Please make money.

"I-I just wanted to take out the sushi from the previous party."

"Sushi? I want to eat it, I want to eat it—"

"..."

"It seems that Miss Xia Shi is still as unromantic as ever."

"I—hmm?"

Natsumi Tsujimoto's ears twitched and he turned his head to look out the window.

The sound made by the huge convoy brought Miyuki Kobayakawa back to her senses, and many of her colleagues around her were also alarmed by the scene.

"Whose car is this?"

"Isn't this the fleet of the Sumitomo chaebol? It seems that Miss Ai is using it."

"Why is she here..."

In the night wind, the car in the middle stopped and a girl wearing a Zhaojun cloak, like a burning flame, stepped out of the car.

As if she was aware of the gazes being cast, she looked up towards the office building and happened to meet the eyes of the duo of Kobayakawa Miyuki and Tsujimoto Natsumi.

The girl smiled faintly, generously and appropriately, looking like a friend who came to visit.

However, Miyuki Kobayakawa seemed to see some huge shadow, which was slowly raising its head from behind the other party.

“…She’s angry.”

"what?"

……

……

"What's there to be angry about? I'm not, really."

"But it was clearly just a kidnapping case, but it turned into a large-scale crackdown on crime and even an internal cleanup of the Metropolitan Police Department. What kind of thing is this?"

"These things already exist. When you use all means and dig at all costs, you will inevitably touch them."

"But does this have anything to do with us saving lives?"

"Each evil person has his own evil, but the evil consequences they cause are similar, which is to harm the lives and property safety of innocent people."

Alia walked in the corridor of the Modong Office with big strides, her cloak fluttering behind her.

"If we only solve the problems that are raised, but not the people who raise the problems, how can we solve the root cause?"

"But if this happens, it will cause too much trouble. Will it have a bad impact? I feel like the Metropolitan Police Department has begun to withdraw its power."

"When the war begins is decided by the enemy, and when it ends - it is decided by us!"

As the largest branch police station under the Metropolitan Police Department, the Mokuto Police Station has tall buildings and deep corridors, and hundreds of people are working overtime in the middle of the night.

The way Alia led her people inside did not look like they were here to report a case or ask for help, but rather to inspect.

"Miss Ai——"

The head of the traffic section of the Modong Police Department knew the other party's purpose and came down early to greet him: "Please follow us."

Alia nodded and followed the other person, while An Lele looked around vigilantly.

After becoming convinced that there was a huge black market network covering the White Tower and the Metropolitan Police Department, she began to look at everyone with suspicion.

Judging from the kidnapping case alone, Alia is indeed the victim, and she is right no matter which way she goes.

But if we have to root out the problem and report these things, then Alia would be the troublemaker.

I don’t know how many people were woken up in the middle of the night and began to secretly hate this guy who didn’t follow the rules and overturned the table.

Of course, they might hate Fujita Tsuyoshi and Kuroda even more, but aren't those small characters that they can easily control...

Alia walked into the new investigation headquarters. The signs on the door were freshly printed with a date and the words "assistance in kidnapping case" written on them.

"Ms. Ai, the bay coastline cannot be closed. I hope you can understand this."

The Wangan Line is a section of the Tokyo Metropolitan Expressway, so closing the road is equivalent to completely cutting off the aorta.

Aaliya thought to herself that you can, the unlucky guy who was so happy at the beginning was carrying the coffin, and you blocked his way.

Before that, there were rumors circulating on the Internet that the officials of this book never blocked roads, never competed with the people for profits, and were only concerned about the interests of office workers.

But of course this is a joke, Alia herself has a hundred ways to completely block the capital from moving.

It’s just a matter of a few cars - but it’s really not necessary - otherwise the other party wouldn’t dare to come.

"I want to lure them out in the shortest possible time, so please try to act incompetent and make them tempted by the ransom of 100 million US dollars."

Ailia's words made the head of the traffic section of the Moto Police Station a little confused. Isn't it usually the case that the Metropolitan Police Department is asked to do more?

An Lele nodded beside him: "As long as they come out, we will find a way to catch them, but the noise might be a bit loud."

"…How old?"

"We have two helicopters, and they will surround the Qiufeng Bridge from both sides. Unless the other party jumps into the sea - or doesn't come."

If you want to run away with 100 million US dollars in cash, including tens of millions of gold coins, the other party may not be able to do it even if they jump into the sea.

And didn't the Metropolitan Police Department dispatch a mobile team at sea to defend it? I think even if the other party jumped into the sea, they could be caught.

It's like using lots of bait to bait a fishing spot. They can get Alia's money but they can't spend it.

"We'll try our best to cooperate with this."

The traffic section chief raised his hand and pointed at a line on the map: "Our idea is that if the enemy enters from this loop, then after passing Qiufeng Bridge, there is only one exit from the highway at 22 kilometers. Both sides are symmetrical, and we will deploy defenses in the middle."

If there is a helicopter watching from the sky, it will be difficult for the other party to escape no matter how hard they try.

"Is this a tunnel?" Alia pointed to a long area after the Qiufeng Bridge.

"Yes, this is the Xiliu Tunnel. It's a long tunnel, about 5,500 meters long."

Alia squinted her eyes and looked at the tunnel, then nodded after a long moment.

"The money has been escorted over. Do you want to start your defense now?"

"Ah - we have deployed our defenses. If necessary, we can send more people over."

"Kobayakawa Miyuki and Tsujimoto Natsumi, these two inspectors I trust very much, please make sure to let them participate in the deployment of the defense."

It is impossible for the other party to have no experience or preparation to be able to cause trouble on the high bay coast of the capital.

These two pretty girls probably appeared just for this possible plot, just like the gun in the first act, which will be fired in the third act.

"Where are they now?"

"It should be over there in the maintenance warehouse."

"Maintenance shop? Modify the car?" Alia seemed to remember something. "What's the record for the fastest speeding offender you caught on the Bay Coast Line in your traffic class? Can you break out of your encirclement?"

"I'm very impressed by this. The record holder has always been a red GT-RR34. It can maintain an average speed of over 1 kilometers per hour on the winding C200, and can exceed 300 kilometers per hour in the straight area before the Kasumigaseki Tunnel... But if they are surrounded, the opponent should not be able to escape, unless they want to crash into the interception pier and die."

“…LeLe.”

"Ok?"

"Have you got your driver's license?"

"I haven't taken the exam yet - what's wrong?"

"What a coincidence. I didn't take the exam either."

"……what?"

186- "Dark Crossroads - Part "

When Mrs. Lu woke up, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

Oh no, it's a strange car roof.

This is... the roof of a van, right?

With such familiar thoughts in mind, Mrs. Lu, who had helped the factory with transportation and loading of goods in the past, was in a daze for a moment, then came to her senses.

No! I'm not driving a sports car - what's wrong with me? !

She struggled subconsciously and immediately realized something was wrong. Her hands and feet were tied up with bandages.

And the way they tied her up was very professional, they tied her up tightly as if she were cargo.

She wanted to struggle, but she could only crawl on the ground like a caterpillar, without any room for strength.

After struggling for a few minutes, Mrs. Lu began to look around helplessly, trying to see clearly what the environment was like.

In the cabin of a van? The lights were on, and there were some daily necessities scattered around, as well as piles of clothes.

I think someone must have lived here before, just like a motorhome.

Of course, it is not as good as the RVs used for RV travel with small but certain happiness.

It's more like driving a sports car with luggage, or doing semi-nomadic work, moving with the seasons to different farm growers' areas to work as a helper or something.

Are there any other professions in this book?

Mrs. Lu sniffed the surroundings and smelled a faint scent of alcohol and a little bit of disinfectant.

But I didn't see anyone, and the car seemed to be just parked, with no sense of movement.

She looked back at where her feet were connected, and found that they were on a steel pipe welded in the car, with a lasso tied to the other end.

Even on the prairie, this kind of rope buckle is only used to tie up the most ferocious horses.

The more I struggled, the tighter it got, and I couldn't get free with brute force - where on earth did these guys come from?

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Lu began to try to arch her body, biting fiercely a piece of clothes that was hanging not far away.

Whatever it is, bring me some messy stuff!

He struggled for a while, tripping over things around him due to the dragging of his clothes, but nothing was sharp enough to help him escape.

Just when Mrs. Lu was about to despair, she glanced and saw a decorative flower button on a piece of clothing, which looked like a glass petal.

This made her eyes light up immediately. She twisted her body and leaned over, swallowed it into her mouth fiercely and bit it hard. With a crunch, it shattered into several small pieces of glass.

Ignoring the sweet and fishy taste oozing from her mouth, Mrs. Lu spat the glass shards in front of her body close to her hands, then began to pull the rope vigorously.

The ropes were unexplainable, looking like plastic clothes-drying ropes.

If it is simply used to tie people up, there is naturally no problem, but you can't rely on it to prevent cutting or something like that, as any sharp corners will be worn off over time.

After struggling to free her hand, Mrs. Lu spat out a mouthful of blood foam mixed with glass shards, and brushed her sweaty hair back from her forehead.

"Mr. Guo, I've been unlucky for eight lifetimes following you... I hope nothing happens to you... If you're gone, who will I hold responsible?"

Muttering bad things about her husband, Mrs. Lu skillfully untied the lasso and then breathed a sigh of relief.

She still felt a little dizzy, as if she was drunk, but Mrs. Lu had a great alcohol tolerance. She had even beaten up her husband's father who had made things difficult for her.

I think she really has some resistance when facing this special situation.

The activities were resumed, but when she pushed the door, she found it was locked from the outside. Mrs. Lu could only start to check the things in the carriage.

The compartment of the light truck was not very big. Apart from clothes, there were only some pots and pans stacked together.

Fortunately, there were pots, pans, and knives. She looked at the greasy sharp knife stacked in the corner, picked it up in her hand, and felt a lot more at ease.

So who kidnapped me?

The last scene in my memory was me breathing oxygen in the ambulance. I took a breath, and then everything went black.

When I woke up again, I was here - urban nomads? The new era of southward raiding?

With all sorts of chaotic thoughts swirling in her head, Mrs. Lu remained surprisingly calm, neither yelling nor banging her head.

She piled up everything she could carry near the door, creating a shaky slope that blocked her view.

It is difficult to push these things from the outside, but if you run from the inside to the outside, you can push them out directly.

She tied the pot lid in front of her with a rope, using it as a heart protector. She held the pot with a spoon in her left hand and a knife in her right hand.

At my feet was a bottle of alcohol with the cap unscrewed, ready to be kicked out at any time. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a lighter and the bottle was made of plastic.

If it were made of glass, I might be able to make a Motolovkin cocktail and roast those bastards on the spot.

Never underestimate a horse-lassoing girl who moves as fast as the wind on the prairie. There is great terror between life and death, but also great potential.