I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Brother Araki, woo woo... I knew Brother Araki could do it!"

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

"...Please wipe away your tears and snot before saying such things."

Looking at the line between the sea and the sky, against the background of the sunrise, the truck miraculously hovered outside the broken bridge, and the men in special attack uniforms at the bridgehead, who were big and thick, couldn't help but hug each other and roar with tears in their eyes.

At this moment, the pain and sorrow left by life were gone on their faces, as if they had returned to the carefree and rampant years on this abandoned road.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

At the same time, a man in tattered clothes and a disheveled face rode a heavily scarred motorcycle with a hideous shape, rushed down from the dust, and drove towards the crowd amidst the burning sky and sea.

"Brother Araki..."

"Brother Araki!"

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

It was this man who had just completed this impossible "death brake" in the dust where he could not see his fingers.

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

After stopping the locomotive, Sousuke Araki, who was covered in dust all over his body and extremely embarrassed, smiled heartily at everyone: "The next dinner party, I will treat guests to a private room!"

『Of course, after I receive a subsidy from a certain association. 』

"Great, I think this level of wagyu beef on the car is not bad..."

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

Ignoring the noisy crowd, Sousuke Araki turned his attention to Ichimoto Gongyuki: "Miyayuki, Uncle Watanabe, this car, and those 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 car door."

Shimoto Gongyu seemed to be still immersed in the shock of the scene just now, and he was taken aback before replying.

"That's good, I have another important thing to do, I need to rush back to Tokyo...Kenjiro, lend me the special attack uniform."

Checking the time on the phone, Araki Sousuke reached out to take the special attack uniform handed over by Kenjiro, and reactivated the Sengoku warrior under him.

"By the way, Gong Xing..."

Araki Sousuke looked back at the big truck still hanging on the bridge.

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

"Record?"

Hearing what the other party said, Ichimoto Miyako looked back at the end of the broken bridge where the dust had settled.

The two huge tires under the truck's head are hanging on the broken bridge in an impartial and tight fit.

"This is indeed an unsurpassable record..."

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

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

『Please, take me to Tokyo first, and I’ll leave you for ‘full body SPA motor oil maintenance’ later. 』

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

When Ichimoto Miyayuki turned around, Araki Sousuke had already catapulted off and galloped towards the highway below.

In the dense dust before, everyone couldn't see clearly what kind of terrible driving skills Araki Sousuke used to stop the truck that was about to rush out of the bridge.

"No, it's not..."

Looking at the back of Araki Sousuke going away a hundred meters away, and the tattered sneakers on his feet with exposed toes, Ichimoto Miyayuki's pupils suddenly trembled.

He turned his head and looked carefully at the bridge deck, only to see a series of deeply sunken footprints at the end of the gravel-covered broken bridge...

"No, what am I thinking, it must have been left when I got off the car... This is simply not something humans can do."

Shaking his head, Ichimoto Miyayuki laughed at himself, threw a terrible idea out of the sky, and walked towards the truck.

...

"rustle……"

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

"Oh!"

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

"I……"

Smelling the slightly salty and humid sea breeze, Kei Watanabe struggled to open his eyes.

What catches the eye is the bright blue sky and white clouds, snow-white sandy beaches and the endless blue coastline.

"Yes... yes, mother-in-law!"

Before he lost consciousness, the horrible wrinkled face outside the car window suddenly came into his mind, causing him to turn over and sit up in fright.

"This is me, where is it?"

He found himself lying in a pile of straw beside the truck.

"I should be under the car, not in the car... Bah, the other way around, shouldn't I be in the car..."

Looking around, he saw something that made his eyes stiff...

"Where is Araki-kun... wait, this car..."

A somewhat familiar and extremely tragic refrigerated truck hovered dangerously at the end of the broken bridge next to it in a posture that might fall at any time.

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

Not only that, if it wasn't for the identification of the license plate, he would never admit that this truck, which is covered in dents, the cab door is missing, the broken windshield has big holes, and it looks like it has been in countless car accidents. It is the car that I have carefully maintained and driven carefully in my daily life.

"Who can tell me what happened?!"

"Yo, uncle, you're awake..."

When Kei Watanabe was standing next to the truck, shouting to the sky and asking the sky with tears, someone said so not far behind him.

He turned his neck stiffly, heard the sound and looked...

I saw several men wearing bosozoku special attack uniforms, covering their faces with fierce eyes, gathering behind the truck, smoking and chatting.

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

Judging from his more than 20 years of experience in the industry, these guys are definitely not the kind of "literary violence" who ride bicycles after get off work to relieve work pressure, but "martial violence" who are young and energetic and capable of doing anything. .

Could it be that these gangsters robbed their car for the expensive beef at the back of the car?

Bring yourself here, is it because you want to pretend to be an accident with people and cars and sink into the bottom of the sea?

Could Araki-kun be one step ahead of himself...

Just as he was trying to search for the figure of "Araki-kun whose hands and feet were tied up with stones" in the deep sea below with terrified eyes, the group of terrifying bosozoku had already surrounded him.

"You, you can discuss the goods if you want them, as long as you don't treat me..."

Just when Kei Watanabe thought that he was about to be hanged by these terrible gangsters with tortoise shells and do such and such things...

"Hi, Uncle Watanabe!"

"Please drink water!"

"Please use wet wipes!"

"Please smoke!"

"Please eat ham sausage!"

"Need a massage?"

Several men bowed respectfully at ninety degrees, and handed him various strange things from their waists.