1 a.m., Queens, New York.
With the exciting engine sound, the Harley 883 drove unhindered onto the suburban highway and headed northeast towards Massachusetts.
As soon as the rear of the Harley 883 left Queens...
Buzz....
Ministry of Transportation, Police Department, City Hall...
The computer systems of almost all agencies started up automatically at the same time and resumed normal operation.
Countless calls flooded into the line, and the police station was suddenly very busy.
No one knows what happened just now...
The police who lost their walkie-talkies and telephones were like headless flies, with no idea where to go.
This is also the real reason for the chaos in New York.
Now that telephones and intercom lines have resumed normal operation, countless police officers are driving police cars to the accident site in New York's District 5. Even the FBI has been forced to take action and carry out armed suppression.
Just a few hours after the system malfunctioned, New York had already lost more than ten billion dollars, and this is just a preliminary estimate.
Jack, the FBI director in charge of arresting Makoto Sakaki, had sent out most of his men, and the few who were left were also keeping an eye on Chris Wynyard's apartment.
What they don't know is...
Makoto Sakaki and Vermouth had already left New York.
The highway at night looked a little desolate on both sides, the ground was slippery, and there were few vehicles.
Due to the rain, Sakaki Makoto could only slow down the car to prevent the tires from slipping.
He is different from the old man who loves racing...
A motorcycle cannot hit a car.
There is no protection. Once an accident occurs at high speed...
The consequences are disastrous.
Unless he is allowed to drive an armored vehicle, he will dare to do whatever he wants.
The cool rain splashed on his neck and face, and Sakaki Makoto stared at the road ahead, concentrating intently.
There are no street lights on American highways.
Once you leave the city, it’s dark all around and you can only rely on yourself.
Fortunately, the highway is not far from New York, and you can often see cars passing by, so it doesn’t affect anything.
Only...
Not far behind them, a Ford Shelby was following them like a ghost.
At the beginning of the new year, Sakaki Makoto didn't think much about it. A highway is a highway because anyone can walk on it.
But the other party followed them through Manhattan and Queens, and now on the highway, they didn't even try to overtake, but just kept a distance from them...
How could Sakaki Makoto not notice anything unusual?
The key is...
The other party didn't seem to have any intention of hiding anything and just followed behind him so openly that it was hard not to notice.
Such an insightful character...
Sakaki Makoto thought about it and could only think of one person.
Vermouth.
Only the other party knows where Miss Miyano used to live and can catch up with her at the first time.
If the people in the car were the FBI, they should have surrounded me long ago instead of watching me leave New York.
"What's wrong?"
The freckled boy noticed Sakaki Makoto's abnormality and couldn't help asking:
"Have the police caught up with us?"
"no..."
Sakaki Makoto retracted his gaze and said calmly:
"Just an old acquaintance."
"Is...is there any danger?"
The freckled boy was very worried.
He figured it out...
Anyone who has anything to do with Sakaki Makoto is definitely not a good person.
"You are in danger, but I am not."
“.......”
Wrapping up his coat, the freckled boy turned pale:
"Can you get rid of him?"
"I don't want to die yet..."
"Yes, but not now."
Sakaki glanced at the roadside sign and realized they were heading toward the New York border.
The road in front of us is straight, leading to the skyline without any obstructions. It is a paradise for vehicles.
How can the speed of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle be compared with that of a sports car?
What's more, the road is slippery. If you accelerate in this situation, not only will you fail to get rid of the other party, but you will also put yourself in danger.
The time...is not yet ripe.
Vermouth obviously had no intention of stopping them.
In that case...
Things will be much easier.
..............................
At 5 a.m., due to its rotation, the sun came to 18° below the horizon.
The sun has not yet risen, but the sunlight has already penetrated into the atmosphere, diluting the fluorescence of the stars. The thin atmosphere is not enough to reflect the sunlight...
The United States has ushered in the last darkness before dawn.
The freckled boy was sleeping soundly on Sakaki Makoto's back, and the speed of the Harley 883 had obviously slowed down a lot.
After driving the motorcycle for nearly 5 hours, Makoto Sakaki couldn't help feeling tired.
He looked up at the sky, but there were no stars there, even the moon had disappeared.
The towering sky seemed like a black curtain covering the top of our heads. Apart from the light from the car lights, everything else was dark.
"Hey, wake up!"
Sakaki Makoto shouted.
"Hmm..."
The freckled boy woke up, rubbed his dry eyes, and wiped his drool:
"My name is not Hello, I have a name..."
"Where are we?"
"We have passed Albany and entered Massachusetts."
According to the sign on the roadside, Sakaki looked at the map:
"Twenty miles ahead, there is a small town called Pittsfield."
Putting away the map, he said:
"Let's rest there for a while."
The motorcycle started again, and the Ford Shelby stopped at the back followed, neither hurried nor impatient.
In the car, Vermouth, sitting in the driving seat, holding a women's cigarette, controlled the steering wheel with one hand, looking comfortable.
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