Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 230 Cheating

Judy ran quickly.

The corridor echoed with the sound of high heels. She seemed not to hear or notice that she was still wearing seven or eight centimeter high heels. She rushed into the monitoring room and asked, "How is the situation?!"

The FBI agent in the surveillance room stood up and said, "The nearby surveillance has been adjusted. Mr. Akai is here!"

The moment she rushed in, Judy saw the huge screen inside the monitoring room.

The screen, which was almost as tall as a person, is now divided into six parts, each of which is a picture taken by a camera.

In the footage captured by one of the traffic light cameras, two cars were parked.

The two cars looked very ordinary, not racing cars, just a relatively high-end and a somewhat low-end car, one black and one red.

Sitting in the black car was Shuichi Akai. He was wearing a knitted hat and did not tie up his long hair. He was not looking at the traffic lights. He was looking at the red vehicle on one side.

He has entered hunting mode and is ready to go.

The person in the red vehicle was a young man, a young man whom Judy had never seen in person, but whose appearance was extremely familiar.

His hair was almost pure white, a little too long, with a wolf tail. His expression was a bit careless, and he even smiled at Shuichi Akai.

The two cars rushed out at the same time, disappeared from that surveillance video, and appeared in another surveillance video.

An FBI investigator immediately cut off the original surveillance and replaced it with other nearby intersections. Several FBI investigators were in front of computers nearby and constantly scanned the nearby dense surveillance. Once traces of moving vehicles were found, Click mark immediately.

They're doing their best to keep both cars on screen the entire time.

Judy watched eagerly, looking at the car that was almost an afterimage on the screen and the surveillance cameras that kept jumping.

The black car and the red car kept bumping into each other.

The two cars didn't look like they were racing, they looked like they were playing collision cars. They almost both wanted to kill each other the next time they collided.

Surveillance can clearly capture the sparks that occasionally fly out when a vehicle collides.

But one thing is strange: Occasionally, Shuichi Akai has the upper hand, but he does not sprint directly to get rid of the red car.

And when Mirai Ichijo had the upper hand, he did not sprint away from the black car with all his might. He even took the initiative to slow down a bit when the distance was partially increased by turning, just to slam into the black car.

They are really not competing for speed, but playing collision with their lives.

...these two lunatics.

Judy looked ugly and cursed in a low voice, "Madman!"

She took a deep breath, and just as she was about to turn around to ask her subordinates about public opinion, she saw a sudden change in the surveillance.

The black and red cars no longer walked in tandem or side by side in tacit agreement.

When entering a long road, Akai Shuichi took advantage of the turn to overtake him. The black car drew an arc in the air and was almost thrown in front of the red car. The car turned 360 degrees. , the front of the car was aimed at the front of the red car.

This is to force the red car to stop.

But when the front of the black car was about to hit the front of the red car, the red car suddenly spun and swerved without hesitation.

It rushed out of the street it had just entered and headed towards another fork in the road.

The black car followed.

They rose again in tandem, and now and then walked side by side with Mars in tow.

Judy was suffocating.

She let go of her instinctive breath-holding, took a big breath, clenched her hands, stared at the screen tightly, and gritted her teeth, "...Madman!!"

He actually overtook another car and hit the front of the car with his car!

Did you really think it was a bumper car? ! !

While she was gritting her teeth, she caught a glimpse of a light in the corner of the surveillance video and was startled, "That's..."

"gun?!"

As the two cars sped away again, shots were fired.

The shooter was probably awakened by the sound of cars that seemed to be bombing the whole world. Without even wearing any clothes, he climbed out of bed and picked up a shotgun. He stood on the balcony of the second floor and pointed at the car not far away and fired.

He aimed at the red car.

But at the moment he fired, the red car suddenly changed speed, as if he had expected it, and flashed past like a ghost, forcing the black car past and driving away on its own.

The roof of the black car was shot.

It didn't hesitate for even a second, as if it didn't notice the sudden change, it continued to bite the red car tightly.

The gunfire continued, and on the silent surveillance video, the gunfire flashed two or three more times.

One shot hit the black car, but the rest didn't hit anything. A hand stuck out of the driver's window of the red car, and the hand shook a few times, as if thanking him.

The shooter angrily fired again and again, but the two vehicles had already driven out of his shooting range, and only a monitor screen in the corner of the FBI surveillance room was reserved for him.

He cursed and put down the gun.

Judy took a deep look at the shooter and continued looking.

The FBI's hate list has grown a few more.

The sound of racing was so noisy that not only the shotgun man, but also some people were woken up one after another, and they instinctively showed their free talents and shot without thinking.

For black and red cars, their shooting is completely random and unpredictable, just like some sudden crises in racing games.

But the red car dodged accurately every time.

The black car was not shot again. From the second time on, every time the red car suddenly changed lanes and changed speed, it would also evade it.

In the intense pursuit and collision, the two cars began to fall apart.

An FBI agent who knew the car well whispered: "Their game is almost over."

This racing competition has no fixed route, no fixed time, no fixed end point, only a fixed starting point. When one or both cars cannot continue to maintain high speed, it will end.

What made people's hearts sinking was: "Mr. Akai's car was more seriously damaged." Judy held her breath again and watched the surveillance camera carefully.

Even the FBI agents were aware of this, and Shuichi Akai certainly knew it.

So, at an intersection where he could see a turn, he squinted his eyes and looked at the looking red car.

The moment he hit it, the red car hit him with more force. They collided together, hit the obstacles on the roadside, and stopped moving.

The black car hit the wall, and the front cover bounced up. Most of the front of the car was almost dented, and smoke spread.

Shuichi Akai was lying on the steering wheel, motionless, with red blood gushing out. The posture of his right hand was weird and it looked like it was broken.

The red car crashed into the black car. The situation was better, but still quiet, without any movement.

After that huge crash, the whole street fell into deathly silence.

Ichijo Mirai woke up from the darkness before his eyes, briefly checked himself and found blood on his body.

He felt no pain and didn't bother to check the wound. He opened the door and got out of the car, leaned against the car, panted and looked at the black car.

In the black car, Akai Shuichi moved and reluctantly raised his head.

Most of his knitted hat was wet, blood flowed from his eyes and dripped down his chin, and he had difficulty breathing.

Those dark green eyes were a little bloodier, looking like a prey that was dying, unable to resist, and could only wait for death to come.

...it seems.

Mirai Ichijo sneered, "What's wrong, Mr. Akai?"

"You," Akai Shuichi closed his eyes and tried to sit up, but failed. His voice had a 'whoo' sound coming from his throat, "a question."

[The winner has to answer a question for the loser. ]

Mirai Ichijo looked at Shuichi Akai.

Akai Shuichi's voice was very low, and you had to listen carefully to tell it. He must have injured his internal organs, and his voice became lower and lower. In the end, Ichijo Miku was almost inaudible.

To hear clearly, you have to walk over.

Mirai Ichijo still looked at Shuichi Akai.

The black car was smoking.

In the gradually spreading smoke and silence, he moved his red eyes, smiled, ignored the black smoke coming from the black car, and walked over while holding on to the body of the car, "What's the problem?"

His eyes swept across the car and Akai Shuichi's right arm.

Looking closer, the weirdness of Akai Shuichi's right arm became more obvious, with a sharp white bone piercing through the clothes.

The hand obviously doesn't work anymore.

Ichijo's future isn't much better.

He leaned lazily against the driver's door of the black car, pressed his broken ribs a few times, and said, "Say."

Akai Shuichi stood up with difficulty. He could only move his left hand. He said: "'Satan',"

"About 'Satan'..."

The intermittent words and a strong wind hit at the same time, and a future immediately hit the direction of the wind without looking back.

"Click."

The sound of handcuffs being locked sounded.

There was a handcuff on Mirai's right hand, and his body was dragged towards the car window by the handcuffs and Akai Shuichi's power, and he was almost forced in.

He looked at the touch of silver on his wrist, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the driver's seat.

At this moment, Akai Shuichi attacked again. He took the handcuffs on his left hand and launched the attack together. He used his right hand that would be cuffed in the future, restrained him from behind, and tightened half of his body with the chain between the handcuffs. Neck.

The feeling of suffocation came over me.

Akai Shuichi was very strong, so hard that it was not as if his right hand was temporarily disabled and he could only attack with his left hand that he did not usually use, but as if he was using his dominant hand to deliver a fatal blow that a poisonous snake had been waiting patiently for a long time.

Ichijo Mirai had no resistance.

His physical skills have never been very good, and most of the skills he is good at are escaping from police pursuits, rather than fighting the police face to face.

But that doesn't mean he won't judge.

"Left-handed?"

Akai Shuichi said calmly: "Yes, left-handed."

The injury was really serious. In the future, he could feel a thick liquid rolling down from the top of his back, flowing onto his body like a faucet that was turned on a little, soaking his shoulders.

He didn't have much of a mysophobia, but because the presence of blood was so distinct, he couldn't help but frown, "Have you practiced?"

Akai Shuichi: "Jet Kune Do."

OK, OK, professionals.

Even if he was seriously injured, even if he was subdued and even had difficulty breathing, Ichijo Mirai still smiled and said, "Cheating?"

Racing is over.

But Akai Shuichi made a sneak attack.

At the end of the game, when the outcome was decided, he pretended to ask a question and attacked with a single blow to kill him.

Shuichi Akai, whose facial expression had almost always been tense and expressionless, now smiled.

"Yeah, cheating."

(End of this chapter)