"Something happened over there, Hattori-kun."

At 12:35 noon, Sakaki Makoto put down his phone and said solemnly:

"He saw Vermouth driving a motorcycle towards Kanagawa. It's very likely that he was going to find the Boss."

"It's exactly the same as our goal."

Coincidentally, after leaving Teitan Elementary School, Sakaki Makoto, Miss Miyano, and Hiroki ran to the neighboring Haido Town to pick up Kid, planning to go to Yokosuka in the afternoon to observe the surrounding terrain. However, not long after they set off, they received a call from Hattori Heiji.

"Vermouth went to Kanagawa Prefecture?"

Miss Miyano frowned:

"Where's Hattori?"

"He got a taxi with Kazuha and is following Vermouth."

"It's too dangerous! The place Vermouth is going to is likely to be the headquarters of the Black Organization. Once Hattori and the others are discovered, they will surely die!"

Miss Miyano, who had spent a long time in the Black Organization, knew the style of this group of people too well.

The area near the headquarters must be heavily guarded, just like Fujimi Village. Maybe the entire village is filled with spies planted by the Black Organization. If you follow them recklessly without considering the consequences, what's the difference between you and a reckless man?

But then again, Hattori and Conan are like-minded, both are reckless men, the only difference is...

Different accent.

"There's nothing we can do. The incident happened suddenly, so Hattori had to resort to the worst possible strategy. Fortunately, they are not at risk of being exposed for a while. Besides, the other party is Vermouth. For Conan's sake, she probably won't kill Hattori and the others."

As he spoke, Makoto Sakaki stepped on the accelerator, picked up the car's alarm, rolled down the window, and attached the alarm to the roof of the car.

The sirens suddenly sounded loudly, and all the passing vehicles gave way to make way for the Crown sedan.

“I’ve always wanted to do this!”

Sakaki Makoto happily boasted:

“It’s so nice not to be stuck in traffic!”

"Aren't you afraid that the Ministry of Transport will cause trouble for you?!"

The car was going so fast that Kidd and Hongshu had to hold onto the door armrests to feel the push from the acceleration:

"It's easy to get into an accident if you drive that fast!"

"The Criminal Division is handling the case. When will it be the turn of the Transportation Division to complain?"

After ringing the alarm, Sakaki Makoto seemed to get the hang of it and happily stepped on the accelerator again.

"Damn it, could you at least slow down?"

Kidd yelled.

Driving fast and riding in a fast car are two completely different concepts. One enjoys the passion and thrill brought by speed, while the other is worried and nervous behind.

"If you're any slower, they'll leave you behind. Don't you know Vermouth's driving style?"

Sakaki Makoto snorted:

"We are already far behind, and we must rely on speed to win."

"Brother, the top speed of Vermouth's motorcycle is 240 kilometers per hour. How fast can you drive this broken Crown? 200 at most!"

"Oh, you reminded me of that."

With force on his feet, the car speed increased again, and the numbers on the dashboard jumped up steadily, approaching 120.

In cities, especially in big cities like Tokyo where traffic jams are commonplace and people cannot be happy without them, driving at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour is something many drivers would not even dare to dream of.

As Kidd said, once Vermouth's Harley-Davidson leaves the city and gets on the highway, it can unleash the strength of a beast, just like a tiger entering the mountains or a lion returning to its native land, and it no longer needs to be confined to the steel cage of the zoo.

At that time, why would Makoto Sakaki chase others while driving this broken Crown?

Not even worthy of smelling the exhaust!

So they could only race against time and shorten the distance between each other as much as possible before leaving the city.

Kidd, who was sitting in the back seat, turned green in the face. He originally wanted to ask Sakaki Makoto to drive slower, but he didn't expect the opposite effect and he increased the speed again!

Hongshu standing by was already starting to feel carsick.

Broken Crown...The brand new Crown sedan is like a cheetah chasing an antelope, rushing around on intercity roads, crossing double yellow lines, running red lights, pursuing the ultimate speed.

But this is a city road, not a racetrack!

Along the way, everyone asked questions about Sakaki Makoto's eight generations of ancestors, but he didn't care. Since he couldn't hear anything, he just pretended it didn't happen.

Is this called pattern?

No, it's called quality.

The "quality" of the people of Beika Town.

Tokyo is no more than an hour's drive from Kanagawa, but if you want to go to Yokosuka, it will take twice as long.

At 1 p.m., just after Sakaki and his companions left Tokyo, they received a call from Hattori Heiji. After the call was connected, the other party only said three words:

“Lost him.”

When driving in the city, Vermouth still has to take traffic regulations into consideration. After all, she is not on a mission and cannot attract the attention of the traffic department in a big way.

But once they were out of the city and on the highway, Vermouth no longer cared about anything. Highway, highway, what's the point of calling it a highway if you can't drive fast?

So, after smelling the exhaust fumes for more than ten minutes, Hattori Heiji finally lost track.

The driver kept hammering the steering wheel and sighing, looking even more disappointed than Hattori Heiji. He felt heartbroken as if he had passed by a beautiful woman but couldn't get her WeChat number.

Hattori Heiji was unable to deal with this and instead comforted the driver, asking him to continue along the current road to Yokosuka.

Since they couldn't stop on the highway, he and Makoto Sakaki could only wait until they reached Yokosuka to meet up.

But... one thing is certain.

The direction Vermouth was heading was undoubtedly Yokosuka.

She dared to wear tights and ride a motorcycle blatantly because she was sure that no one could be faster than her. As long as no one could catch up with her, what did it matter if she was recognized?

Can't I just sigh in despair?

At 2 pm, the Crown sedan entered Yokosuka. As a military port city, soldiers in plain clothes can be seen everywhere. The spirit of the soldiers is very different from that of ordinary people and they are not difficult to identify.

The car stopped in a parking lot near Tateishi Park. Makoto Sakaki and Miss Miyano got out and headed straight for the shore.

Tateishi Park faces Sagami Bay, with its sparkling waves and beautiful scenery. Sagami Bay is located on the southern coast of Kanagawa Prefecture, at the southern tip of the Miura Peninsula, and is across the sea from the naval port, very close.

Choosing this as the meeting point is also to facilitate the next step of action.

Walking into Tateishi Park, Sakaki Makoto immediately saw Hattori Heiji and his partner sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the park, looking a little depressed.

"Hattori-kun!"

“You are here…”

Hattori Heiji glanced at them and pointed to the wooden board opposite:

"Sit down."

When seeing Kidd, Toyama Kazuha actually smiled and waved at him.

Years of career as a phantom thief have given Kidd a keen insight. He took a step back vigilantly and hid outside the pavilion. No matter how He Ye invited him, he would never take a step forward.

What a joke! I just knocked her out last night, and now you dare to approach her like nothing happened?

Even if the old man wanted to die, he would never hang himself in court!