I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Brother Araki, oooooo...I knew that Brother Araki could do it!"

"Hmph, I had expected it a long time ago, that is the man who conquered Mount Haruna!"

"... Please wipe off your tears and nasal mucus before you say this."

Looking at the sea and the sky, under the superb view of the sunrise, the truck miraculously hovering beyond the broken bridge. The men on the bridge, wearing special offensive uniforms, could not help but hug each other and let out tearful roars.

At this moment, there is no pain and sorrow left by life on their faces, as if they have returned to the carefree and rampant years of Wu You on this abandoned road.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

At the same time, a man with torn clothes and a gray-headed face rushed down from the dust on a heavy-duty locomotive with scars and ugly shapes, and drove towards everyone in the burning sky and sea.

"Brother Araki..."

"Brother Araki!"

Looking at the uncompromising man in the car who seemed to crawl out of hell, several men in special attack uniforms all gave way in awe and bowed to him ninety degrees and greeted him loudly.

It was this man, just amidst the invisible dust, he didn't know what amazing car skills he used to complete this impossible "death brake".

"Good job, thanks to everyone this time..."

Araki Sosuke, who stopped the locomotive and was so embarrassed with dust all over his body, smiled heartily at everyone: "The next dinner, I will invite away!"

"Of course, I have to wait until I receive a subsidy from a certain association. 』

"It's great, I see this level of wagyu in the car is not bad..."

"What are you talking about, can you tell the difference?!"

Ignoring the noisy crowd, Sosuke Araki turned his gaze to the side of Ichi Honguyuki: "Miyayuki, Uncle Watanabe, this car, and the goods, I will leave it to you..."

"Oh, don't worry... Those goods have already been ‘picked up’ by the Second Wing, together with the deformed door."

Shihonguhang seemed to be still immersed in the shock of the scene just now, and he replied in a daze.

"That's good, I still have one important thing, I have to hurry back to Tokyo first... Kenjiro, let me be the special attack service."

Checking the time on the phone, Sosuke Araki reached out and took the special attack uniform from Kenjiro, and reactivated the Sengoku warrior under him.

"By the way, Gong Xing..."

Sosuke Araki looked back at the big truck that was still hanging on the bridge.

The record of "Death Brake" should end here. "

"record?"

Hearing the other party's words, Shihonguhang looked back at the end of the broken bridge where the dust had settled.

The two huge tires under the truck’s head are hung on the broken bridge unbiasedly and closely.

"This is indeed an unsurpassable record..."

If you want to measure the distance, it should be a negative number.

"What, you said you have been scratched a lot, now you need to touch up the paint first? ! 』

"Please, take me to Tokyo first, and later I will throw you away for the ‘full body SPA oil maintenance’. 』

"Brother Araki, wait... you haven't told me..."

By the time Ichihonguyuki turned his head, Araki Sosuke had already started with a catapult and galloped towards the highway below.

Before in the dust, everyone was completely unable to see what terrible driving skills Araki Sosuke used to stop the truck that was about to rush out of the bridge.

"No, isn't it..."

Seeing Zongsuke Araki's back from a hundred meters away, and the pair of ragged sneakers with toes on his feet, Ichihonmiya's pupils suddenly trembled.

He turned his head and looked at the bridge carefully, and saw that at the end of the broken bridge covered with gravel, there was a string of deep-set footprints...

"No, what am I thinking about, it must have been left when I got off the car... this is not something that humans can do at all."

Shaking his head, Ichi Main Palace laughed at himself, threw a terrible thought out of the sky, and walked towards the truck.

...

"rustle……"

Layers of waves hit the beach, making a healing sound like a massage, slowly entering the ears.

"Huh!"

Occasionally, it was mixed with the loud, melodious, ethereal and melodious calls of seagulls.

"I……"

Smelling the salty and humid sea breeze, Kei Watanabe opened his eyes laboriously.

What you see is the bright blue sky and white clouds, snow-white beaches and the endless blue coastline.

"Yes... by the way, mother-in-law!"

Before losing consciousness, the terrible face full of wrinkles outside the car window suddenly came into his mind, scared him to turn over and sit up.

"Where am I?"

He found that he was lying in a pile of straw beside the big truck.

"I should be under the car, not in the car... Bah, on the contrary, shouldn't I be in the car..."

Looking around, he saw something stiff in his eyes...

"Where's Araki-kun... Wait, this car..."

A somewhat familiar and extremely tragic refrigerated truck hovered dangerously at the end of the broken bridge beside it in a position that it could fall at any time.

"No, this is not my baby, I must be still having nightmares..."

Not only that, if it weren’t for the identification of the license plate, he would never admit that this car was covered with depressions, the cab door was missing, and the broken windshield leaked big holes. It was like a truck that had suffered countless car accidents. It's the one that I carefully maintain and drive carefully on weekdays.

"Who can tell me what happened?!"

"Oh, uncle, you are awake..."

Just as Kei Watanabe stood by the truck and roared to the sky, and asked the sky in tears, somebody said so not far behind him.

He turned his neck stiffly, and heard it...

I saw a few men wearing special attack uniforms from the mobsters, covering their faces and looking fierce in their eyes, gathering in the back of the truck, smoking cigarettes and talking about something.

Dense beads of sweat immediately fell from Watanabe Kei's forehead.

Judging by his more than 20 years of experience in the industry, these guys are definitely not the kind of "brutal walking" that relieves work pressure and riding bicycles after get off work, but the "brutal walking" that can be done by being young and vigorous and doing everything. .

Could it be that these gangsters robbed their car for the expensive beef behind the car?

Bringing yourself here, is it because you want to pretend to be an accident with a person and a car and sink to the bottom of the sea?

Wouldn't Araki-kun have been one step ahead...

Just as he tried to search for the figure of "Araki-kun who was tied up with his hands and feet and hung stones on the deep sea" with his horrified eyes, the group of terrifying tyrants had already surrounded him.

"You, you want to negotiate with the goods, just don't treat me..."

Just when Kei Watanabe thought that he was about to be hung up in tortoise shells by these terrifying gangsters, doing something like this...

"Hello, Uncle Watanabe!"

"Please drink water!"

"Please use wet tissues!"

"Please smoke!"

"Please have ham sausage!"

"Need a massage?"

Several men have respectfully bowed at ninety degrees, and handed him all kinds of strange things from their waists.

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