Chapter 92 Chapter 92 In fact, I am still an American at heart...

"After all, only the dead can keep secrets."

Olga hinted.

What's more, Gin knew not only Miyano Akemi's secret, he also guessed Arthas's secret.

Unfortunately, before Olga could carefully plan how to kill Gin, she received a call from Rum.

"Yes, the medicine has been taken to Shirley for confirmation. …Yes, the preliminary tests didn't reveal anything abnormal. …What?"

Olga's brows knitted together, a rare occurrence. The reason was simple:

"Arthas, I don't like wasting time. I'll say this one last time. Meet me at the manor at one o'clock this afternoon. Don't be late."

"But--"

"Beep-beep--" Olga wanted to say something, but a busy tone came from the other end of the phone and Rum hung up.

Olga sat in the driver's seat, squinting slightly at her now-off phone. Her expression shifted several times. Finally, she tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and stepped on the accelerator.

The low-key black sports car hummed, swung in an arc, and turned towards the organization's manor in the suburbs of Tokyo.

Olga was distracted all the way.

She held the steering wheel loosely in her right hand, tapping it lightly with her index finger without rhythm. Her emerald eyes were clearly looking at the road ahead, but they were slightly distracted.

Olga was thinking about a question. Why did Rum want to meet her in person?

First, rule out any mistakes on her part that warrant Rum's punishment.

Then, there must be something important that must be said in person. After all, their phones all have anti-spyware modules, eliminating the risk of being eavesdropped.

Since even the matter of APTX-4869 could be discussed on the phone, it meant that what Rum was going to talk to her about next was probably even more confidential than APTX-4869, which was a top secret of the organization.

Olga suddenly had a bold idea. The only thing in the organization more important and more secret than APTX-4869 was—

"Bang!"

The brake lights ahead suddenly flickered on, and a car zoomed into view. Olga snapped back to her senses and slammed on the brakes. The recoil from the pedal made her legs numb. The brakes kicked in instantly, and the sound of tires scraping against the road was sharp and piercing, like a blade slicing through metal.

A few wisps of light blue smoke rose from the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of burning rubber. Olga's vision was covered by the white light of the airbag suddenly deploying, and everything around her seemed magnified and blurred.

In an instant, her chest was hit by the airbag and it hurt, and her body bounced back into the seat.

The sound of brakes gradually died down, leaving only the faint wheezing of the sports car's engine and the frantic pounding of her heart. The rear of the car in front of her was slightly dented, its red taillights like drooping eyelids, silently accusing her of the thrilling experience.

Soon, the front door opened, and a uniformed figure got out of the driver's seat and walked towards Olga.

uniform……?

Olga subconsciously glanced at the car in front and noticed that its roof was faintly flashing with alternating blue and red lights - the car she rear-ended was actually a police car!

Sh*t!

Before Olga could mentally curse Rum, a serious, but not angry, face appeared before her. The convertible car had saved the other person the trouble of knocking on the window.

Olga obediently placed her hands on the steering wheel, where the airbag had inflated. Then she remembered that this wasn't America, and the other party wouldn't be so startled as to empty the magazine in front of her just because they didn't see her hands.

Even the police officer may not have carried a gun with him...

"Miss, are you okay?" The policeman leaned down slightly, with a hint of professional concern in his tone.

Olga thought the voice sounded familiar. She turned around and saw a man with a long, thin face, a decent height, and messy bangs. Olga hadn't seen many Japanese police officers before, so she quickly remembered him.

"Officer Takagi?"

"Eh? Do you know me?" In an instant, all the seriousness on Takagi Wataru's face disappeared, and a kind of confused stupidity appeared on his face.

Just at this moment, a man walked down from the passenger seat of the police car in front. He was short and fat, wearing a brown windbreaker and a hat of the same color.

Olga was speechless. Why did he rear-end two police officers in a rare incident?

But fortunately, these two should not be traffic police...

"Brother Takagi? Have you finished the negotiation?" Megure Jusan stood on the other side of Olga, next to the passenger seat. He glanced at Olga, then became a little confused. "Huh? Little girl, I think I've seen you somewhere before?"

If someone else said this, it might just be a flirtation. But when Megure Jusan said it, it sounded completely righteous. Sometimes, you have to admit, temperament is a very mysterious thing.

Olga sighed. "I'll give you the insurance company's number, and then—"

"Oh! I remember now!" Megure Jusan suddenly knocked his left fist against his right palm, as if he had suddenly understood something. "We met you on the previous flight to New York!"

After being told this by Megure Jusan, Takagi Wataru also remembered: "Oh! Yes, yes, yes! It was on the flight to New York!"

Olga's face is hard to forget, even if you just appreciate it.

But Olga didn't want to reminisce. She pushed open the car door, refused Takagi's help, and with great effort, freed herself from the airbag and left the deformed car.

There were no injuries to her legs or body. She felt a little dizzy and had a little ringing in her ears; she thought it was a mild concussion. But it was okay, it would be fine in a while. Olga made a quick assessment and walked around to the passenger side to pick up her dropped phone. Although the screen was shattered, the phone still worked.

She lowered her head and swiped the screen to flip through the address book, while interrupting Gao Mushi and Megure Jusan: "You can contact my insurance company later. I'm in a hurry, so I'll leave first--"

But Megure Jusan seriously rejected Olga's proposal: "Miss, can I see your driver's license?"

Olga glanced at the screen of her mobile phone. It was 12:30 pm. If she wasted any more time, she would never be able to meet Rum on time.

But she didn't have a gun.

She did have her driver's license, though.

Olga decided to be a law-abiding citizen for once. She opened the passenger glove box and pulled out a card from among a pile of miscellaneous items.

Megure Jusan took the card written entirely in English and read it with a painful expression. Then, his eyebrows knitted together.

Olga realized almost immediately that, unfortunately, she probably wouldn't be able to be a law-abiding citizen today—

"Ms. Olga Chris." Megure Jusan read out the name on Olga's driver's license in his awkward Japanese English. "This is not a Japanese driver's license."

Isn't that obvious? Olga said patiently, "It's a California driver's license."

Megure repeatedly compared the photo on the driver's license with Olga's face: "Don't you think there's something wrong with this driver's license?"

"What's the problem?" This driver's license is legal!

Getting a driver's license is one of the few legal things Olga can do.

Megure Jusan's expression looked a little conflicted: "But this is America's driver's license."

"yes."

Reluctantly, Megure Jusan took out a small handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead: "Ms. Chris, I need to remind you that you are driving in Japan now."

Olga still looked confused: "This is a legal driver's license."

Megure Jusan was completely speechless. He thought to himself, these Americans are always so ignorant and arrogant, taking it for granted that everyone in the world speaks English, that the US dollar is accepted, and now they even take it for granted that their country's driver's license is universally recognized... Fortunately, the American in front of him could speak Japanese and didn't start blabbering English at him right away.

Perhaps because the confusion on Olga's face was too genuine to be fake, Takagi Wataru had to explain, "Ms. Chris, if you didn't apply for an IDP before leaving the United States, you can't use your US driver's license in Japan. Hahaha, it's not a big deal. However, you may still need to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department with us first. Don't worry, it won't take up too much time."

Takagi Wataru's attitude was quite good, with a silly smile on his face and one hand scratching the back of his head. Megure Jusan sighed speechlessly on the side: "Brother Takagi, it seems that you still don't remember the law clearly."

Then, in Takagi Wataru's confused eyes, Megure Jusan turned to Olga and said, "Ms. Chris, if you are under 18, Japanese law does not allow you to drive a vehicle even if you hold a valid IDP."

Olga: "..." I should have brought a gun earlier! It would be a shame not to kill someone in such a remote road!

It was a pity Olga didn't have a gun. She felt like she had lost her mind, actually discussing Japanese law with two policemen for so long.

She would definitely be late for her meeting with Rum. Olga glanced at her phone. 12:50 pm. Should she tell him she was at the Metropolitan Police Department when Rum called to question her?

Jesus……

Olga didn't want to go to the Metropolitan Police Department. She put her acting skills to good use: "I'll be 18 in less than two weeks. Officers, since this is my first offense and I'm sincerely repentant, please let me go this time! I'll cover the full cost of repairing the car, please!"

Olga clasped her hands together, her expression couldn't be more sincere.

Takagi Shigeru was in a dilemma and felt conflicted for a moment. After all, the girl had just arrived in Japan and it was understandable that she was not familiar with the situation here.

Megure Jusan was also hesitant for a moment, but as a senior police officer, he couldn't make a mistake on principle, so he advised in a gentle voice: "It won't waste much time. Just go with us to the Metropolitan Police Department to get an accident report. The prosecutor may not necessarily prosecute you."

It seems that I will definitely go to jail.

"Okay." Olga quickly typed a line of words on her phone, then looked up and turned off the screen. She walked towards the police car coming towards her. Halfway, she turned back to look at Megure Jusan and Takagi Wataru, "Officers, aren't you leaving?"

The police car that was coming was obviously called by Megure Jusan to pick them up.

"Oh...oh!" Takagi Wataru came to his senses and quickly followed. Meanwhile, Megure Jusan had a much more complicated expression.

Just then, the two officers witnessed a true "face-changing" moment. It happened in a split second. The girl, who had a look of genuine repentance and a pitiful expression one moment, had a completely blank expression the next, her eyes frighteningly cold. Even if she'd been told she'd killed a dozen people, Megure Jusan wouldn't have doubted it.

It was at this moment that Megure Jusan suddenly remembered that on the plane to New York, the red-haired girl in front of him had directly pressed the cigarette butt into someone's face!