I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"It's over, it's over! How many traffic road rescue calls are coming... There should be a buffer zone on this highway?"

Panicked and threw the shift lever in his hand to the back seat, Sosuke Araki took out his cell phone and prepared to dial 110 almighty.

The brakes failed and the truck loaded with cargo showed no signs of slowing down under the action of inertia, and the pointer on the instrument panel still stayed at a position close to 90 kilometers per hour.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

At this moment, three police cars with flashing warning lights sprang from the service area he had just passed and quickly chased them up.

"Huh? The police uncle finally made it in time at a critical moment. The efficiency is really touching..."

"No, obviously I haven't dialed this phone yet!"

Just when Araki Sosuke looked blank, one of the police cars had come to the position where he was advancing side by side.

The window was rolled down, and a police officer was holding a megaphone and yelled at him in the howling wind: "We are the Shizuoka County Traffic Mobility Team. Now you suspect that you are seriously speeding and transporting illegal items. Please step over and accept us immediately. Temporary inspection."

"Damn it, I didn't transport illegal items!"

Rolling down the glass window, Araki Sosuke also yelled at the police car next to him: "As for speeding...I want to stop too, the brakes failed, and the shift lever was accidentally caught by me... In short, please help me quickly. Think about..."

Unfortunately, his weak words were disturbed by the howling wind and the sound of police officers' horns.

"boom!"

Before Araki Sosuke had finished speaking, a fierce collision sounded at the rear of the car, and the body of the truck shook and rushed forward for a certain distance crookedly.

"Who [BEEP...] hit me, don't you want to die?"

Sosuke Araki reacted extremely quickly and pulled back the front of the car that almost hit the guardrail, and couldn't help but yell at the police car behind him.

However, in the rearview mirror, the two undamaged police cars at the back kept a very safe distance from him, not like they had hit him just now.

"Asshole, do you think you can run away?!"

Seeing that the truck's speed did not decrease but rose, leaving himself behind, the ninth class agent holding the horn also began to roar in the wind.

"Wait, what is that..."

A group of detectives suddenly discovered that there was a human-shaped depression in the heavy door at the rear of the truck.

It seemed that someone had hit it hard.

"Attention each group, that big truck is suspected of being hit..."

Moving his gaze along the depression, what appeared in the detectives' spirit detective goggles was an old woman with white clothes and white hair wrapped in pitch-black resentment.

At this moment, she was smiling and following behind the truck...

"...High-speed mother-in-law?!"

This white-haired mother-in-law has an extremely erratic running track.

After slowing down slowly for a while and making a charge, she burst forward with a high sprint speed, slammed into the bottom of the truck driven by Araki Sosuke, and then repeated this behavior again...

"Be careful, I observed the high-speed mother-in-law, hitting the rear of that truck..."

"According to the request of Agent Harumoto, slow down unconditionally!"

"Wait, her target doesn't seem to be us. Try to shoot first. You can't let her catch up with the truck!"

Just as several agents were shooting their guns and aiming, another figure, waving hands and feet rushing, appeared in their sight.

It was a yellow-haired and black-haired mother-in-law who kept a speed similar to that of a big truck, wandering in the garden and moving at a constant speed.

"...A second high-speed mother-in-law was observed! Don't hesitate, shoot right away!"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw the two mother-in-laws sandwiched between the truck and the police car, suddenly looking back at the police car in threes and two charmingly.

"...Too slow."

After uttering these words with disdain, a coquettish red glow appeared in their eyes.

"Kak...Kak...Kak..."

The crisp and dense turning of the cervical vertebrae sounded on the highway.

Inside the three police cars, the agents, whether they were armed with guns or were driving seriously, swept toward the rear of the car, turning their heads stiffly...

"Stay steady, there is no curve ahead, hurry up and slow down!"

"Asshole, did I stabbed the mother-in-law's nest?"

From the rearview mirror, I could see the two "mothers-in-laws" constantly hitting the rear of his car and the three police cars crookedly starting to slow down in the rear. Sosuke Araki showed an angry grin and stepped on the accelerator regardless. !

"...Since you are on the bar with me, come at me and see who is slow!"

Although I don't know exactly what happened, but looking at the appearance of the police cars, it should be what happened.

In order to avoid the stalemate and cause worse consequences, he decided to speed up the diversion of the two "mothers-in-law" who came to him, and then think of another way.

"Boom boom boom..."

The refrigerated truck completely threw off the three police cars with a roar, and ran toward the endless road ahead.

When the two "mothers-in-laws" saw this, they repeatedly pushed the buttocks of the truck, unwilling to show weakness, and followed all the way.

On the moonlit road, there were only three police cars that slowed down and stopped slowly, as well as the agents who were full of anger, but because of their stiff necks, they had no choice but to look at the bottom of the car.

...

On the Tomei Expressway, between Shimada and Shizuoka, a nearly ten-meter-long refrigerated truck was galloping like a centipede.

In the cab, the pale-faced Sosuke Araki and the blindfold had already been lifted above his forehead.

He was holding the steering wheel tightly, looking through the rearview mirror, staring bitterly at the sides of the vehicle with his peripheral light.

"Hurry up..."

On the right side of the vehicle, a swift mother-in-law shrouded in resentment, slowed down a little bit from time to time, and sprinted up at a terrifying speed.

"do not stop……"

On the left side of the vehicle, there was another mother-in-law who was running at a stable speed of about 100 yards per hour.

These two mothers-in-laws, while speaking strange lines, kept hitting the truck body in a flanking force from left to right.

It seems that their scarlet eyes are not enough to make someone look back, so they can only use this primitive method.

But every time it hits, the direction of the front of the car will be skewed.

At this time, Sosuke Araki would reverse the steering wheel by the prophet, and adjust it back in the crooked direction.

This is a car skill that a monster like him with terrifying intuition can only use.

If it were replaced by Uncle Watanabe, the unconscious "Mount Rokko Ssangyong", he would have gotten out of the car and died under the co-serving of these two mother-in-laws.

"So, the white-haired man on the right is considered a "sprint mother-in-law"? "

Seeing the very different running tracks of the two mothers-in-law, Sosuke Araki couldn't help but twitched his mouth: "Then, the one on the left who maintains a uniform speed of 100 yards, with yellow and black hair, is the "grandmother Baili"? ! "

Among these mother-in-laws, are they actually delineating such a mess of "subdivision areas" in terms of trajectory, clothing color, hair color, and actual performance based on their names?

Although this "weird" is powerful and terrifying in appearance, for some reason, it always gives him the impression of a "inferior product" that is artificially shoddy.

In contrast, the resentful spirit appears more "purely natural, organic and pollution-free."

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