Women only affect the speed of my reasoning!

But even so, the whistles and curses continued all the way.

Qin Shanshu wisely did not keep his eyes fixed on the black Toyota. The most taboo thing when driving was to stare straight ahead without blinking.

He took a completely different route from the other person in the traffic flow, and his streamlined body drew strange arcs on the road, like a shark jumping out of the water with its head raised.

This method is not for the sake of being handsome... Of course, being handsome is inevitable, but more importantly it is to avoid attracting Inoue Osamu's attention.

If you look closely, you will find that although the Fenrir is much faster than the black Toyota, because Qin Xianshu was walking an extremely elegant route throughout the entire journey, it was like a mountain road with eighteen bends, so the total distance was longer. In this case In the fierce competition, the distance between the two sides hardly narrowed or lengthened, but remained surprisingly constant.

He always kept himself and Inoue Osamu separated by at least one car. In other words, Qin Sanshu was cooperating with all the vehicles on the road to track them.

Similarly, all the cars on the road have become Qin Sanshu's special bunkers at this moment. Only when the bunkers are replaced and the bodies are staggered will he appear in the rearview mirror of the black Toyota... for a moment.

It's a pity that Inoue Haru couldn't control it.

Qin Sanshu passed by one car after another, and all the cars he passed honked in horror.

Due to the ultra-high speed, the sound of horns in different frequency bands was mixed with the strong wind whistling around the ears, and the road in front of the airport, which was originally in good condition, suddenly became congested.

This is a method that only madmen can use, but there is only a thin line between genius and madman.

Those who truly pursue pleasure will never mind losing their lives in the pursuit of pleasure.

The road in front of the airport, which was only four kilometers long, came to an end in less than 3 minutes under the violent speed of both parties at a steady speed of more than [-] yards per hour.

Turning right to merge into Donghai Expressway, the black Toyota was forced to slow down due to the sudden increase in traffic volume on the road.

Qin Xianshu also reduced the speed accordingly.

At this time, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated continuously.

is the phone.

Quickly pressing the answer button on the Bluetooth headset, Yukino's voice suddenly sounded from the headset. However, it was unknown whether it was caused by the high-speed movement, and the sound was slightly fragmented.

"It's me, where are you now, um... why is there such a loud noise over there?"

"This is a long story..."

Qin Sanshu glanced at the black Toyota still passing through the traffic in front of him.

"Just wake up. I'm still driving. I'll explain the specific situation when I go back."

"Ok."

As soon as she heard that Qin Sanshu was still driving on the road, Xueno stopped saying anything. After a pause, she added.

"be careful."

Qin Sanshu also paused.

"learn."

Chapter 113 I’ll beat the shit out of you

The Tokai Expressway is a long straight road across the harbor. On it are not only cars coming out of the airport, but also various heavy trucks loaded with goods from the port to Nagoya city. In short, it is a dense traffic flow.

Without the powerful mobility of a motorcycle, the black Toyota could only sink and float in the forward traffic flow like a boat on the river.

After all, German cars, which have always been known for their sturdiness, can only avoid the edge in front of the king, let alone Japanese cars like Toyota.

If it were accidentally touched, it would probably be shattered on the spot.

This made it easier for Qin Xianshu to track him.

For a time, both sides maintained a tacit understanding of the speed of eighty yards per hour.

From one end of the Donghai Expressway to the other, passing through the harbor, the black Toyota entered the ramp and headed straight south.

Qin Xianshu slowed down the car as much as possible to keep the distance and continued to follow.

Without him, at the southern end of the Donghai Expressway, this place was originally a factory area, but now it has been abandoned because it is too old. It is still in the stage of no one taking over it, and few people usually come there.

No, it should be said that no one came at all.

Without the traffic on the road as a cover, Qin Uanshu could only follow more carefully and keep the distance between the two parties as far as possible.

The two cars, one behind the other, swerved through the huge abandoned factory area, and finally came to a white factory building with the door ajar.

This is indeed a factory area with a long history, and its completion may date back to before the spread of asphalt roads.

At that time, most of the roads were still made of cement. However, the disadvantage of cement roads was that they were too brittle and not as malleable as asphalt roads. Once a larger truck drove over, it would easily crush the corners. The cost of repaving is too high.

Not to mention the factory area where heavy trucks come and go every day.

Therefore, the old factory areas at that time did not pave the road at all, but only compacted the land. When it rained, the ground would be full of muddy puddles and ruts.

Qin Sanshu also found this place by following the sound of the engine and the fresh ruts.

"Looks like this is here..."

Parking Fenrir secretly in the alley between the factory building and the factory room, Qin Sanshu turned off the engine and put his feet on the car to get out of the car.

His arms naturally dropped to his sides, and a stick slipped from the cuff of his shirt and was held in his backhand.

The cold wind blowing all the way made Qin Xianshu's mind completely clear and his body functions basically restored to full recovery.

I put my ears against the factory building's seemingly solid but actually only thin layer of iron walls and listened, but there was no sound coming from inside.

Qin Xianshu was not in a hurry to rush in. Since the prisoner had gone to such great lengths to tie John Floyd up so far away, he definitely didn't mean to just come up and shoot him away without saying a word.

After thinking for a moment, he began to walk slowly along the factory building with low steps.

Go from the small alley on the east side to the north side, then to the small alley on the west side, and finally return to the south gate.

Qin Xianshu's original intention of doing this was to find if there was any other entrance to enter, but after walking around, he suddenly discovered a very embarrassing fact.

The only entrance to this factory is the main entrance.

I have no choice but to rush in directly.

But before that, he had to do one more thing.

At the same time, in the dim factory building, next to the black Toyota, Inoue Osamu was moving the suitcases in the back seat and trunk to the ground.

Next to him, there was another white SUV parked, which was obviously prepared here.

Just as he was about to drag John Floyd out of the black Toyota and stuff him into a white SUV, the mobile phone placed in the inner pocket of John Floyd's suit jacket suddenly rang.

Drop drop!Drop drop!

It's actually a very retro ringtone.

"Why does it happen at this time..."

Inoue Haru was stunned for a moment, and then clicked his tongue in annoyance.

You must know that in order to prevent the other party from waking up halfway, he also specially injected an anesthetic.

However, even anesthetics have a time limit. When he called suddenly at this time, wasn't this a deliberate waste of his precious time?

If I had known better, I should have turned off my phone before getting in the car!

Just as Inoue Haru was thinking this, a sharp sound broke through the air without warning from behind his head, and a cold feeling hit the back of his head.

If it were normal times, Haru Inoue, who was born in a technical nerd and was indifferent to hard work and grain, would definitely not be able to avoid this stick.

But right now, he was mentally tense, so he instinctively shrank his head, and at the same time subconsciously turned around and raised his hands to block.

Bang!

The sound of violent collision between metal rods and flesh resounded in the empty factory room. Osamu Inoue suppressed a groan of pain. He covered the hit part of his arm and stepped back unsteadily for several steps, his eyes filled with hatred. He stared intently at the incoming person.

"Ok?"

Seeing that his sneak attack was actually blocked, Qin Uanshu raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

"I actually missed... Forget it, I'll tell you the truth. If you just let yourself go now, I don't have to hit you."

The high school detective swung his stick to split the air, making a thick cracking sound. He swung his stick directly at the prisoner who was being chased to the end.

"Damn it, how could it end here like this!"

Inoue Haru covered his arm that was still in pain, his body shook slightly, and the fat on his face was distorted by the ferocious expression. He roared, opened his arms and rushed towards Qin Ushu.

"Ah……"

Facing the offensive of the prisoner who could not be more upright, Qin Xianshu let out a standard Sephiroth-style sneer.

I saw him suddenly kicking the ground with his left foot, and at the same time striding forward with his right foot. As he rushed forward, he used force to jump forward, spinning his right foot 360 degrees in the air like a clock hand.

Boom!

A powerful and heavy roundhouse kick accurately hit Inoue Osamu's right cheek.

Without strong muscle support, even a neck as thick as a professional F1 racing driver could not buffer him from the huge force. The chief engineer, who was still colliding with the old driver a second ago, howled miserably and fell to the side.

The rather elegant fat face rubbed against the hard mud, and a large piece of it was immediately broken.

And the next second, the swinging stick landed accurately less than two centimeters in front of his Adam's apple.

"Give up the struggle."

Qin Xianshu looked condescendingly at the prisoner who fell to the ground and looked unwilling.

He is obviously on the side of justice, but the words he speaks sound like a villain.

"Otherwise I'll beat the shit out of you."

"Cough cough..."

Inoue Haru fell to the ground and gasped for breath. Deep red blood continued to flow down his face, and each drop fell on the hard soil beneath him.

The severe pain from the wound tortured his nerves, but the smile on his face grew wider.

"Do you think this is the end? How naive! You just caught me! Instead of stopping me! Hahahahaha!"

"Oh?"

Too lazy to look at the prisoner's sick and crazy smile, Qin Ushu's expression changed, as if he suddenly realized something.

He knocked Inoue out with a stick and walked quickly to the two suitcases on the ground.

The moment he opened the box, Qin Xianshu couldn't help but let out a sigh.

It turned out to be...empty?

Chapter 114 The Final Foreshadowing

It does not take much police force to apprehend a helpless and comatose criminal.

Soon, with a call from Qin Sanshu and an explanation of the situation, the local police in Nagoya quickly sent someone to take Inoue away.

However, John Floyd, who was anesthetized, was not taken away due to the insistence of the high school detective.

About 10 minutes after Inoue Osamu was taken away, in the same abandoned factory building as before, in the black Toyota, John Floyd finally woke up leisurely.

His drowsy brain, the unfamiliar roof of the car, the strange surrounding environment, and the aroma of vegetables coming from nowhere... everything was telling him one thing.

——He was kidnapped.

Wait, does it seem like there's something weird mixed in there?

Why is there a vegetable aroma?

"Uh……"

There was no obvious feeling of restraint on his hands and feet. John Floyd tried to move his body and turned his head to look to the side. He was stunned.

The door of the black Toyota is fully open.

Outside the car door, a high school student of about [-] or [-] years old found a simple tin trash can that he had made himself when the workers here had nothing to do. He turned the trash can upside down on the ground and sat on it. Up there, he was holding a box of duck leg rice and eating it with relish.

Seeing the shocked look he cast, he even waved the chopsticks in his hand in greeting, looking quite happy.

"Hi!"

Obviously, while waiting, Qin Ushu even ordered a takeaway for lunch.

The aroma of food stimulated John Floyd's olfactory nerves, but he was so hungry that he cared more about other things now.

"What on earth am I..."

"You were kidnapped." Three-quarters of Qin Xianshu's face was blocked by the lunch box, but his speech was still unusually clear.