."
"I am Tyson!" The person in front of the newspaper self-reported, "Mr. Akai, I am an agent of the FBI in Tokyo. Now I follow the Judy search officer and monitor Belmod. Today I happen to know that the organization is going to ambush here. You, so ordered to come to support..."
"What?" Akai showed a surprised face, thoughtfully turned to look at the location of the four quarters of the dock, and then asked, "Is the message from Belmore? Thank you, Judy, Otherwise, I will have to plant them in their traps..."
Aizu Hidei fell, and the FBI agent next to him laughed: "Your message in Cupomachi was indeed heard from Belmore. However, listening to the Judy search officer said that the specific location here. It was the last time someone who threw information to you in the black organization Tokyo District told her... that person claimed to be 'Golden Scorpion Throat', do you have an impression?"
"Ha? Jin Zizi throat treasure?" Akai Hidei is a bit aggressive -
Mommy! Who can tell him, what is this ghost?
In other words, his encounter with this evening seems to be unusually different...
......
Four districts of the waste terminal.
Vodka looked at the distance with a telescope, and said quickly in the mouth: "Big brother, those in the car are talking to Akai, they should all be FBI people! What do we do next?"

Is it FBI?
Qinqin wiped his face again and his face was cold. He pressed the speech button of the lower-talking walkie-talkie.
...Chianti, Calvados, Cologne, this ambush came out a lot. Unexpectedly, with the vigilance of Akai Hideyoshi, we have no chance. Now that they haven’t come yet, we have to drive away and be stung by these stinky mice. It’s also very annoying...

The voice of the gin was dropped, and the voice of Calvados came quietly: "Would you drive away? But, the gin, our car seems a bit uncomfortable..."
"Well? What are you talking about?" Qin wine has a strange face.
Two minutes later, in a corner next to the warehouse, gin, vodka, Chianti, Coron, Calvados and others looked far away at the trailer that was stuck in their parking alley, and directed the trailer. The palace of the Porsche 356A of the gin is dragged onto the wagon, and the painting style is broken into slag.
"Big, big, big, big brother, that is the policewoman, our car..."
Vodka stuttered, and Chianti snorted "Damn" and took out the pistol: "Don't dare to drag our car! Gin, let's kill them!"
Chianti said, "Qindi cold channel: "Chianti, don't be impulsive. Now the FBI people are nearby, kill these slivers, and if the police are blocked, we will be very troublesome, don't make extra money!"
"Ha?" Chianti is somewhat dissatisfied. "What do we do?"
Qin wine looked at his beloved Porsche 356A deeply, and then looked up at the sky with melancholy, biting his teeth:
"Let's go! The car is gone!"