I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Oh, thank you... yes, yes, what about Araki-kun? What have you done to him?"

He took the wet tissue and wiped his face blankly, drank saliva, and ate a piece of ham. Watanabe, who was sober, suddenly remembered something, and tremblingly asked the men.

"Brother Araki has important things, so I will return to Tokyo first. Before leaving, I have explained that we will take good care of you and this car. Please rest assured..."

Under the truck, Ichimoto Yuki, holding a tool, slowly crawled out.

"As for what happened after the car's brakes failed halfway and the gearbox failed, let me answer it...Although we were also called halfway..."

"What... the brakes didn't work?!"

"Don't worry, those valuable Japanese beef, but a lot of land is in the carriage...The accident investigation team of the insurance company is also on the road..."

When he came to Kei Watanabe, Ichimoto Yuki kindly lit a cigarette for the confused uncle.

"Uncle Watanabe, have you provoke or clashed with people recently?"

When asked this question suddenly, Watanabe couldn't help but look blank.

"How come, don't look at me like this, I'm known for being a good person everywhere."

"Yes?"

Slightly squinting, looking at the coastline in the distance, a dangerous smile was raised from the corner of the mouth of the city's main palace.

"The burnt circuit components of the gearbox and the neatly cut traces of the brake hoses do not look as simple as ordinary faults. 』

After preliminary inspection, the brakes of this car failed because the brake hose was broken.

This is an extremely vicious technique.

After the brake hose is broken, there will be no noticeable changes in the braking performance of the vehicle at the beginning.

But as the brake fluid gradually leaks, the braking force will begin to decline until it returns to zero.

The gear lock is caused by overload, short circuit, and burnt of the circuit components of the gearbox.

"The person who did all this is aimed at this transportation company or Uncle Watanabe, or is it..."

...

The brackish sea breeze, with fine sand particles, floated into the glassless car window and slapped on the smooth back of the head.

"Report, the Metropolitan Police Department has set up a buffer checkpoint in Numazu City as planned..."

The tattered Demon Z drove slowly on the straight high-speed road, shaking like urine from time to time.

"However, it was discovered through a traffic surveillance camera that the target truck had passed through Shizuoka 20 minutes ago and turned off Fuji Yubi Road..."

The driving Harumoto Kairen is communicating with the support team via mobile phone.

On the right side of the road, there is a flaming coastline with the rising sun.

"Get off the Fuji Yubi Road... Araki Sosuke, is this guy planning to drive an out-of-control truck into the city..."

Hiroshi Tsutsuta rubbed his chin in distress, completely unwilling to appreciate the beauty of his side.

"However, his speeding or anything has nothing to do with me..."

His target is only a high-speed mother-in-law. As for that kid speeding and other issues, as the vice president of the association, he has no obligation to take care of it.

What's more, the two people in the car are now hard to protect themselves.

With the current state of Devil Z, it is a question of whether it can survive to the next service area.

"The latest information, the transportation company has just received a call from a big truck driver named Kei Watanabe..."

In the communication, there was another report that made the two in the car look confused.

"...His big truck suddenly broke down in the middle of the road. Fortunately, he was helped by enthusiastic motorcyclists passing by."

"Now on the abandoned Fuji Yuhichi Bridge at the mouth of the Fuji River, the truck that has failed to brake has stopped!"

"What, ‘passionate motorcyclists’?! Wait, could it be those mobsters..."

In Harumoto Kairen's mind, for some reason, there were the figures of the runaway clan who had passed by Demon Z and had bad eyesight.

However, those guys don't seem to have anything to do with words like "passing by", "enthusiastic", and "cheer friend".

"I see, that guy must have called..."

Thinking of someone who exuded the "similar breath" with those men, Hiroshi Tsukida suddenly took it for granted.

In any case, there were no casualties due to this joint operation, and the two on Demon Z were relieved.

"Wait... what time is it..."

Moving his gaze to the watch, a drop of cold sweat slipped off Tsugada's forehead.

"It's almost eight o'clock... what's wrong?"

The Harumoto Kairen on the side glanced at him curiously.

"From Shizuoka, it takes one and a half hours to drive 120 yards at the fastest, not to mention the traffic jam in the morning rush..."

His eyes stayed on the instrument panel at a speed of less than 60 yards per hour, dense and fine sweat, constantly gushing out from the Mediterranean Sea of ​​Hirotoshi Tokada.

"It's over, it's over, the exemption ceremony is ten o'clock..."

"I personally handed out the glorious moment of exemption to the first Holy See international spiritualist in the history of the Association..."

At that time, the president of the guild was already very old, and the only strong competitors for the next guild chairman were originally himself and the master Kofa who did not care about the world.

However, after the Obon Festival, spirit removers from major families and shrines sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain, making him feel a professional crisis.

Missed the award ceremony, failed to be included in the history of the association's development, lost political capital, failed in the presidential election...

The heavy work of retiring as the vice chairman due to age, the wife took possessions and ran away with the pork guy, and the daughter married and emigrated overseas...

The elderly, living alone in a trailer in the wild, looked at the pictures of the past with tears under the pain and curse every day, and finally was robbed and killed by a passing gangster with a knife...

He seemed to see that his career, and even the world line, began to change like a collapsed domino at this moment.

"...No, no one can stop the wheel of fate!"

"Aren't you a special racer, show your confidence, drive me to 160 yards, and send me to Numazu for a change!"

"Vice President Changtian, calm down, don't grab the steering wheel, I'm very careful when this car can drive up to sixty yards..."

Under the sudden madness of Hiroshi Changtian, the tattered Demon Z began to take the "S"-shaped route on the magnificent coastal highway...

"Puff......"

"Oops, it's smoking, the engine must be hung up! It’s all because of the vice-chairman that you moved too intensely and pushed Demon Z to the limit..."

Then, as a burst of black smoke lifted from the hood and the burnt smell was released, the whole car completely broke down on the road.

"Damn it!!! That should have been a historic scene in my life, Hiroshi Tsukita (43 years old)!"

"It's all to blame for Sosuke Araki who illegally removes spirits, and his Damn it's Fusangshen!!!"

On the silent coastline, a sad cry of a middle-aged animal rang out.

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