I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"This...this is the one just mentioned... the tyrants?"

"Be careful, they don't look like ordinary runaways..."

In front of the two of them, these desperate men from the mobsters, with baseball bats, iron rods, folding stools and other weapons in the back seat, looked like soldiers on the battlefield.

Even if it was the ninth lesson agent Harumoto Kairen who had experienced many battles, he subconsciously put a pistol on his waist under the wolf-like gaze when they passed by.

However, these tyrants seemed to have something urgent, they just looked at the two with murderous eyes when they passed by, and did not make any stops.

Just after the two of them breathed a sigh of relief because these tyrants passed by peacefully, they continued to drive for five minutes...

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Another team dressed up in the same manner, a slower Boozou convoy carrying two people, approached Demon Z from the rear.

"Wow, how did the latest modified Z400 make it so miserable?"

"I'm so embarrassed to drive only 60 yards on the highway? Hey, you guys violated the minimum speed limit, right, two uncles?"

"By the way, have you seen the vomit on the car body..."

"Hey, shouldn't it be the greasy Mediterranean uncle who just threw up when he reached 60 yards?"

"Don't be fussy, Brother Araki is still waiting for us to help ‘picking up corpses’, keep your eyes sharp!"

However, they weren't as rushed as the previous team, instead they drove past Demon Z without rushing and talking...

While driving at low speeds, the flashlights in the hands of these mobsters kept shooting back and forth on the road, as if searching for something.

"These rude little bastards!"

"What on earth do these tyrants are here for..."

Cheeky pretending that they hadn't heard the comments from these rioters, and kept watching the other party leave, Tsugada Hiroshi and Harumoto Kairen couldn't help but stare at each other.

...

Tomei Expressway, the section between Shizuoka City and Numazu City.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The cargo compartment Chrysanthemum was lost, the door and windshield were missing, but the refrigerated truck was still walking violently on the highway, surrounded by dozens of galloping locomotives.

"Brother Araki!!!"

"...Brother Araki, here we come!"

The headlights of these locomotives illuminate the road transparently, and even the boxes of expensive wagyu inside the carriage and a heavy locomotive parked in it can be seen clearly.

"Tsk tusk, has this truck been bombed by missiles?"

"Don't make a noise, it's like Brother Araki robbed someone else's'goods' on the high speed, you're a big deal."

The leading Kawasaki VulcanS luxury heavy cruising locomotive speeded up and instantly came to the side of the cab.

"Visit to the city's main palace, with the first and third wing of the Phoenix, see you!"

"The Second Wing lost the lottery, so they are searching for precious "goods" in the rear carpet..."

The man who drove the car without a helmet at all and with the words "the fastest in history" written on his forehead was the "Kyushu Boy" City Hongu trip who is the current head of the Phoenix Walk.

"Oh, Gong Xing, did you bring so many people here? It was a great help..."

Seeing the galaxy lit up for himself in the rearview mirror, Araki Sosuke, who was driving this crazy truck and fighting with high-speed mother-in-laws for half a night, smiled heartily, and his heart was extremely peaceful: "Like you As you can see, the current situation is like this, and my great cause is now urgently awaiting your salvation."

"As soon as I heard that it was Araki's business, all the guys who didn't sleep were clamoring to come... here don't worry, let us take it, Kenjiro, go up and have a look."

Ichi Honmiya kept the position parallel to the big truck flexibly and let the man in the back seat climb into the cab.

"hiss……"

Seeing the situation in the cab, Kenjiro who had just climbed in couldn't help taking a breath.

Numerous impact dents on the surface of the car body...

A man dressed as a comatose and painful truck driver...

The big human-shaped hole that runs through the steel plate between the cargo compartment and the cab...

The windshield is full of cracks...

The missing car door...

The "premium goods" full of cargo compartments, and the unusually hideous heavy locomotive parked in the vehicle...

"As expected of Brother Araki, he seems to have done a big vote! It is actually a Wagyu, no wonder that this batch of'goods' is worth hundreds of millions..."

In his mind, he couldn't help but make up for Sosuke Araki riding a heavy locomotive single-handedly, crashing through the rear box of a refrigerated truck on the highway, rushing into the cab, and fighting with the driver of the large truck, full of cargo worth hundreds of millions of yen. "The leaving picture.

"No, I'm too naive, if these are not just ordinary wagyu, but other things are sandwiched in the meat... I am afraid it will cost tens of billions..."

"This has always been a ‘great cause’ I have always dreamed of doing... In contrast, I really am a good-for-nothing waste only worth collecting rent at home!"

Kenjiro said with tears in his eyes, confirming whether the face towel was completely covered with his face, then he pulled out a belt from his waist and skillfully and quickly began to tie Uncle Watanabe's hands and feet...

"Thanks to Brother Araki, this is the first time that I have participated in such a ‘great’ cause, and I will definitely not lose the chain! 』

"Sorry, do you have any misunderstandings about the word "career"? ! 』

"Brother Araki, what are we going to do next? First throw this truck and that man into the sea to fake an accident, then take the goods away separately and distribute the funds back, right?"

On the other side, Ichi Main Palace also asked loudly in the wind.

"How about the'shotgun' tactics? After the goods are distributed, they will be separated from dozens of different exits along the route... Brothers all bring the guys with them. As long as they are not from the riot guards, ordinary patrolmen can't do anything about us. "

Speaking proudly, he also lifted the hem of his clothes and brightened a pair of dark gadgets around his waist.

"Asshole, what a ‘shotgun’, I’m a serious part-time worker. I asked you to come here to find a way to stop the car!"

Looking at these desperate guys, Sosuke Araki was so angry that he picked up the broken shift lever on the side and slammed Kenjiro, who was carrying out the binding behind him: "Hey, you are taking me into the line." , Give me careful guidance, and plan to invite me to a Thai bath to bid farewell to the boyish seniors..."

"... I asked you to come up to help check the brakes, not to be an accomplice!!"

Fortunately, he was afraid of scaring these guys into tears, and when he saw the high beam, he let the warrior of the Warring States period leap into the cargo compartment to "standby".

"Brother Gong Xing, it should be a scorch failure of the gearbox electronic control system components, and the gear has been locked."

"As for this shift lever, is it because the passing Ghost Rider helped you break it..."

After checking it slightly, Kenjiro held the half-broken shift lever and shook his head helplessly at Ichihonmiya on the locomotive next to him.

"The gearbox is out of order and the brakes are gone...The Tomei Expressway has always been stable off the coast. There are no hazard buffer lanes on the road from here to Tokyo. There are a few places on the line to Saitama..."

"However, if you continue to the vicinity of Yokohama and Metropolitan Expressway, where there is a lot of traffic, you may be unable to brake and cause a series of car accidents..."

Facing the difficult situation before him, even Ichi Hongu, who is very adept at vehicles, fell into contemplation for a while.

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