The violent push on his back frightened the freckled boy and he screamed loudly.
He is not afraid of racing.
He also likes the feeling of being pushed back.
but....
The prerequisite is to have someone to push your back!!!
There was nothing behind him, and the freckled boy felt like he was about to fly out.
He could only hug Sakaki Makoto tightly and stick himself firmly to the seat.
The trees and houses on both sides flashed by and became blurry shadows, but the road ahead remained unchanged.
This moment...
Sakaki Makoto's adrenaline surged and he was extremely excited.
He finally understood...
Why did Miss Miyano ask him to drive carefully?
because...
The Harley 883 not only has a turbocharger system installed, but also has nitroglycerin placed in the fuel tank!
Things like nitroglycerin will greatly reduce the detonation value of gasoline, making it similar to or even lower than diesel.
Why are all the trucks on the road powered by diesel engines?
So exciting!
"What a crazy woman..."
Sakaki Makoto accelerated again, and the speed of the Harley 883 finally exceeded 300km/h.
The traffic policeman on night duty was sitting in the highway car bored, with his legs crossed, smoking and chatting with his colleagues.
Early in the morning...
This is their most leisurely time.
The shift is about to change, and they can go home and sleep as long as they wait for their colleagues to arrive.
"Tari, your wife bakes delicious cakes. When can you invite me to your house for dinner?"
A muscular traffic policeman was drinking coffee and asked his colleague next to him:
"It's better to do it today than today?"
"screw you!"
The policeman named Tari made a universal interstellar friendly gesture:
"We'll be off work in ten minutes."
"When you pay me back the 200-meter knife I owe you, I'll treat you to a meal."
"Then I'll go to the supermarket to buy it..."
"You fucking..."
At this moment, a flash of lightning... no, the motorcycle flew past the speedometer, and the strong wind it brought directly hit the speedometer.
The speedometer in the car shows:
Speed 332km/h.
The two policemen looked at each other, and Tari was about to ring the alarm...
A hand suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Tari, why make yourself uncomfortable?"
The sturdy policeman sighed:
"A motorcycle that can reach 300 kilometers per hour must have been modified. We have to wait until next year to catch up."
"We'll be off work in 10 minutes. Pretend you didn't see it and go home to sleep with your wife..."
“Isn’t it fragrant?”
"...Well said!"
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