Chapter 652 Massachusetts (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

1 a.m., Queens, New York.

With the roar of the engine roaring, Harley 883 drove onto the suburban road without any hindrance, heading toward Massachusetts in the northeast.

Just as the rear of Harley 883 left Queens.

Buzz.

Department of Transportation, Police Department, City Hall

Almost all the agency's computer systems started on their own at the same time and resumed normal operation.

Countless calls poured into the line, and the police station was suddenly busy.

No one knows what happened just now.

The police officers who lost their walkie-talkies and telephones were like headless flies, not knowing where to go.

This is the real reason for the chaos in New York.

Now that telephone and walkie-talkie lines everywhere have returned to normal operation, countless police officers drove police cars and rushed to the accident site in New York's 5th District. Even the FBI was forced to dispatch to carry out armed suppression.

Only a few hours after the system went out of control, New York had already lost more than a billion dollars. This is only a preliminary estimate.

Jack, the FBI director responsible for arresting Sakaki, also sent out most of his men, and the few remaining men were also staring at Chrissy Wynyard's apartment.

What they don't know is.

Sakaki Cheng and Belmode had already left New York.

Late at night, the road on both sides is a little desolate, the ground is slippery, and there are few vehicles.

Due to the rain, Sakaki could only reduce the speed to prevent the tires from slipping.

He is different from the old man who loves racing cars.

A motorcycle cannot hit a car.

There is no protection. If there is an accident while driving at high speed,

The consequences are disastrous.

Unless he is allowed to drive an armored vehicle, then he dares to let go.

With the cool rain hitting his neck and face, Sakaki stared at the road ahead, concentrating.

There are no street lights on American highways.

After leaving the city, everything was dark, and I could only rely on myself.

Fortunately, the highway is not far from New York. You can often see cars passing by, but it doesn't affect anything.

Only

Not far behind them, there was a Ford Shelby that had been following them, lingering.

At the beginning of the first year of junior high school, Sakaki didn't think much about it. Highways are highways. Anyone can walk on them.

But the other party followed them through Manhattan and Queens, and now on the highway, they didn't even talk about overtaking, they were hanging close to each other.

How could Sakaki not notice anything unusual?

The key is.

The other party didn't seem to have any intention of hiding anything. He just followed him so boldly that it was difficult not to notice.

Such an insightful character.

Sakaki thought about it and could only think of one person.

Belmode.

Only the other party knows where Miss Miyano once lived and can catch up with her immediately.

If the person sitting in the car was the FBI, they should have rounded up him long ago instead of watching him leave New York.

"What's wrong?"

The freckled boy noticed Sakaki's abnormality and couldn't help but ask:

"Have the police caught up with you?"

"no."

Sakaki retracted his gaze and said calmly:

"Just an old acquaintance."

"Is there any danger?"

The freckled boy was very worried.

He finally saw it.

Anyone involved with Sakaki Cheng is definitely not a good person.

"You are in danger, I am not."

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Wrapped in his coat, the freckled boy turned pale:

"Can you get rid of the other party?"

"I don't want to die yet"

"Okay, but not now."

Sakaki glanced at the sign on the roadside and knew that they were heading towards the New York border.

The road in front of us is straight and straight to the skyline without any obstruction. It is a paradise for vehicles.

With the speed of a Harley motorcycle, how can it be compared with a sports car?

What's more, the road surface is slippery. If you speed up in this situation, not only will you not be able to get rid of the opponent, but you will also increase your own risk.

The time is not yet ripe.

Belmode obviously had no intention of stopping them.

That being the case

Things will be much easier to handle.

At 5 a.m., the sun is 18° below the horizon due to its rotation.

The sun has not yet risen, but sunlight has already penetrated into the atmosphere, diluting the fluorescence of the stars. The thin atmosphere is not enough to reflect sunlight.

The United States has ushered in the last darkness before dawn.

The freckled boy leaned on Sakaki's back and fell asleep soundly. Harley 883's speed obviously slowed down a lot.

After driving a motorcycle continuously for nearly 5 hours, Sakaki couldn't help but feel tired.

He looked up at the sky. There were no stars there, and even the moon had disappeared.

The towering sky is like a black curtain hanging above the head. Except for the light of the car lights, it is all darkness.

"Hey, wake up!"

Sakaki shouted.

"Hmm"

The freckled boy woke up faintly, rubbed his dry eyes and wiped his nose:

"I'm not called Hey, I have a name."

"Where are we?"

"We've passed Albany and entered Massachusetts."

According to the sign on the roadside, Sakaki looked at the map:

"Twenty miles further on, there is a small town called Pittsfield."

Putting away the map, he said:

"Let's take a rest there."

The motorcycle started again, and the Ford Shelby parked behind followed suit, without any rush.

In the car, Belmod was sitting in the main driving position, holding a women's cigarette and controlling the steering wheel with one hand, looking comfortable.

Vaguely, she guessed the destination of Sakaki and Cheng.

Or rather

They had reached the great state where their destination was.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

She stared at the back of Harley 883, with a hint of doubt in her eyes:

"It's really hard to figure out."

15 minutes later.

Harley 883 and Ford Shelby drove into Pittsfield one after the other.

This is a small town with a population of only 60,000. It belongs to the industrial city. The sky is foggy and gray. Dawn has already arrived.

It was less than 5:30, and there were almost no people on the street. Even the supermarket was not open.

After searching for a long time, Sakaki Cheng finally found a 24-hour restaurant with a gas station.

After parking the car.

Sakaki Cheng picked up the tennis bag and stood at the door waiting.

"Who are you waiting for?"

The freckled boy looked around curiously:

"Just the two of us"

"Waiting for my old acquaintance."

As he was talking, Ford Shelby also entered the gas station and stopped next to Harley 883.

Click.

The engine was turned off, the car door opened, and Vermouth, with silver hair, wearing a perfectly fitted women's suit and high heels, stepped out of the Ford Shelby.

The two looked at each other from a distance

Makoto Sakaki opened the door of the restaurant and said:

"Please."

Vermouth walked straight into the restaurant.

The freckled boy next to him stared at her.

He opened his mouth in surprise, a little bit unbelievable.

The person who had been following them all night would be such a beautiful and elegant woman.

"She looks very gentle!"

The freckled boy whispered:

"How could I be in danger?"

"Gentle?"

Makoto Sakaki was very surprised. The evaluation of gentleness was placed on Vermouth.

Well.

When facing Conan and Mao Lilan, Vermouth was indeed very gentle.