“They’re coming out!”

At 3:45 p.m., Yasuteru Domon walked out of the office with a group of people, got in the car, and drove east.

"From the direction he's heading, Domon Yasuteru should be heading to the Self-Defense Forces base..."

Putting down the telescope, Conan said seriously:

"It's time for us to go out."

More than ten minutes ago, Ishikawa Hide received a report from his younger brother, and learned that Chianti and Cohen arrived at the Toriya Bridge from the north avenue, and the two of them split into two groups, occupying both sides of the Toriya Bridge, and chose high-rise buildings with a wide view as sniper points.

Looking down from their perspective, the entire Toriya Bridge can be seen at a glance.

but....

Except for the Chianti duo, no one else showed up.

As the vanguard, the appearance of Chianti and Cohen means that the operation has officially begun, the trap has been set, and the next step is to wait for the prey.

At 3:55 p.m., the Mercedes-Benz convoy that Yasuki Domon was in appeared at the far end of the West Side Avenue. The whole of Tokyo was shrouded in dark clouds. A cold breeze was blowing on the streets. Pedestrians unconsciously wrapped their clothes tightly and quickened their pace.

"It looks like the weather forecast is wrong again."

In the back seat of the Mercedes, Domon Yasuki saw the sudden change in the weather and sighed:

“It’s going to rain…”

Although he felt something was wrong, Domon Yasuki remained calm. He thought for a moment, took out his cell phone, and called his wife:

"Meijiang? It's me. I have some things to do today, so you don't have to wait for me for dinner..."

...............................

"Brother, Chianti said that she saw Domon Yasuhiro's car."

One kilometer away from Toriya Bridge, in a Porsche 356a parked on the roadside, Vodka said on his cell phone:

"It will take another 2 minutes to get to the bridge."

2 minutes, not fast, not slow. Gin, with his feet on the console, estimated the time and contacted Vermouth via the intercom:

"It's your turn to perform."

"receive."

Vermouth, wearing a black tight leather jacket, started the engine, engaged the clutch, and turned the handlebars lightly. The motorcycle under her crotch immediately made a roar like a beast. The next second, the motorcycle rushed out of the alley like an arrow and headed straight for the Toriya Bridge.

"whispering sound....."

Seeing the motorcycle that appeared at the end of Toriya Bridge in the sniper scope, chasing the Mercedes Benz team at high speed, Chianti couldn't help but say in the channel:

"If she is caught, I will shoot her without hesitation!"

"This...is a public channel."

Cohen's voice came from the headset.

"What are you afraid of? Gin and the others are too far away to receive the signal!"

"But...Vermouth can hear..."

“If that moment ever comes, I want Chianti to shoot me in the face so no one can recognize me.”

Vermouth didn't care about Chianti's 'threat' at all, but was very calm:

"Don't show mercy..."

"......"

Chianti didn't say anything in rebuttal, but just silently pulled the trigger and let the sniper scope move with the motorcycle.

She was not just saying this casually. If Vermouth really fell into the hands of the police or the FBI, Chianti would definitely shoot.

Soon, the speeding motorcycle caught up with the Mercedes-Benz convoy that was driving at the law-abiding speed. After seeing the approaching motorcycle in the rearview mirror, the driver of the Mercedes-Benz convoy politely made way to let Vermouth go first.

Of course Vermouth was not polite. She turned the throttle and the motorcycle accelerated again. The taillights left a trail of afterimage and she easily overtook the opponent.

"Bosozoku?"

Domon Yasuki looked at the hot Vermouth in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little confused. In his understanding, this crazy driving style seemed to be limited to the bikers. As for the bikers...

We still need to be more restrained.

But Vermouth doesn't dress like a biker gang. There are no fancy decorations or weird speakers. She is wrapped in a black leather jacket, and her face cannot be seen under the helmet. The most impressive thing is...

It must be that pair of breasts that are about to burst out.

It’s so big that I can’t even zip it up!

Even though it was just a moment of overtaking, Vermouth left a very deep impression in Yasuki Domon's mind.

At this moment, the car Vermouth in front suddenly slowed down, causing the driver of the Mercedes behind to brake as well, otherwise they would have collided.

Immediately afterwards, the motorcycle under Vermouth's crotch began to sway violently from side to side, like a flag fluttering in the wind and rain. Seeing this scene, Domon Yasuaki was shocked and thought to himself that something was wrong.

No matter what the situation, keeping the vehicle body stable is something the driver must do, especially for motorcycles. Once the vehicle body starts to sway, the driver will have to fend for himself.

Under the gaze of everyone, the motorcycle in front suddenly fell over, and the metal pedals came into contact with the road, creating sparks. Vermouth did not panic. She tensed her limbs, landed on her back, controlled her body to remain in a relatively stable state, and slid out diagonally with the motorcycle.

squeak!

A teeth-grinding brake sound was heard, and the experienced Mercedes driver immediately stepped on the brakes to the bottom and stopped the car precariously.

There was a break in the traffic flow, and Vermouth was lying motionless on the empty road ahead, as if she had fainted.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Domon Yasuki said in a deep voice:

"Go down and save them!"

"yes!"

The bodyguards in the car quickly opened the door and rushed out. There were rivers on both sides of the Toriya Bridge, and Yasuteru Domon was safe sitting in the car, so they had no worries.

Several bodyguards gathered around Vermouth, one of them squatted down and asked:

"Hey, are you okay?"

Because they were not sure of the other party's injuries, the bodyguards did not dare to act rashly. If a fracture occurred, moving the body without authorization might cause secondary injury. As retired soldiers, these rules must be strictly followed.

Lying on the ground, Vermouth observed the bodyguards through the black mask of her helmet without making any movement.

whoosh!

A few drops of blood splashed on her mask, and a bodyguard fell to the ground. The other companions were stunned at first, but then they reacted and their faces suddenly changed:

"Oh no, there's a sniper! Quickly find cover to protect Mr. Domon!!!"

"Bullet! The bullet came from behind!"

"No! There's more than one sniper!"

Chianti and Cohen opened fire at the same time on both sides. Sniper rifles spit out flames one after another, bullet casings fell to the ground with a clang, and the muzzles of guns equipped with silencers shot out bullets full of the breath of death. The bodyguards fell one after another.

In the blink of an eye, all eight bodyguards brought by Yasuki Domon were killed or injured, leaving only three trembling, pale drivers, the calm-faced 'fake Sakaki Makoto', and Yasuki Domon sitting in the back seat.