Although he was very desperate in his heart, Vodka's desire to survive was also very tenacious.
...and this is not the first time that I have fallen into Uzo's trap. I feel like I am used to it every time I step on it. After Vodka was filled with grief and anger, he took a deep breath and quickly thought about the next way out.
——First of all, you must not stop the car. According to the police, the bomb will explode immediately.
Secondly, as a last resort, you can try jumping out of the car, but this method also has its drawbacks - with so many police chasing him, as long as he dares to jump, he will immediately fall into the hands of the police and his identity will be locked. In this way,
His sneaky car rental behavior... is really too suspicious.
In short, it's best to think of a way to get rid of the group of screaming police cars behind you.
Thinking this way, Vodka clenched his fists, filled with confidence in his own driving skills - when it comes to drag racing, he is a professional!
…
Officer Chiba was sitting in the passenger seat of the police car, holding the horn and shouting to the front. Suddenly, the victim car in front stepped on the accelerator and jumped out.
The flying dust raised made Police Officer Chiba stunned. He couldn't help but mutter to Miwako Sato who was driving: "He...did he think it would explode if he drove slowly? In fact, it doesn't have to be that fast. According to the bomber's instructions
In other words, the speed is no less than 30 kilometers per hour."
Miwako Sato rubbed the steering wheel and stared at the speeding car in front of her: "..." I don't know why, but suddenly I felt like I was chasing a fugitive... Having said that, I always felt that this car rental victim was sneaky, so he should
He is not really a fugitive.
Thinking about this, she took a deep breath and said to her colleagues in the car: "He won't be able to hear the shouts if he is so far away - sit tight, we will catch up."
Officer Chiba remembered Officer Sato's terrifying speed, his fat face turned pale, and he tightened his seat belt: "Wait, actually we don't need to..."
"boom--!!"
The motor roared, Miwako Sato stepped on the accelerator and quickly caught up.
…
A street intersection not far away.
Gin finished picking up the bento he had ordered at the store and was carrying it back to the car. As soon as he left the store, he suddenly felt something and frowned as he looked towards the end of the road.
Almost at the same time, a car turned around.
Gin: "..." This familiar drifting around corners... is the driver driving Vodka?
Shouldn't this guy be seeing a doctor? Why did he suddenly go to such a ghost place and start driving?
He walked to the street suspiciously and parked behind a tree, intending to take action depending on the situation. But when the Lexus passed by, Gin saw the driver's face clearly through the car window.
Gin: "..."
Although he has changed into a look that is not black at all, that iconic chin...is indeed vodka.
Before he could express his doubts, the car did not stop and left like the wind.
The next moment, the loud noise suddenly became louder. Gin turned his head alertly and saw a police car drifting around the corner at a speed no slower than a Lexus at the intersection where Vodka had just come, and then pursued it like a whirlwind.
A high-speed hurricane swept across the street. While Gin watched the vehicle drive away in silence, he had to raise his hand to hold down his hat that was almost blown away by the wind.
When the air calmed down, he was silent for a moment and silently took out his mobile phone.
"Chianti, Cohen, come out and stand by. I'll send the coordinates to your mobile phones."
"In addition..." Gin looked at the other straggler police cars that were slowly passing by, and slowly ground his teeth, "Uzo better give me a reasonable explanation."
After hanging up the phone, Gin stared at the phone and dialed another number.
…
In the car, the two gangsters were anxiously waiting for the police's response. Suddenly, a series of bells rang in the silent vehicle.
The gangster wearing a red ski hat turned back irritably: "Whose phone is it!"
"Well..." His accomplice in the blue hat poked him and whispered, "Their mobile phones should be in our hands now."
"...Oh." Little Red Riding Hood glanced at the pocket where the mobile phone was placed, and found that the ringtone was indeed coming from inside, so she frowned and looked away, not wanting to pay attention to it.
However, I finally endured it until the ringing ended. Not long after, the annoying sound sounded again.
"Whose broken cell phone can ring like that!" Little Red Riding Hood couldn't bear it anymore. He walked over and rummaged through his pockets, quickly grabbed one of the cell phones and pressed the power off button hard.
However, after pressing for a while, the screen did not turn off and the ringing tone continued.
"Fuck!" Little Red Riding Hood was angry and simply pressed the answer button. He picked up the phone and cursed at the annoying dialer on the other side, "Ring, ring, ring, ring! - Listen, this is
The car and the people in it were all hijacked by me! I’m doing business, so I’ll call you and kill you again!”
After saying that, he hung up the phone angrily and pressed the power off button again in disbelief.
This time, the phone was successfully turned off.
"It's a broken phone and it has bad connections, so don't fix it." Little Red Riding Hood snorted coldly and threw the phone back into his pocket. Then he continued to look at his watch, waiting for the police to release their boss.
…
The gangster, who had vented his emotions, felt better.
However, things like mood always seem to be conserved - on the other side of the phone, Gin, who had been scolded for no apparent reason, looked down at his phone, looked at it for a long time, and slowly lit a cigarette.
He took a deep breath, recalled what vodka usually looked like, and searched the news page.
A minute later, Chianti and Cohen's phones vibrated and received new messages.
"Another target?" Chianti carried the bag with the sniper rifle on his back, opened his cell phone, and read the email he just received, "Bus robbers...what the hell! We are organizational cadres, not just policemen. Bus
What does it have to do with my car being robbed?"
Cohen thought for a moment and gave up: "Anyway, let's go there first. Gin must have his reasons for doing things."
…
When the two snipers went to meet up as required.
On the other side, Kazami Yuya looked at the information presented on the laptop screen and enlarged one of the photos.
After briefly handling the matter, he remained silent for a moment and carefully dialed his boss's phone number.
"Kazami?" It took a while for the other person to pick up the answer. Kazami Yuya was not surprised by this delay - in his impression, according to the schedule, his boss Rei Fukumi should be attending a banquet in a certain house as Toru Amuro at this time.
Go to work.
Banquet hall.
Toru Amuro hid in the corner of the corridor, glanced at the target he was tracking recently, and lowered his voice and said to the other party on the phone: "Didn't I say before, if there is nothing important, don't contact me casually."
