Please make money.

She was holding a notice in her hand, which seemed to be of great importance. She was so anxious that she was panting slightly: "Superintendent——"

"Now, who wants to say hello?"

"…Xiaguan, the top one."

"what did they say?"

"Miss Ai is missing. The Metropolitan Police Department must find her within 12 hours, no matter what the cost."

"..." Inspector Odagiri raised his eyebrows. Missing? Alia?

Instinctively, he did not suspect kidnapping or anything else, but instead his mind was filled with the girl's eyes.

She is obviously just a little girl who has just reached adulthood, but she has a side to her that even she cannot see through. She is truly a genius.

How could such a person disappear without any reason at such a critical moment? And there are so many people protecting her.

"There's also a private email from -- from Miss Ai ..."

The secretary obviously did not tell anyone else about this, but went to find Inspector Odagiri first.

"What did she say? When did she send it? Before she disappeared?"

"Before she disappeared, she left a very strange message, and it was specifically addressed to you."

Superintendent Odagiri took the printed email. There was actually not much content on it, just a short line of words.

"As long as you have faith, you can live a vibrant life. I believe this sentence is meaningful."

"...Matsumoto." Superintendent Odagiri clasped his hands together and crumpled the paper into a ball.

"I'm here."

"Matsumoto——"

"I'm here!"

“Matsumoto!!”

"Superintendent! Chief of the First Investigation Division! Matsumoto Kiyonaga! Wait for your instructions!"

"What are you still standing there for? Didn't you hear Kasumigaseki's order?! No matter the cost! 12 hours - get everyone moving!!"

The angry roar of Superintendent Odagiri echoed throughout the office, corridors, workplaces, and even the entire Sakuradamon Metropolitan Police Department headquarters.

"Now! Immediately! Take your people and go investigate thoroughly! Find Miss Ai!"

"……yes!!"

187.5 "Dark Crossroads: Broken"

The Wangan Line, the full route should be called the Metropolitan Expressway Wangan Line.

This road is not the widest, but it has three lanes on one side because large vehicles often pass by.

This makes the Wangan Line very long and straight compared to other Metropolitan Expressway routes, making it ideal for acceleration.

Racing is all about curves. Going fast in curves is really fast. Who can't step on the accelerator in a straight line?

But escaping is not racing, escaping means stepping on the accelerator.

Not only do you have to step on it, you also have to tell the other party that there is a bomb in your car, there are hostages,

"Brother! Will they let us go?"

"Yes, the Metropolitan Police Department is a bunch of idiots, it's useless!"

As he said this, the driver stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the heavy red fire truck rushed along the lane.

The original speed limit on the Wangan Line is only 80 kilometers per hour, and it is further reduced to 70 when approaching the Tokyo Port Tunnel.

However, this modified special vehicle suddenly reached a speed of 150 km/h and was running wildly along the road.

Not only did it run wildly, but it also blew its siren. The sound of an ambulance is one high-pitched tone and one flat tone, similar to the frequency of a heartbeat.

Once per second, with a one-second interval, repeating in a loop, it makes people subconsciously nervous when they hear it.

Even though some people at the roadblocks had received reports from their superiors and knew there was something wrong with the fire truck, they were still unsure whether to intercept it or not.

"Shout to them with the bullhorn! We have bombs! We have hostages! Get them out of here—"

Damn guy!

If I hadn't been discovered, I should have driven away in a swagger!

After all, fire trucks and ambulances are the vehicles least likely to be suspected, not to mention that ambulances in Japan are dispatched very frequently.

Because calling an ambulance is free by dialing the emergency number 119, many people will call an ambulance regardless of the severity of their illness.

According to the national data in the previous book, ambulances are dispatched more than 16000 times a day.

Moreover, fire trucks and ambulances are inseparable and are both under the jurisdiction of the Fire Department, so everyone is accustomed to seeing some strange people on board.

Because many of the patients who call the fire truck are initially diagnosed with minor illnesses by doctors.

This is because fire trucks are free, so many patients want to take advantage of it and call for help for some inappropriate reasons.

For example, it can be used to treat toothache, or even when walking to the hospital is too painful, or it can be used as a direct substitute for taxis.

Who would doubt them?

Damn it - I miscalculated - who would arrange mercenaries to deliver the ransom - and also find a helicopter to follow!

The other party definitely wanted to attack and capture people directly. Such thugs are no longer ordinary kidnapping victims.

Didn't Kuroda, that guy, figure out who this person was before he started looking for him?

The younger brother stuck his head out and yelled wildly into the loudspeaker, followed by sending out anonymous text messages one after another.

Luca was busy moving the obstructions away, fearing that the car would really explode midway.

"Yoshi, it's still a familiar style... Let's follow plan number two and change clothes in the tunnel!"

As it said this, the fire truck pushed aside some insignificant blocking cones and sped past the police officers from the Traffic Division of the Modong Police Station.

Several motorcycle policemen followed behind, but before they could get close, they were blasted away by the high-pressure water gun on top of the car.

"It's gasoline?!"

"Be careful!!"

Several police motorcycles stepped on the brakes, leaving several wet traces of sudden stops far away.

Along with the harsh sound of brakes, a wall of fire rose out of nowhere in the middle of the road and spread quietly on the ground.

A policeman who had been wearing sunglasses late at night took off his helmet in embarrassment and avoided the place where the fire was spreading.

"Command, the enemy is using a burning method to block the enemy! We can't get close!"

"The next checkpoint is at Tsurumi Tsubasa Bridge! There will be a helicopter following us on the way, so stop chasing us and we will send someone else over!"

Send someone else? The other person is almost at 200 with the accelerator pedal fully depressed. Who can catch up?

Moreover, if they get out of this checkpoint, the other party will be able to merge into the lane. If there is really a bomb in the car...

No, even if there was no bomb on the car, with the crazy manner in which these guys sprayed gasoline and set it on fire, it could easily cause other disasters.

"Can't we stop them here?"

"How can that be possible? Unless——"

Before he could finish his words, a low roar came from afar, approaching at high speed from behind them.

Several mounted police officers who patrol all year round knew the sound as soon as they heard it was the sound of speeding - this is the Bay Shore Line - but there was speeding today?

They subconsciously looked towards the road and saw a golden flash whizzing towards them from a distant road, with the car body reflecting the light of the street lamp.

When the two sides collided, the strong wind created by the car body even suppressed the flames burning on the ground, and it was like a tornado.

"Is that Kobayakawa?"

"It seems so. I saw her modifying that car in the repair shop before. I heard it was newly donated to the traffic department?"

"Yes, it's a high-speed model that's rarely seen on the market. It has a high-horsepower engine and is fully open to all factory adjustments. The other party is really rich."

"If we're on the Wangan Line, it should be useful... But the car just now was going nearly 300, right?"

"As expected of Kobayakawa! His driving skills are really——"

"Call the Mounties, call the Mounties, can you resume the pursuit?"

"We need to change vehicles. If the thugs throw gasoline, we won't be able to get close to them!"

As soon as the mounted police heard it, they knew it was the voice of their colleague Lai Zi: "If we let Kobayakawa pass, we might be able to intercept him!"

"Miyuki and Natsumi have already driven over and will be at your place soon. We must not let these guys rush out of Tsurumi Tsubasa Bridge like this!"

Unlike the bay coastline in the other world, the bay coastline in this world would directly enter the city area if it went beyond the Tsurumi Tsubasa Bridge.

If the other party really had a bomb loaded in the car and committed such evil acts as pouring gasoline and alcohol to create chaos, it would be truly terrible.

"Understood! We'll go back and change equipment right away!"

"Miyuki has already seen you. There are other mounted police officers behind you. You guys are more experienced. Hurry up and change your clothes!"

"Okay, I...ah?"

The mounted policeman looked at a GTR that drove up from the road they had just come from and stopped in front of him, as well as Miyuki Kobayakawa in the car, and had the illusion that time was going backwards.

Wait a minute, if this is Kobayakawa, then who was the one who was driving the same model of car and accelerated to 300 just now?

"Nakajima! What are you doing?" Kobayakawa Miyuki poked his head out: "Now is not the time to be in a daze!"

As a member of the White Riders of the Traffic Division of the Mototo Police Station, Ken Nakajima is a burly man. Although he is a little slow in reaction on weekdays, his motorcycle driving skills are second to none in the station, and he is known as the 'White Eagle of Mototo'.

Considering the positioning of these "problem talents" in the Moto Police Department, being first in the traffic department is basically equivalent to the skill proficiency ceiling of the entire Metropolitan Police Department.

Just like Miyuki Kobayakawa and Natsumi Tsujimoto, although they are patrolling in the traffic section.

But who doesn’t know that the fiery duo has always been regarded as the elite of the special attack team?

Is it possible for a normal person to use their feet to directly stop a patrol car that is running recklessly?

"Just now a vehicle of the same model rushed over! Very fast! Nearly three hundred!"

"To be exact, it's 322. The speedometer has recorded it, and it's still accelerating. At this rate, it will soon catch up with the fleeing fire truck."

In the communication, Nikaidou Yoriko said this in an astonished tone, then seemed to react and quickly stopped talking.

Mountie Nakajima was confused: "Who is that?"

"...That's someone no one would have thought of." Kobayakawa Miyuki's expression was very strange: "Change cars quickly, the other party is likely to create more obstacles."

"That's right. If we don't follow now, it will be terrible if we lose them." Natsumi Tsujimoto echoed.

"Why?" Mounted Policeman Nakajima got on the motorcycle pushed by his colleague and asked, "Can they still get away?"

"They have performed this kind of magic more than once."

Kobayakawa Miyuki sighed, then motioned to her friend sitting next to her to hold on to the armrest: "Natsumi, is it okay to shoot?"

"No problem! Fortunately we have this. If we were still driving the Honda, we really wouldn't be able to catch up with these guys."

"My today has nitrous acceleration!"

"But this one has a thousand horsepower aa ...

The GTR with the words "Modong Police" marked on it whistled and shook a few times on the spot, the friction of the rear wheels produced light smoke, and the whole car catapulted out.

To be honest, Ken Nakajima had no idea what was going on, but the mounted police were always the fastest.

No one can compete with the two wheels riding on the engine in speed. The Honda CB1300 he was riding had been modified and could reach a speed of km/h.

Several colleagues followed behind and set off again, and the roar of engines could be heard one after another along the bay coast.

The helicopter in the sky was flying forward along the bay coast. The Black Bee-eater fastened his safety rope, half-knelt at the side door of the cabin, and opened a long box.

After opening the box, she was also stunned: "How did the warthog get this thing?"

She muttered to herself, touching this ridiculously expensive but extremely precise weapon.

This thing was originally developed for some special rescue missions, but because it is too expensive, almost no buyers around the world dare to touch it.

The only group that was equipped with a small number of trump cards was the German police, who were under untold pressure due to sniper support issues during the Munich Massacre.

Oh, come to think of it, this gun was indeed the product of the impulsiveness after that tragedy.