The Japanese police drove three Mazdas and parked them in the parking lot opposite the airport.
The Yoshimura Police Department responsible for picking up the airport enthusiastically walked to the car and opened the door, "Officer Qin, please."
Jiugui Hingming, who was sandwiched between two policemen, looked disdainful and snorted: "I won't ride in this shabby car."
Xu Fei glared at him and said, "Be honest, if you don't want to sit, I can tie you to the butt of the car and make you breathe exhaust fumes all the way to the prison."
Jiugui Yingming glanced at Xu Fei with a sneer and said nothing, but there was still a sarcastic smile on his face.
"What? You don't accept it." Xu Fei glared back without showing any signs of weakness and slapped Jiuki Yingming's head hard.
"Baga!" Jiugui Yingming said angrily, the mocking smile on his face disappeared, and he stared at Xu Fei fiercely.
"Hey!" Cheng Zhanji stretched out his finger and warned with a serious face, "Don't cause trouble, you are still in our hands."
The Japanese police stood aside and watched silently as the two men warned Jiuki Yingming.
Because the handover procedures have not yet been completed, they have no intention of intervening until the process is completed.
The Yoshimura Police Department acted as if they had not seen him, and began to introduce Qin Yi, "A few police officers will sit in the middle car, and we will ride in two cars in front of you and behind you."
Qin Yi walked over with a smile, "It's a Mazda. I haven't driven this kind of car before. Can you let me experience it?"
The Yoshimura Police Department was stunned for a moment and hesitated, "Well, I'm sorry, it would be rude if you drove the car, so let our people do the driving."
"I'm a visitor from afar. Let me try. I have a driver's license." Qin Yi insisted.
"This... Kurosaki's driving skills are excellent, let's leave it to him." Yoshimura Police Department bowed quickly.
"No, I like to drive by myself." Qin Yi opened the door and got into the cab.
Several people from the Yoshimura Police Department were dumbfounded. Seeing that Qin Yi had fastened his seat belt and started the car, they could only let him do it on his own.
You can't pull the other party down.
"Kurosaki, you are following some Hong Kong police." Yoshimura glared at Kurosaki fiercely, turned around and got into the first car.
The Japanese police sandwiched Qin Yi's car one after another and carefully controlled the speed, fearing that the police officer from Hong Kong would suddenly cause some trouble.
However, they soon discovered that this concern was unnecessary because they were stuck in a traffic jam.
It was during the rush hour after get off work, and the road was extremely blocked. It was difficult to move even if we wanted to do anything.
"I'm sorry." Kurosaki said in fear, "Tokyo is too prosperous, so there are too many cars. It will be like this every time when commuting to get off work."
"Understood, it's the same in Hong Kong Island." Qin Yi didn't look impatient at all. Instead, he acted very relaxed. He turned on the radio and listened to the music. "For Mazda, traffic jams are normal."
Xu Fei, who was sitting in the back seat, was uninterested, while Cheng Zhanji was a little nervous and glanced out the window from time to time.
Qin Yi glanced at the rearview mirror and smiled slightly, "Don't be so nervous. Relax. Even if you want to rob the prison car, you won't do it here. You can't even run away."
Kuki Hideaki's face froze and he seemed a little nervous, but he quickly regained his composure and pretended to listen to the music.
"Hey, officer, try another song. This song is too ugly."
Qin Yi smiled and said, "No problem, you won't be able to listen for long anyway, so cherish this time."
Jiugui Hingming's expression changed again, and he suppressed the attack.
The convoy was stuck on the road for more than an hour. It was getting dark and the crowded traffic became smoother.
After crossing almost half of Tokyo, the car in the front led the two cars behind to drive onto a bridge.
As soon as he got on the bridge, Kuki Hideaki's whole body tensed up, and his eyes drifted to the windows on both sides from time to time.
Qin Yi smiled silently and drove the car slowly. Just as he got off the bridge, he suddenly turned the steering wheel and the car drifted sideways and was thrown out of the convoy.
Pressing the accelerator hard, the car turned around and sped back.
At this time, Jiuki Hingming's expression changed immediately. The other two cars were confused by the sudden change and stopped directly.
Kurosaki, who was sitting in Qin Yi's car, came to his senses and said hurriedly, "Officer Qin, what are you doing?"
"Racing." Qin Yi turned the steering wheel expressionlessly.
Kurosaki grasped the armrest tightly and was at a loss for a moment. There were shouts from his walkie-talkie.
"Kurosaki, Kurosaki, what are you doing?"
"What are the Hong Kong police going to do?"
"Where are you going?!"
Yoshimura Police Department yelled angrily, what on earth are the Hong Kong police doing? They were clearly about to arrive but they suddenly ran away.
When you complain, you must complain hard!
Just as the Japanese police were stunned, a dozen motorcycles suddenly appeared in the woods under the bridge in front of them, their engines roaring and they rushed towards the convoy.
A dozen riders kept circling and circling around the convoy, constantly approaching.
"Baga, these bosozokus." Yoshimura Police Department cursed loudly, rolled down the car window, stuck his head out, waved his arms and shouted, "Get away!"
The rider who was circling suddenly took out his gun and pulled the trigger on the car.
"Da da da da!"
Bullets like splashing water hit two cars, turning the cars into a hornet's nest in an instant.
The policemen sitting in the car were hit before they could react. The huge impact made their bodies tremble, as if they were electrocuted.
A dozen riders held submachine guns, pressed the triggers tightly and fired continuously until all the bullets were exhausted.
All ten Japanese policemen were beaten to death in the car, and their blood flowed from the gaps in the car to the ground.
The leading rider whistled, and the other motorcycles immediately turned around and chased Qin Yi's car.
Kurosaki, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was already frightened. "Officer Qin, what should we do? What should we do? Chief Yoshimura has been attacked! We..."
"Shut up!" Qin Yi shouted, firmly grasping the steering wheel and reaching out towards Kurosaki, "Give me your gun!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Kurosaki hurriedly took out a P230 from his arms. This gun is a pistol produced by the Swiss Sig Sauer Company. It has a compact body and an ammunition capacity of 7 rounds.
Xu Fei and Cheng Zhanji, who were sitting in the back seat, also had cold sweat on their faces and kept looking back, panicking.
They did not bring any guns during the escort this time. Now they were bare-handed, while more than a dozen people on the other side had both long and short guns, and their firepower was very fierce.
Jiugui Yingming sneered, "If you let me go now, you can save your life."
Qin Yi didn't even look at him, and said expressionlessly: "Da Fei, beat him up for me, I don't have time now."
Xu Fei agreed, raised his fist and hit Jiugui Yingming on the head.
Jiugui Yingming was furious and raised his handcuffed hands to resist. Cheng Zhanji on the other side pounced on him and pinned him down.
Three people were fighting in the back row, and the scene was very chaotic.
Qin Yi impatiently took Kurosaki's pistol, twisted his body and stretched the gun to the back row, shouting, "Da Fei, Brother Ji, get out of the way."
The two of them were stunned for a moment. Jiuki Hingming broke away from the two of them in an instant and immediately rushed towards the front row. Then he saw the black muzzle of a gun head on.
"boom!"
Qin Yi shot Jiugui Yingming in the thigh, and then shot him in the other leg.
Jiugui Hingming instantly collapsed in the back seat in pain and let out bursts of screams.
The motorcycle behind gradually approached and was already parallel to Qin Yi's car.
The motorcycle rider showed a ferocious smile, raised his gun and pointed it at the cab.
Qin Yi didn't even look at it, raised his hand and shot the rider in the head.
The rider flew out instantly, and the car rolled over to the side of the road.
The racing Mazda suddenly braked and drifted 90 degrees on the narrow road, blocking the road sideways.
The motorcycle that was following closely behind the car was unable to dodge and fell headfirst into the car. Under the action of inertia, the rider screamed and flew out of the motorcycle and fell far away.
Qin Yi kicked the door open and jumped out. He ran out in one stride, rolled a few times on the road, and picked up the submachine gun dropped by the rider.
After getting the gun, Qin Yi stood up and pointed it at the speeding motorcycle.
"Da da da da da da da!"
Amidst the blood splashing, screams were accompanied by the rolling and collision of the locomotive, the sound of explosions, and the sound of blazing flames.