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Volume 18: I had no intention of being a good man

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    Hirumoto Sora yelled again: "Nidegawa, I'm going to speed up!"

    "What?!!"

    The wind was too loud, and with the helmet blocking it, Niidekawasaki couldn't hear what Hirumoto Sora was saying.

    But it is no longer necessary to hear clearly, because the motorcycle roared like it was about to explode in the next second!

    "Boom!!"

    Hirumoto gripped the accelerator tightly, almost breaking the throttle cable.

    And the temperature of the motorcycle under the crotch has also risen again. If it is not winter, wearing long trousers, I am afraid that both legs will be burned and peeled.

    ¡¾154 km/h¡¿

    The numbers on the dashboard are scary!

    The two police cars chasing behind were thrown far into the sky.

    If it is on the highway, it is not so easy to get rid of the police car, but this is Tokyo, and there is a lot of traffic on the highway.

    There are pedestrians and vehicles everywhere.

    "Hoo hoo!!"

    Niide Kawasaki looked back while hugging Hirumoto Sora.

    Seeing the two police cars being thrown away and disappearing into the traffic, she laughed hahaha: "Hirmoto, we have already thrown those two police cars away!"

    Just during the interval of her speaking, the motorcycle sped forward several hundred meters.

    The familiar scenery of Minami Senju is fading, and Niidekawa re-understands the place where he has lived for more than ten years from an angle that he has never had before.

    "Who said that."

    Hirumoto Sora glanced slightly at the left rearview mirror.

    I saw a Honda Cb1300 police motorcycle rushing out of the street on the left.

    "Whoa whoa!"

    "Boom!!"

    The siren and the roar of the engine on the police motorcycle detonated at the same time, causing a street bombing effect that was stronger than the will-o'-the-wisp motorcycle under Hirumoto Sora.

    The citizens who passed by left and right covered their ears.

    A pedestrian who was looking down at his mobile phone was blown to the ground by the wind.

    "Tsk, the speed can no longer be increased."

    Looking at the speed on the instrument panel that reached 180 and could no longer go up, Hirumoto clicked his tongue.

    Different from the motorcycle under the crotch, the Cb1300 specially used by the police of the Metropolitan Police Department is a large-displacement motorcycle. Its speed exceeds 200 and it is like drinking water. The police equip this motorcycle to deal with speeding gangsters.

    And just in the past three intersections, another new police motorcycle was hanging behind him.

    The police motorcycle with its siren flashing was chasing behind, and the three motorcycles passed through the buildings and houses of Minami Senju one after the other.

    There is no need to play hot electronic music like in drag racing movies, just listening to the wind and the roar of the engine is enough to make Hirumoto Sora's blood boil.

    What seemed to be flowing in the pipeline of the roaring locomotive was not gasoline, but the blood of Hirumoto Sora.

    "Whoa whoa!"

    In the rearview mirrors on the left and right sides, you can already see policemen wearing helmets and goggles, and you can see the solid body of the Cb1300 approaching rapidly, and the lights in front of the car seem to be the monster's mouth wide open.

    The distance between the two sides has been shortened to within two hundred meters.

    Niide Kawasaki's pink helmet was twisted behind her, looking at the uniforms of the two policemen, she put her shoulders against Hirumoto, and lay on Hirumoto's back: "Hurry up, hurry up,  It's about to be caught up."

    The speed of a police motorcycle slowly slowed down, and the policeman took out the connected microphone and shouted through the intercom: "The motorcycle driver in front! Please pull over immediately, you have seriously exceeded the speed limit and disrupted the traffic order, and continue to resist  Driving is useless, we already have your license plate number!"

    "Just remember! This is not mine" Hirumoto Sora suddenly pulled out a hand to hold Niidekawasaki's, "Moto!"

    "Hold tight! I'm about to turn!"

    He tightly grasped Niide Kawasaki's hands, and the whole motorcycle bent to one side.

    The body and the ground form an angle of almost 45¡ã.

    If it wasn't for holding Niide Kawasaki with one hand and only relying on the strength of one arm to control it, Hirumoto Sora felt that he could do more extreme bending.

    But even this is enough to startle the jaws of a pedestrian waiting for a traffic light at an intersection.

    "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

    Feeling the excitement that the ground almost brushed off the top of his helmet, Eride Kawasaki could only scream as if the wire had been broken.

    "Click, click, click, click!"

    She felt that the helmet seemed to be going crazy.As he skimmed the ground, the vision of his eyes shook up and down.

    And the policeman who was following behind Sora Hirumoto couldn't help shouting after seeing the stunt: "It's amazing!"

    [Trigger Life Achievement - Driving a motorcycle to perform stunts for the first time.  ¡¿

    [Reward: Motorcycle Technology +2]

    Compared with Hirumoto Sora's bend, the policeman's turn-in is clumsy.

    The two policemen had to slow down and enter the curve in a well-mannered manner.

    In terms of driving skills alone, the two have completely lost.

    But now it is a chase, not some capital high speed race.

    In the face of this kind of criminal who dares to drive in the urban area, you don't need to pay attention to the righteous spirit with him, just hit him hard and overwhelm him with numbers!

    Another police motorcycle appeared on the street in front of Hirumoto Sora, and there were two police cars lying in the middle of the road.

    "Stop!!"

    The police next to the police car are laying car stoppers on the ground!

    If he rushed forward directly, he would definitely collide with the police car.

    Although Hirumoto Sora's physical fitness is still within the 50% bonus time, it will turn into a puddle of flesh under such an impact.

    "Chick!"

    It was another bend, and Hirumoto broke into Minamisenju's 1-chome with Eride Kawasaki empty-handed.

    "Motorcycle driver ahead! Please immediately"

    Hearing the warning from the police behind him, Hirumoto wiped the blood from the side of his face with his shoulder.

    Feeling the head-on hurricane that hit the bones, and the torrential sunlight falling from the sky, he couldn't help shouting: "I didn't intend to be a good guy!"

    "But how did he end up on Liangshan with a knife and a brush of his sleeves!"

    The motorcycle under the crotch seems to be going to the end of the poor city!

    "What are you shouting?!" Eride Kawasaki didn't understand what Hirumoto Sora shouted, "I can't understand a single word."

    "It's only strange if you understand!"

    Licking the dried blood stains at the corner of his mouth, Hirumoto made another bend and distanced himself from the police motorcycle behind him.

    But when he just entered the next intersection, Hirumoto Kong frowned suddenly.

    Construction section!  !

    There is a construction road ahead.

    The tall construction roadblocks are blocking the middle of the road, and cranes and trolleys can be seen behind the roadblocks.

    "Squeak!!"

    Hirumoto suddenly stopped the motorcycle.

    "Chi Chi Chi!!!"

    Because of the instant high-speed braking, the powerful inertia put the motorcycle body in the middle of the road.

    And the tires of the motorcycle were clinging to the ground tightly, rubbing against it to produce acrid smoke.

    "Dead End"

    Nide Kawasaki patted away the smoke in front of the helmet, staring at the construction obstacles in a daze.

    "Wow wow wow!!"

    And at the back of the road, a police car and three heavy locomotives came rushing with their horns.

    "Where is the dead end you mentioned, why didn't I see it."

    Glancing at the police car a few hundred meters behind him, Hirumoto Sora jumped out of the car.

    He grabbed the backpack hanging on the car, and tore off Niide Kawasaki again into his arms.
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