Chapter 80 Stop flirting!

By this time, the agile prisoner had already run to the parking lot.

Perhaps because he had subconsciously considered the possibility of his plan failing and him escaping capture, he specially rode a motorcycle here today.

The prisoner lifted his leg and got on the motorcycle...

"Oh no! He's going to escape on his motorcycle!" Matsuda Jinpei was the first to rush out, his voice urgent.

A human leg can't keep up with a speeding motorcycle!

"Hurry and chase!" Date Hang gritted his teeth and accelerated with all his might.

We must pull him off the motorcycle before he starts the engine!

The same flame burned in their eyes.

But it was too late. Furuya Rei made a decision and began searching for available vehicles.

Damn it, he doesn't have the sports car keys!

Perhaps it was a rebound from rock bottom, or perhaps the series of unexpected events had dulled the prisoner's senses; he was surprisingly calm at this moment. Hearing hurried footsteps approaching behind him, he turned the key and pressed the start button without turning his head, then suddenly turned the handle!

The motorcycle roared arrogantly and shot off like an arrow, about to merge into the traffic. A cunning smile crept onto the criminal's lips.

"He got away!" Matsuda Jinpei punched a pillar in the parking lot, his voice filled with frustration.

Rei Furuya also curled his lip in a sharp smirk.

At this critical moment—

"zero--!"

A clear voice rang out from behind.

Rei Furuya suddenly turned around and was pleasantly surprised to see Ikuya Nekono, who had taken a shortcut to get there. He was even more surprised to see the sports car key hooked on the fingertip of his right hand, which was raised high.

"I guess you need this."

"Nekono Ikuya shouted, his emerald eyes shining brightly. He pressed the unlock button hard!"

"Chirp—beep!"

Not far away, a sleek, bright silver sports car with a cool design and smooth lines turned on its headlights, like a sleeping beast opening its eyes.

Immediately, the doors on both sides of the sports car gracefully rose up like eagle wings.

"Open this!" Nekono Ikuya tossed the key to Furuya Rei.

The key traced an arc in the air before being caught smoothly by Rei Furuya. Perfect timing! Rei Furuya's purplish-gray eyes lit up as well.

He didn't even ask a question. His gaze met that of Nekono Ikuya instantly, and their eyes met with an unspoken understanding.

"Yu Mi and I went to chase after them first!"

Without hesitation, as he passed Matsuda Jinpei and Date Kouji, Furuya Rei left behind a rapidly receding figure and a sentence that drifted away on the wind.

He dashed to the sports car, inserted the key, started the engine, and nimbly got into the driver's seat, his movements as fluid as if he had practiced beforehand.

Almost simultaneously, Nekono Ikuya crouched down and sat in the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt with astonishing speed and fluid movements.

"Bang!" "Bang!" The car doors closed smoothly, and Nekono Ikuya and Furuya Rei exchanged a smile.

The next second, Rei Furuya stepped on the gas!

In an instant, only Matsuda Jinpei and Date Wataru remained, staring dumbfounded at the departing sports car, along with a wisp of smoke left by the friction of the tires on the ground.

Date Wataru: "..."

Matsuda Jinpei: "."

Speed ​​and passion are unfolding on the road.

"Hold on tight," Furuya Rei whispered, his gaze fixed on the disappearing target ahead, his tone calm and confident.

"Hmm." Nekono Ikuya responded, still with his handsome appearance of black hair and blue eyes, but his gaze had a sharp, eager look.

He quickly tapped a few times on the in-car screen in front of him, bringing up a real-time traffic map of the nearby area—it's reasonable that technology applications naturally lag behind, and large corporations possess technology that is more advanced than what the public uses in their daily lives.

The Nekono Group owns its own satellites.

The powerful acceleration pressed the two firmly into their seats. Furuya Rei's handling was precise and fluid, with effortless gear shifting and steering. The gleaming silver sports car weaved nimbly through traffic, occasionally executing thrilling yet smooth lane changes, keeping a tight grip on the elusive motorcycle ahead.

The advantage of the motorcycle's small size was seemingly negated by Furuya Rei's superb riding skills.

Rei Furuya's driving skills have improved so quickly, Ikuya Nekono thought in surprise.

The motorcycle also noticed the relentlessly pursuing sports car. After several attempts, it still couldn't shake off the sports car by using the traffic flow, so it began to turn.

Nekono Ikuya quickly assessed the situation: "Damn it, there are many narrow alleys to the right about 300 meters ahead, making it difficult for sports cars to pass. There are also many exits, and it would be easy to lose him if we tried to intercept him by taking shortcuts!"

What's wrong with this prisoner? He's not good at killing, but he's got a whole set of escape techniques?

You must have misallocated your skill points!

“Uh, he is most likely to be…” Nekono Ikuya carefully calculated the most likely course of action the other party would take.

His CPU was burning out. Although Nekono Ikuya had good predictive abilities, it couldn't compensate for his almost complete lack of knowledge about the criminal. He hadn't even met the criminal in person, and his observation of the other party was limited to the two minutes of sports car and motorcycle chase.

But three seconds later, Ikuya Nekono finally gave a difficult answer: "This spot!"

"Let's go to this spot! He'll most likely appear here, and even if he doesn't, this is the easiest spot for us to change lanes!"

The margin for error is very high!

After a thorough and intense period of thought, Nekono Ikuya's eyes brightened slightly, and his voice carried a barely perceptible hint of excitement. He turned his head to look at Furuya Rei.

His eyes asked inquiringly, "How is it?"

"—Or we can just chase after them."

Rei Furuya's lips curled into a small but noticeable smile, and his purplish-gray eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if even his non-existent tail had suddenly perked up, carrying a restrained excitement of finding an opportunity to showcase his new skill.

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"?" Nekono Ikuya was slightly taken aback by his sudden, wild declaration, and subconsciously tilted her head, her blue eyes full of curiosity.

Rei Furuya's slightly arrogant voice rang out inside the sports car: "Sit tight, Yuya. I recently learned a move from Hagiwara."

Hagiwara? The same generation as Rei Furuya with medium-length black hair and violet eyes?

What did you learn?

Before Nekono Ikuya could even voice his questions, Furuya Rei's eyes narrowed, and he floored the accelerator, following the motorcycle into the narrow alley.

Then he jerked the steering wheel, and the sports car spun nimbly with a creak.

The sports car is on the wall!

Nekono Ikuya: "!!!"

The motorcyclist, already sporting a smug smile, noticed something amiss with the noise. He peeked back and exclaimed, "!!!"

Damn it, I'm reporting this! Someone's cheating!

The motorcyclist's smile immediately vanished.

The psychological pressure instantly reached its limit.

Nekono Ikuya didn't hold back her praise: "Beautiful!"

He couldn't help but glance at Rei Furuya's profile. His purplish-gray eyes deepened with focus and excitement, like a flame being forged. Rei Furuya's demeanor also became flamboyant, radiating a commanding and aggressive charisma.

Nekono Ikuya's originally clear and bright blue eyes became deeper as he focused intently on Furuya Rei.

Boom, boom, boom.

My heart pounded along with the car's sudden acceleration and the roar of its engine. I couldn't tell if it was excitement or just a flutter in my heart.

Nekono Ikuya stopped talking and just kept holding her face and looking at Furuya Rei with a smile.

—Although the car was occasionally going up the wall, causing the center of gravity of the people inside to shift constantly, everyone except the driver should have felt dizzy. But Nekono Ikuya seemed unaffected, remaining calm and composed.

His gaze was just a little too focused and intense.

Being praised and gazed upon by his lover, Furuya Rei felt no discomfort whatsoever; on the contrary, the corners of his mouth curved into a deeper smile.

With his striking blond hair and bright purple eyes, Rei Furuya gripped the steering wheel tightly and continued driving in a way that seemed terrifying to others, but which he himself was quite confident about.

Break through defenses! Break through defenses drastically!

The motorcyclist, who had inadvertently glanced in the rearview mirror, was momentarily stunned, his mind lapsed for a few seconds, initially unaware of what was happening, before finally understanding the meaning of what he had seen: ...

His pupils dilated in shock, and he glanced at the rearview mirror again in disbelief.

Wait, am I right? Aren't there pink bubbles floating around the two people in the sports car?!

What the hell? What's going on? They're engaged in a fierce chase!

He's earnestly escaping from the pursuit of some righteous person who suddenly appeared out of nowhere! Can't you at least respect his efforts?!

Knowing that the blond guy behind them was a skilled driver and had a strong sense of justice in pursuing the criminal, was it too much to use him as a catalyst for the development of their relationship?

Prisoners also have human rights.

Stop flirting!

He was internally screaming with rage, and his hand slipped, nearly causing him to crash into the wall. "!!!" He quickly regained his composure after a slight shock, but his heart was still pounding.

Your heartbeat and my heartbeat seem different.

He met Furuya Rei's gaze, which was a mixture of looking at an idiot and worrying that he might accidentally die.

A huge "vegetable" character silently landed on his head.

he:"."

The motorcyclist felt he was being looked down upon, but even so, he couldn't shake off the sports car behind him, and he was exhausted from being chased by it.

Break through defenses! Break through defenses drastically!

At this point, it wasn't a question of escaping capture and avoiding jail time; it was a matter of dignity. He was willing to stake his reputation as the "Little Racing God of Mount Akina" to shake off this blond-haired guy!

The motorcycle-riding criminals caught fire.

Inside the sports car, Rei Furuya looked ahead in confusion: "Why did he suddenly get so worked up?"

Nekono Ikumi glanced at him casually and said indifferently, "Nonsense."

Rei Furuya's eyes gleamed with excitement: "It's getting me all fired up too."

Nekono Ikumi smiled warmly, her blue eyes sparkling: "It makes perfect sense."

"His tone changes so quickly," Furuya Rei glanced at Nekono Ikuya with amusement. "What a double standard."

Nekono Ikuya winked gently at Furuya Rei. "Eh, you don't like it?"

The prisoners rode the motorcycle faster and became obsessed with showing off, seeking out all sorts of familiar yet strange terrain. They completely deviated from the main road.

During this time, Zero subtly pressured and guided the car, because chasing another car in a densely populated area could easily scare someone into an accident.

The motorcyclist didn't care. He'd tried before and found he couldn't shake off the sports car by relying on traffic, so he might as well try somewhere he was more familiar with.

He turned onto a narrow, winding path, thinking that since the ground was uneven and there were no walls, he could at least distance himself from the sports cars behind him.

Then he turned around and saw that the car behind him was gone. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the other car had taken a shortcut; it had flown across the broken bridge beside him!

It took flight!

"Creak—"

Don't stop your sports car in front of him!

The motorcyclist died; his pupils dilated in shock. Had Earth's physics engine malfunctioned?!

Report this, someone here is cheating!