"Huh?"
The key was taken away by Miss Miyano, and Hattori Heiji was shocked and hurriedly chased after her:
"Ms. Miyano, let's take a taxi to the station together..."
How could he just stand by and watch when such a big thing happened in Osaka?
The Shinkansen operating hours are from 6:00 am to around 11:00 pm. If you go to the station now...
We can reach Osaka at the latest by 11 o'clock.
On the white-gray marble path, Miss Miyano threw her helmet to Makoto Sakaki, sat on the motorcycle, clamped the seat with her tight thighs, inserted the key into the lock and turned it, and said:
"You stay and look after the house!"
"Cheng, come up and hold my waist!"
"ah..."
Sakaki Makoto was slightly startled.
He also thought...
It was me who was driving Miss Miyano.
I didn't expect that it was Miss Miyano who rode a bike to give him a ride...
There was no time to hesitate. He put on his helmet, jumped onto the back of the motorcycle, put his arms around Miss Miyano's slightly thin waist, and moved forward:
"Let's go."
Miss Miyano pressed the start button of the CB-400 motorcycle, and instantly...
Woo!
The four-cylinder engine roars, the spark plugs start working, and the powerful pistons move up and down, continuously transmitting power to the metal transfer rods.
The headlights emitted a cylindrical beam of light, and the tachometer jumped up and down, maintaining around 1500 rpm.
Motorcycles are different from some cars. Take Honda CB-400 as an example. If you start a cold car, you need to preheat it first.
Woo...Woo!
Miss Miyano kept turning the throttle, and the CB-400 roared.
When the motorcycle is fully preheated and the gasoline can be completely mixed with the air...
The choke was half open, air was flowing in, and Miss Miyano took a deep breath...
Just tiptoe lightly, retract the support frame, engage the clutch and shift gears, all in one smooth motion.
"Hold on tight!"
With a slight turn of the handle, the CB-400 rushed forward, its taillights drawing a semicircle, and turned out of the courtyard, gradually increasing in speed.
Amid the high-spirited roar, Miss Miyano and Makoto Sakaki flew away quickly...
In the yard, Hattori Heiji stared blankly at their backs and murmured:
"My favorite car..."
...............................
At 7:55 p.m., the road from Beika-cho to Tokyo Station was jammed with traffic.
8 o'clock, the last moment of the rush hour.
The company's office workers, after working overtime for several hours, walked home tiredly.
There seems to be a car accident ahead, and the traffic police are sorting out the traffic, but...
The huge flow of traffic blocked the lane, which was already narrow.
In the thick night, neon lights flicker, and many men enjoy a few moments of peace before going home.
However...
The sudden roar, accompanied by the exclamations of passers-by, interrupted their thoughts that had entered the world of depression.
In the rearview mirror, a headlight was approaching from afar without slowing down.
There's a traffic jam ahead. Who wants to die?
Drivers rolled down their windows and leaned out curiously to see which brave man dared to challenge the dignity of the traffic class.
What surprised them was...
The one who came was actually a Honda CB-400 motorcycle.
Driving...
Looks like a young girl?
Miss Miyano's expression was indifferent, as if the traffic jam didn't exist at all. She stepped on the accelerator and the paint on her tires rubbed against the asphalt road so fiercely that they were almost on fire.
whoosh!
It was like a rocket flying past their eyes. Before the drivers could even see the rider's face clearly, the taillights of the Honda CB-400 slid past.
The long hair fluttered in the wind, and only the lemon scent lingering in the air revealed the owner's fiery personality.
“It’s really intoxicating...”
The drivers were stunned for a moment.
They thought:
The person driving the car must be a beautiful girl.
It's better to be young...
The red taillights dragged a long stream of light, and the motorcycle swiftly passed through the narrow gap in the traffic flow. Under the control of Miss Miyano...
Honda CB-400 has unleashed its full potential.
The speed was so fast that even the screams of passers-by could not catch up.
Under the dull gaze of several traffic police officers, the motorcycle drove past them with swagger, even...
As she passed by, Miss Miyano blew her flute.
"Damn it!!!"
A patrol chief couldn't stand it anymore.
This is too arrogant!
Treat them as non-human beings!
"Hurry up and chase me!!!"
"How to chase..."
The people nearby looked at the completely blocked roads and said:
"We can't even get out now..."
"I can't catch up with you even with my two legs..."
"License plate, has the license plate come down?!"
"I took the picture, I took the picture..."
Someone raised a camera and zoomed in on the white license plate on the motorcycle.
【Osaka 84-99】
“Mad!”
The inspector general was furious:
"How dare a car from another city act so arrogantly in Tokyo?!"
"Check it for me!"
"I want to see who this person is!"
"yes!"
Someone immediately called the General Administration, told them the license number, and conducted an online query.
After a while...
"Patrol, Chief Patrol..."
The policeman who made the call turned around with a look of shock on his face:
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