I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Kneeling down to check the situation of several people in the city's main palace, after confirming that there is no life-threatening situation, Araki Sosuke put him up.

Kenjiro followed closely behind, squeezed into the crowd, and lifted up several other men.

Araki Sosuke turned his head and looked at Taiichi Taichi standing in the middle of the passage separating the crowd.

"You should be thankful that my friend is safe and sound..."

"You kid... do you really think you can do whatever you want with more people?"

Looking at the opponent's defiance, Jin Shanzhang, who was ignored on one side, angrily took out the gun in his hand and pointed it at Sousuke Araki who was surrounded by the center.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Dare to touch the gun at Brother Araki, you are dead..."

"Boom..."

"Go together, kill that guy..."

Seeing that the other party took out the gun, the mobsters on the periphery couldn't hold back anymore, they kept banging the accelerator, seeming to be ready to rush up at any time.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

Araki Sosuke seemed unaware of the tense atmosphere on the scene, as if he hadn't seen the gun in the opponent's hand, and looked up at the several men who stopped in front of him.

"Group of three, is this going to break Haruna Mountain's rules?"

Being stared at by his murderous gaze, the men subconsciously took a step back.

The flow of people in the group of three automatically separated a road, so that Sosuke Araki walked out slowly with the help of Ichinomiya.

Taiyi Shimao sighed and gently pressed down the gun in Jin Shanzhang's hand.

He turned his head and said to Sosuke Araki: "Our three-member team is here to hold a game, and it's just for a peace and make money. Today, your friend took the first shot and hurt a dozen or so good players."

"Brother Araki, these guys slandered that headless rider as ours, and later said that it was the resentment of Brother Takasaka...so I couldn't help..."

"Kyushu boy" Shihonguyuki explained angrily.

Although he looks miserable, he can still sit here anyway, and the three people in the group with him have entered the emergency room.

"This matter, we could have taken legal means and let a lawyer solve it. After all, the three-member team is not the same as the previous three-member team. But... just as you said, Haruna Mountain has the rules of Haruna Mountain."

Shame Island smiled evilly.

The enthusiasm dispute with Ichi Hongu is not important. It is his goal to drive this group of rioters away, completely dominate the track of Haruna Mountain, and establish his own order.

"The matter of Mount Haruna, should be settled at Mount Haruna, right...Speak directly, how to compare?"

Handing Ichi Honguyuki to his companion to treat the wound, Araki Sosuke turned around and looked at him calmly.

The unwritten rule of "Mount Haruna's affairs should be settled at Mount Haruna" has been around for a long time.

As a sacred place in the hearts of racing races in the Kanto area, Jina Mountain has a large number of people who come here.

Major runaway groups and Jidao organizations, where there are conflicts over competition for the track, most of them will be resolved through the "Haruna Mountain Downhill Race".

"The rules are very simple. Send your strongest to compete with me. Do you dare to race downhill without difference? Let's see whether it is two rounds or four rounds faster on this track."

Taiyi Tongdao proposed the rules.

"Is it going downhill? It's just what I want, so let's play with you."

Hearing the other party's proposal, Araki Sosuke said lightly.

"You compare with me? Just rely on your Yamaha?"

Seeing the other party's retro XJR4000, Taijima was full of laughter and walked in front of a yellow streamlined sports car.

XJR4000 can be regarded as a generation of sacred cars, but... it was 20 years ago.

"My explosively modified RX-10, but it has maintained the record for the downhill of Mount Haruna within 3 minutes, and no one has been able to break it in the past two years."

"Taiichi Shijima has been called the'Emperor of the Autumn Mountain' for the past two years, and his downhill driving skills are unmatched...Moreover, that guy's running method is quite vicious, and accidents are not rare because of a reasonable collision with him."

Ichihonguyuki whispered to Sosuke Araki behind him.

Two rounds and four rounds, who is faster, is a topic of endless debate.

Although it is an indisputable fact that locomotives have an advantage in short-distance straight-line acceleration, the Kawasaki H2R mass-produced model known as the king of the land has been continuously used to compare with various sports cars, F1 cars and even fighter jets.

However, no matter how excellent the straight acceleration data is, the "Haruna Mountain Downhill Track" with a total length of 7.5 kilometers and an average of 180 degrees per 100 meters on the Shibukawa Matsuda Line of Gunma Prefecture Road 33 Above, none of them apply.

In the misty waters, in the middle of the night, where you can’t see your fingers, and the cold weather will freeze, any rash increase in speed is a dance on the edge of death.

On this track, drivers competed in addition to the performance of the vehicle, but also driving skills, cornering skills and familiarity with the track.

"The last two years... So, has it been so long?"

Without paying attention to the other party's words, Araki Sosuke just looked down the ramp with a lost look.

...

"Boom boom boom..."

"Brother Araki, come on..."

"It's been a long time since I saw'death sticking to the ground', let them see and see!!"

The mobsters on both sides of the road kept clamoring.

On the starting line drawn by the white powder, XJR4000 and yellow RX-10 are already in place.

"The rules are very simple. The person who reaches the end of the mountain first wins, and there are people from both sides squatting on several big bends. If there are vehicles going up the mountain, lights will be used to warn them in advance."

The man standing in the middle of the two cars took out the walkie-talkie, confirmed that the people on both sides of each corner and the end were in place, and slowly raised his hands.

"Boom... boom boom..."

Seeing his action, both cars began to make a constant sensation on the throttle.

"3, 2, 1... GO!!!"

As the man waved his hands down, with a sharp exhaust sound, the XJR4000 ejected first.

RX-10 stepped on the violent accelerator and followed closely behind.

"Huh, it's just a little advantage at the start. The first corner will crush you."

Taiichi Kaishima, who was driving the RX-10, looked at the XJR4000 ahead, and said with a grinning smile.

Naturally, he could see that the short-distance acceleration of that old locomotive was actually not dominant, it just took the lead with the keen sense of the rider.

And this little bit of advantage will wear out in the first corner.

Putting back on that special offensive uniform, Araki Sosuke, who was ahead of the RX-10, looked at the fast retreating track in front of him, and only felt that memories were flooding in like a gust of wind.

...

three years ago.

On the same pitch-black Akina Mountain Road, two locomotives were chasing each other along the sinister lane.

The locomotive at the rear is an XJR4000.

"Damn it, Brother Kosaka, I must surpass you this time."

On the locomotive, the man with the exaggerated golden airplane head was looking fiercely at the road ahead, roaring and turning at high speed in an extremely skilled posture.

Not far ahead, on the Kawasaki H2 with red taillights, there was a black jet-headed man wearing a white special attack uniform.

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