Yukiko initially only wanted revenge for a meal, but now she's completely hooked.
"What kind of excitement is this! If we don't stop now, we're all going to jail!"
Eri Kisaki finally couldn't hold back and yelled.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I've already prepared!"
Yukiko continued speeding while offering words of comfort.
She had made thorough preparations beforehand, borrowing props from her mischievous younger brother and repeatedly testing and confirming them to ensure that she would not cause any accidents to others on the road before she dared to speed so recklessly.
The only possible impact would be on the police chasing them.
However, this is not a big problem. She, Yukiko Fujimine, is super rich!
If we donate some money to the police later, the matter will be easily resolved.
That's how she handled it when she was speeding in Country M.
In capitalist countries, money is everything.
"Absolutely not! Stop the car right now, or I'm going to strangle you!"
After hearing Yukiko's explanation, Eri breathed a slight sigh of relief, but still pinched Yukiko's soft spot and issued a stern warning.
"Hiss~"
Yukiko gasped and quickly begged pitifully, "I was wrong, I was wrong, Eri, I know I was wrong. Please stop pinching me. Once I've crossed the next intersection and shaken off the police behind me, I promise I'll stop right away!"
"Hmph, you better keep your word. If you dare to try anything again, see how I deal with you!"
Eri pinched her hard again, her eyes full of warning.
The best outcome would definitely be to shake off the police; otherwise, if she gets caught, where would she put the face of the invincible queen?
"Heh heh, don't worry, Eri, trust my driving skills. Don't forget, I'm the Queen of Motorcycles!"
Yukiko smiled smugly, then stuck out her pink tongue and gently licked her lips, her eyes filled with confidence.
She suddenly gripped the accelerator, and the speed increased instantly.
Then, she accelerated smoothly around a bend, and to the astonishment of onlookers, quickly left the police car behind her behind, speeding away like a bolt of lightning.
...
While the chase was intense above, at the exit below the overpass, Yamamura Misao had already prepared.
"Yes, I'm ready, just waiting for them to come down."
"Yes, yes, I understand. I will definitely not let them get away!"
After reporting to Miike Naeko over the walkie-talkie, Yamamura Misao, carrying tire spikes, stood ready at the exit.
"We must stop them!" Yamamura Misao silently encouraged himself.
This is an opportunity, a chance for him to leave the traffic police department again.
Yamamura knew this all too well. The fact that the other party was so arrogant in ignoring the police cars chasing behind him and was desperately trying to escape meant that he must be carrying a serious case and was afraid of being caught by the police.
This was his intuition, stemming from his past experience as a criminal investigator.
Yamamura Misao believed in his own judgment and his own abilities.
If they can successfully stop this car, they can provide crucial clues for solving the case and prove their own worth.
Ever since he accidentally offended that mysterious big shot in Gunma Prefecture, he was ruthlessly transferred from the criminal investigation department, which was in charge of the area, to the traffic police department, and became an insignificant little traffic policeman.
Because of this incident, he received a lot of ridicule and sarcasm from his friends whom he had met in the professional group.
In Japan, under normal circumstances, police officers from professional backgrounds can easily skip the promotion path that others take more than ten years to complete and be promoted directly to inspector in just one year.
But instead of being promoted, he was transferred to the traffic police department, falling from a promising path into a trough.
"They're here!"
Yamamura Misao heard a roar coming from afar, and his nerves tensed up.
"This is my only chance, and I must seize it!"
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