Chapter 9 Nine Ghosts Behind

After Toru Amuro accelerated his car and turned through the intersection, the two cars behind him seemed to finally realize that he had actually discovered them, and they hurriedly followed.

The blond, dark-skinned public security elite gripped the steering wheel tightly, his purple-blue eyes staring straight ahead, his expression looking increasingly excited, like a black panther whose hunting interest had been aroused, eagerly accepting the challenge in his area of ​​expertise.

"If we're talking about driving skills, I won't lose to anyone." Amuro Toru licked the sharp canine teeth, using the slight sting of the tip of his tongue to ease the overly strong urge to try in his heart, and raised his tone, "Sit still!"

The corner of Akajenna's mouth twitched. He guessed that Amuro Toru must have forgotten that he was a ghost and couldn't fasten his seat belt.

But it doesn't matter.

He then cooperated very well and pretended to cheer: "Mr. Amuro, go ahead!"

In terms of driving skills, Toru Amuro was indeed not exaggerating. Even on a street with heavy traffic, he could perfectly drive the car in various positions, leaving the FBI car behind.

It's like hanging a carrot in front of a mule, and they are now the carrot, leading the mule to the planned place.

After going around an intersection again, the Chevrolet on the left seemed to be finally enraged. It accelerated again and rushed to their car, then continued to slowly move towards them, trying to force Toru Amuro to stop.

However, Amuro Toru, who had been prepared for a long time, didn't even look at that place. He used the "stunts" that were only seen in movies and successfully got rid of the dilemma in a few breaths.

"It's a pity that they didn't ask you to play the role in Fast and Furious." Akae Nayue leaned on Amuro Toru's back steadily and sighed deeply, "You must be very good at racing games, Mr. Amuro."

"There aren't many opportunities for me to race like this in Japan," Amuro Toru replied casually, "I'll give it a try if I get a chance."

As soon as he finished speaking, another Chevrolet of the same model caught up with him from the right. Before Toru Amuro could pay attention, Akae Nazuki reminded him with a sound like before: "They are ready to use weapons."

"Is this still downtown?" the former real lawbreaker sighed, "But that's right, who said Bourbon is dark-skinned."

Amuro Toru understood it immediately and veins on her forehead jumped. She was too lazy to even complain about the other party's hellish joke.

They were gradually approaching the edge of Broadway during the chase. Fortunately, although the FBI had sufficient firepower, they did not send out snipers for the time being. This made it much easier for Amuro Toru to dodge several bullets from behind. Under the watchful eyes of the pursuers, he turned the car around and rushed straight into a deep alley on the side.

Chijiang Nayue turned his head to look at the car that was still closing in behind him, measuring the distance between them, and constantly reproducing the position on the real-time map simulated in his mind.

The FBI might have thought that Bourbon was based in Japan and wasn't very familiar with the streets of Manhattan, but they definitely didn't know that Bourbon now had a human navigator who was more useful than a map, otherwise they wouldn't have followed him so stupidly.

The current actions of Toru Amuro and Nazuki Akae are based on this information gap.

"There are two more bends ahead. After we go out, there will be an open space. There are very few surveillance cameras in this area, so you don't have to worry about being photographed." He bent down to keep himself on the same level as the blond young man, looked straight ahead, and spoke very quickly, "Their snipers should be ready to ambush there. We will act according to the plan while the chaos continues!"

Toru Amuro didn't waste any time. He nodded crisply and controlled the steering wheel with one hand. With his free hand, he quickly unbuckled his seat belt and grabbed the canvas bag that had been placed on the passenger seat.

Three, two, one... now!

The car tires rubbed against the ground, making a sharp and piercing braking sound, leaving two deep marks on the ground and raising dust. When the pursuers who turned up from behind arrived, they had no time to brake and crashed head-on into the car that was stopped at the alley entrance.

Long before they caught up with him, Toru Amuro had already jumped out of the driver's seat after a drift and brake. With the help of the old buildings and smoke around him, he nimbly climbed up the fire escape nearby, then went into the building and successfully passed by the Chevrolet that was rushing downstairs.

Toru Amuro leaned against the dim window, carefully observing the situation outside. Seeing his appearance, Akae Nazuki, who was in a more convenient position, volunteered to stagger outside and lean against the railing of the fire escape, lying there to admire the "blockage" created by the two of them.

"Did the person get off the car?" Toru Amuro then withdrew his gaze with relief, leaned against the wall to take a breath, and asked the little devil on the other side of the wall.

This is a rotten-finished building that has been abandoned for a long time. As it is located at the junction of a prosperous area, homeless people usually use this place as their habitat. However, homeless people in big cities are generally very discerning. As early as when these people rushed in from the alley in a cop-and-gangster movie-like manner, they had the foresight to run away.

So Toru Amuro is not worried about who will hear him talking to himself for the time being.

"Hmm..." A strange sound like a cat snoring escaped from Akae Natsuki's throat, and then she turned around with great enthusiasm and passed through the wall, rushing back to Amuro Toru's side, nodding at him happily, "Everyone go down, you can detonate now!"

He said something like, 'You can have a snack now.'

Part of the plan was to use the terrain to escape the pursuers' sight, and the other part was to create an incident that would attract more attention, causing the FBI to suffer losses and temporarily unable to pay attention to the direction of Amuro Toru's escape.

for example--

Upon hearing this, Toru Amuro pressed the detonation button in his pocket without hesitation. That was the controller of the bomb that he had asked the people who were preparing the vehicle to place on it.

"Bang!"

A burst of fire suddenly erupted from the alley below, and the building beneath his feet began to shake. Amuro Toru had anticipated this and turned away from the window before the glass window was shattered. He lay on the ground with a calm expression, waiting for the shaking to stop.

The spirit behind him, which was not affected at all, was still hanging steadily in the air, and he even shouted with satisfaction.

Amuro Toru couldn't help but glance at him sideways, and asked casually, "Does the memory you recalled tell you that you actually have a grudge against the FBI?"

"Hmm? Not really." Chi Jiang Na Yue pretended not to hear the test and explained frankly, "I only remembered the part related to Bermode. However, since the FBI chose to hunt you down, it's normal for me to want them to pay a little price!"

"Are you worried that they might be killed?"

At this point, the black-haired boy paused, and the excitement on his face cooled down a lot. As if he was emphasizing something to the undercover agent, he said, "I've seen the amount of explosives in the car. If they all get out of the car and stay away from the explosion source, the most they will do is get injured...no one will die."

Amuro Toru's expression remained unchanged. He stood up from the ground, brushed the dust off his knees, and said in a surprisingly frank tone: "I don't care whether the FBI people will die, but if that happens, it will be very troublesome to deal with the situation later."

I see. You just don't want to be forced to work overtime because of the bombing of the FBI, right?

Chijiang Nayue suddenly realized.

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"Bourbon's car exploded?"

In a car on the other side of the Broadway, a long-haired young man wearing a knitted cap heard the report on the intercom and frowned: "Did the sniper see anything? Where are the people in the car?"

"Maybe it's because of the angle of the sniper point. I didn't see anyone leaving the car." The man on the other side said solemnly, "But Bourbon doesn't seem to be in the car either."

Akai Shuichi bit an unlit cigarette, his face stern, and pointed at the map on his knees. Without thinking, he said, "Ignore the car. Search the buildings on both sides as soon as possible and stop anyone who wants to leave the area."

He had been undercover in the organization for several years and had worked with Bourbon and Scotland many times, so Shuichi Akai believed that he was familiar with Bourbon's way of thinking.

But he always felt that Bourbon was completely different in this operation from what he remembered. The FBI had predicted many things in advance, and even made preparations in advance like this, detonating the car to escape - but how did Bourbon know that the FBI would arrest him, and how did he think of preparing in advance?

Shuichi Akai immediately thought of Vermouth, who claimed that he would cooperate with the FBI to provide intelligence to help them take action against the organization.

No, it can't be her, right? The long-haired young man closed his eyes, his brows still furrowed.

Bermode has been in contact with the FBI eight years ago and has done a lot for them, including helping to arrest many members of the organization. There is no need for her to go back on her word and leak information eight years later - although, at present, she is the most suspicious person.

Let’s not talk about who leaked it…

Shuichi Akai felt that he was also aroused by Bourbon's actions. He had a hunch that the operation to capture Bourbon would definitely not be as smooth as the original plan, but would become very difficult.

Interesting, it looks like he needs to finish his scene with Bermode as soon as possible, and then rush over to assist in the arrest.

Someone who could escape the FBI's plan in this way is definitely not someone that other members who are not familiar with Bourbon can deal with.

Even if the order had been issued now, Shuichi Akai could guess that it would most likely be in vain. Bourbon would definitely not stay there waiting for him. It was estimated that before he received the message, the cunning "intelligence officer" would have escaped.

The facts were exactly as Akai Shuichi expected.

Not long after the bomb exploded, the man and the ghost who were hiding in the building passed through the fire escape that was very close to the buildings and jumped from the deserted alley on the other side into the building opposite.

When Toru Amuro came out from the bottom of the building again, he had changed from a stylish private detective into a homeless man with brown hair, dark skin and shabby clothes. As for his original clothes, he stuffed them all into the canvas bag and threw them into the abandoned laundry passage.

Toru Amuro even left from under the noses of his pursuers in an open and calm manner.

It was not until he disappeared around the street corner, hunched over, like the homeless people that could be seen everywhere in this city, that the FBI received orders from Shuichi Akai and prepared to block off the area.

They passed each other again.