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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0206_part_03
Chapter 410
chapter 0206 part 3
If it weren't for his insistence, with Jirō Yashida's Personality, he would never have installed Bulletproof Glass on the Land Rover.
Unexpectedly, it saved his Life now.
"Drive faster!"
Jirō Yashida yelled at the Driver, glaring fiercely behind him, gritting his teeth and vowing:
"Damn it, no matter who it is, I will find you and kill you, I swear on the Yashida Family crest!"
"Crack!"
The Land Rover swerved to the left, and Jirō Yashida's Head slammed against the Car Door with a bang. "Boss! A Tire has been blown out!"
Jirō Yashida clutched his bleeding Forehead and saw the speeding Motorcycles through the Glass. Without time to scold, he pointed to a closed beverage processing plant ahead and shouted: "Crash in!"
The two Land Rovers crashed through the metal gate of the beverage plant and directly rushed into the Factory Area, scaring a group of workers who were processing juice beverages on the assembly line.
Brazil's climate is suitable, and labor is cheap. There are many OEM factories for European and American countries here, and this juice processing plant was clearly one of them.
When the Land Rovers crashed in, the Brazilian workers on the assembly line were at a loss. A few strong workers even wanted to step forward to see what was happening.
The Land Rover door was pulled open, and Jirō Yashida raised the Gun in his hand, pointed it at the Sky, and fired two shots.
"Everyone squat down, squat down with your hands over your heads!"
It wasn't Jirō Yashida who shouted, but a curly-haired White Man in the beverage plant, wearing a floral shirt and looking unkempt.
He was clearly experienced with such Gunshot incidents, and immediately squatted down with his hands over his Head.
With him as an example, the workers in the Territory quickly squatted down.
"Federation Person!?"
Jirō Yashida took another look at the Middle-aged White Man but didn't pay much attention. This was good; it saved him from wasting a few Bullets.
"You! Turn the vehicle sideways and block the door! Just hold out until the Brazilian Police arrive, and I'll reward each of you five million when we return to Japan!"
The first sentence was for the Driver, the rest for his Bodyguards. Jirō Yashida took the White Gauze handed to him by a Bodyguard and covered the Wound on his Forehead.
He quickly retreated behind an iron pillar, pulling a Brazilian worker in front of him as a shield.
"Vroom! Vroom! Vroom vroom..."
The sound of accelerating Motorcycles echoed outside the Factory Building.
Jirō Yashida held the Brazilian worker by the Neck with one hand while peering out, aiming his Gun at the Gate.
His five Bodyguards did the same, hiding in various concealed Corners, gripping their Handguns!
"Clang!"
Unexpectedly, the first things to rush in were not Motorcycles, but two Smoke Grenades.
Hiss, hiss, the Smoke Grenades were thrown into the Factory Building, instantly creating a vast expanse of white. "Bang bang!"
Jirō Yashida raised his hand and fired two shots into the White Mist. Two Motorcycles leaped over the roof of the Land Rover, and the Uzi Submachine Guns in their hands immediately unleashed a fan-shaped barrage of bullets.
Bruce Banner crouched on the ground with his Head in his hands, the bright red Blood stinging his vision.
The Blood flowed like a small stream to his Feet. The person shot was a worker on the assembly line, a Brazilian Middle-aged Man he saw every morning and who always greeted him.
Bruce Banner gasped for air, a greenness spreading up his Neck along his blood vessels.
The Motorcycle gunmen broke through the Land Rover's defense and stormed into the beverage factory.
Jirō Yashida and his Bodyguards fired back. The White Mist from the Smoke Grenades filled the air. Many workers who were squatting with their heads covered were hit by Stray Bullets, letting out cries of pain. What awaited them was crossfire from both sides.
"Roar!"
Amidst a tremendous Roar, a huge green figure roared out from the white smoke.
A huge green palm grabbed a Land Rover and began smashing it around.
"Hulk!"
The huge green mass stood naked, holding a Land Rover in his hand like a child holding a toy block.
He smashed the Car down, crushing two Motorcycle gunmen directly into meat patties.
"Dadadadadada!"
A Motorcycle gunman looked at the tragic state of his companion, raised the Uzi Submachine Gun in his hand, and unleashed a barrage of bullets at the huge green mass.
"Hulk!"
The huge green mass didn't dodge or evade. The Uzi Bullets hitting him didn't even break his skin.
He casually threw the blood-soaked Land Rover aside, grabbed the calf of the Motorcycle gunman with his huge green hand, and slammed him onto the ground.
"Crack!"
Blood splattered everywhere. The Motorcycle gunman's Helmet shattered directly, and he twitched once before becoming still.
"Ah! Devil!"
The remaining Motorcycle gunmen were terrified and stumbled backward.
The huge green mass kicked out, sending the wrecked Land Rover flying through the air. Bang, it slammed two Motorcycle riders against the wall.
Blood spurted from their mouths, and they twitched, clearly not going to make it! "Amaterasu protect us!"
Jirō Yashida looked at the huge green mass's back, his face filled with joy. Although he didn't know where this huge green mass came from, it seemed it wasn't hostile towards them! "Saved!"
Jirō Yashida smiled happily, then suddenly felt a panting sound above his Head. He stiffly raised his Head.
If it weren't for his insistence, with Jirō Yashida's Personality, he would never have installed Bulletproof Glass on the Land Rover.
Unexpectedly, it saved his Life now.
"Drive faster!"
Jirō Yashida yelled at the Driver, glaring fiercely behind him, gritting his teeth and vowing:
"Damn it, no matter who it is, I will find you and kill you, I swear on the Yashida Family crest!"
"Crack!"
The Land Rover swerved to the left, and Jirō Yashida's Head slammed against the Car Door with a bang. "Boss! A Tire has been blown out!"
Jirō Yashida clutched his bleeding Forehead and saw the speeding Motorcycles through the Glass. Without time to scold, he pointed to a closed beverage processing plant ahead and shouted: "Crash in!"
The two Land Rovers crashed through the metal gate of the beverage plant and directly rushed into the Factory Area, scaring a group of workers who were processing juice beverages on the assembly line.
Brazil's climate is suitable, and labor is cheap. There are many OEM factories for European and American countries here, and this juice processing plant was clearly one of them.
When the Land Rovers crashed in, the Brazilian workers on the assembly line were at a loss. A few strong workers even wanted to step forward to see what was happening.
The Land Rover door was pulled open, and Jirō Yashida raised the Gun in his hand, pointed it at the Sky, and fired two shots.
"Everyone squat down, squat down with your hands over your heads!"
It wasn't Jirō Yashida who shouted, but a curly-haired White Man in the beverage plant, wearing a floral shirt and looking unkempt.
He was clearly experienced with such Gunshot incidents, and immediately squatted down with his hands over his Head.
With him as an example, the workers in the Territory quickly squatted down.
"Federation Person!?"
Jirō Yashida took another look at the Middle-aged White Man but didn't pay much attention. This was good; it saved him from wasting a few Bullets.
"You! Turn the vehicle sideways and block the door! Just hold out until the Brazilian Police arrive, and I'll reward each of you five million when we return to Japan!"
The first sentence was for the Driver, the rest for his Bodyguards. Jirō Yashida took the White Gauze handed to him by a Bodyguard and covered the Wound on his Forehead.
He quickly retreated behind an iron pillar, pulling a Brazilian worker in front of him as a shield.
"Vroom! Vroom! Vroom vroom..."
The sound of accelerating Motorcycles echoed outside the Factory Building.
Jirō Yashida held the Brazilian worker by the Neck with one hand while peering out, aiming his Gun at the Gate.
His five Bodyguards did the same, hiding in various concealed Corners, gripping their Handguns!
"Clang!"
Unexpectedly, the first things to rush in were not Motorcycles, but two Smoke Grenades.
Hiss, hiss, the Smoke Grenades were thrown into the Factory Building, instantly creating a vast expanse of white. "Bang bang!"
Jirō Yashida raised his hand and fired two shots into the White Mist. Two Motorcycles leaped over the roof of the Land Rover, and the Uzi Submachine Guns in their hands immediately unleashed a fan-shaped barrage of bullets.
Bruce Banner crouched on the ground with his Head in his hands, the bright red Blood stinging his vision.
The Blood flowed like a small stream to his Feet. The person shot was a worker on the assembly line, a Brazilian Middle-aged Man he saw every morning and who always greeted him.
Bruce Banner gasped for air, a greenness spreading up his Neck along his blood vessels.
The Motorcycle gunmen broke through the Land Rover's defense and stormed into the beverage factory.
Jirō Yashida and his Bodyguards fired back. The White Mist from the Smoke Grenades filled the air. Many workers who were squatting with their heads covered were hit by Stray Bullets, letting out cries of pain. What awaited them was crossfire from both sides.
"Roar!"
Amidst a tremendous Roar, a huge green figure roared out from the white smoke.
A huge green palm grabbed a Land Rover and began smashing it around.
"Hulk!"
The huge green mass stood naked, holding a Land Rover in his hand like a child holding a toy block.
He smashed the Car down, crushing two Motorcycle gunmen directly into meat patties.
"Dadadadadada!"
A Motorcycle gunman looked at the tragic state of his companion, raised the Uzi Submachine Gun in his hand, and unleashed a barrage of bullets at the huge green mass.
"Hulk!"
The huge green mass didn't dodge or evade. The Uzi Bullets hitting him didn't even break his skin.
He casually threw the blood-soaked Land Rover aside, grabbed the calf of the Motorcycle gunman with his huge green hand, and slammed him onto the ground.
"Crack!"
Blood splattered everywhere. The Motorcycle gunman's Helmet shattered directly, and he twitched once before becoming still.
"Ah! Devil!"
The remaining Motorcycle gunmen were terrified and stumbled backward.
The huge green mass kicked out, sending the wrecked Land Rover flying through the air. Bang, it slammed two Motorcycle riders against the wall.
Blood spurted from their mouths, and they twitched, clearly not going to make it! "Amaterasu protect us!"
Jirō Yashida looked at the huge green mass's back, his face filled with joy. Although he didn't know where this huge green mass came from, it seemed it wasn't hostile towards them! "Saved!"
Jirō Yashida smiled happily, then suddenly felt a panting sound above his Head. He stiffly raised his Head.
