Chapter 892 Qin Thigh: That’s Not a Problem, Reimburse!

Hearing this, Gin Jiu snorted and said, "Our answers should be the same."

"Really? Then tell me your answer." Nobuhiro smiled openly, as if all the "conspiracies" of the Japanese police were just a childish joke in his eyes.

In the earphones, Chianti was so anxious that he almost exploded: "What on earth are you talking about? Which car is Kiel in? If I don't make it clear, my gun will go off!"

As soon as she finished speaking——

"The second car." - Mezcal

"Vodka, keep track. The others take the back road." - Gin

Mezcal and Gin said the same answer almost at the same time.

Regardless of everyone else, even Vodka was confused at this time: "What? Brother, you mean that Keir is in the car I am chasing? But there is obviously a body in the trunk of this car."

"That's not a corpse." Gin didn't want to explain in detail. He just said this and looked at Nobuhiro, with clear meaning in his eyes.

Seeing this, Nobushige consciously started the car, drove out of the alley, and headed towards the location sent by Vodka.

That is indeed not a corpse. The temperature of the corpse will be lower. In fact, what Nobushi asked the police to put into the second car was a mannequin that had been discarded from the Fashion Design Institute.

After all, the second car will eventually be destroyed by the explosion. In order to minimize the possibility of casualties among the police, the second car is destined not to carry too many people. But if only the second car has fewer people, even if it attracts Gin's attention to it, it will easily arouse Gin's suspicion afterwards. So after discussion, Nobuhiro and Furuya Rei formulated the current plan.

Obviously, Nobushige still knew about Gin, and they unanimously gave the answer to Car No. 2.

Now only the most critical step remains.

Nobushige's driving skills were trained by Hagiwara Kenji, and after subsequent honing, he was able to rank among the top three even in an organization with many drivers. He drove the sports car through the congested streets of Tokyo, and soon he could see the tail of car No. 2.

At this time, the driver of car No. 2 seemed to realize that they were being followed, and the car immediately twisted around and plunged directly between the two cars.

This scene made Xinfan's eyelids jump.

Wait, are today’s police officers so reckless? He was driving an ambulance, not a competition-level sports car. How come an ambulance can be driven out of Gundam?

Xinfan felt strange in his heart, but the movements of his hands and feet did not stop at all. He turned the steering wheel fiercely, twisting and turning in the traffic, and was about to catch up with the ambulance.

In the ambulance, Fangtani Rei saw the silver Maserati in the rearview mirror. He remembered this car. When he first arrived in Japan, Mescal drove this car to pick him up.

Not bad, Asano Nobushige.

A competitive spirit arose in Rei Fangtani's heart. Anyway, in order to reduce the suspicion of Kiel's return to the organization, this process must be as difficult as possible. Rei Fangtani simply did not stop doing it - turned on the siren of the ambulance. .

Suddenly a familiar melody resounded throughout the entire driveway, and passing vehicles ducked out of the way, leaving a lifeline for the ambulance.

Jianggu Ling's eyes were filled with excitement that even he himself could not detect.

This feeling is so good, it feels like I used to steal the instructor's police car and go racing with those people in the police academy.

Feng Gurei was enjoying himself, but Nobuhiro behind him was so excited that his eyes almost dropped.

This policeman was very reckless, not just ordinary reckless, he actually came up with a way to turn on the siren.

The surrounding vehicles gave way to the ambulance, which put tremendous pressure on Nobuyoshi. The original ten-meter gap between cars was reduced to just a few meters by the ambulance. He had to carefully measure the distance between cars and find ways to squeeze through the gap.

Even so, Nobuhiro was unable to do anything on some sections of the road and could only watch the distance between them and the ambulance getting farther and farther.

Gin's face was already ugly. He suppressed his anger and asked, "Mescal, what are you doing?"

Nobuhiro felt innocent: "I can't catch up, there are too many cars."

Gin: "???"

Who in the organization doesn't know that mezcal's driving skills are top-notch, better than vodka, and now someone actually says that he can't catch up to a mere ambulance?

Gin felt cheated.

Nobuhiro looked hesitant: "It's not impossible if I have to chase him, but it will definitely scratch my car."

He deliberately used the title "Love Car" to express his reluctance.

But Gin, that indifferent man, doesn't care about this: "Then chase!"

"But I just sent the car to the logistics department for maintenance. Even the paint was repainted by myself at a huge cost."

Veins popped up on Gin's forehead, and his hands were unconsciously reaching towards the Beretta in his pocket.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. Then he said in a calm tone that even surprised him: "Go back and write a note, and I will reimburse you."

I saw Mescal's gloomy face clearing up at a speed visible to the naked eye. He suddenly shifted gears with his left hand and stepped on the accelerator. The Maserati instantly squeezed into the crowded traffic with great momentum, even reaching a speed of One point five to two times what it was before.

Gin's face suddenly turned dark. He felt that his head hurt and his heart was clogged.

With the approval of the person in charge of the Japanese region, Nobushige's driving posture was immediately full of aggressiveness. In order to catch the ambulance as soon as possible, he chose the road that normal people would not take. Such as sidewalks, flower beds, overpasses, park paths, etc.

After passing a corner, Nobushige finally caught up with the ambulance again.

Feng Gu Zero unexpectedly saw Maserati again.

After he sounded the siren, the Maserati disappeared. At that time, Jiang Guling was very upset. He was worried that their plan would fail because of his unintentional actions.

But luckily the mezcal soon caught up.

It was Mescal's driving habit that felt familiar. As Rei Fangtani looked at the car in the rearview mirror, this feeling of familiarity became even stronger.

He took advantage of the smooth driving and rubbed the center of his brow with his left hand.

Now is not the time to think about these things. Shui Wulian must be waking up soon, right?

Just as he was thinking this, Fangtani Reina saw Reina Mizuna suddenly make a fist and hit him on the back of the neck.

The movement was decisive and neat, but the stamina was weak and the speed was not enough. He had enough time to dodge.

Then Fangtani Rei watched helplessly as Mizuno Reina's fist got closer and closer. Then the back of his neck sank and his vision went dark. Fangtani Rei lay directly on the steering wheel.

Suddenly, the tires of the ambulance spun in a twisted direction. Reina Mizuna desperately stepped on the brakes and tried to control the steering wheel.

Because of the angle, Nobushige and Gin from behind could see Rena Minami's sneak attack from the car window.

Seeing the ambulance suddenly crash into the fence next to it, Gin's eyes were a little complicated.