On the highway late at night, a black Porsche antique car was speeding at a speed that made it completely impossible to tell its age. It kept crashing through the cars in front of it, and its tires made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground.
Following the Porsche's trajectory, countless bullets came attacking with scorching screams.
--Looking through the rearview mirror, there were no less than ten cars chasing and blocking Gin's Porsche.
"asshole!"
Vodka, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was nervously driving the car to avoid the hail of bullets. Even at this time, he still did not take off his sunglasses: "Those guys seem to be getting more and more! What should I do, brother?!"
"Shut up!"
Gin scolded.
With a cold face, he covered his right shoulder that was grazed by the bullet, then supported himself and stretched his right hand out of the car window and fired back with a pistol.
Two or three bullets hit the tire of a car in the front, causing it to suddenly skid and crash to the side. At this moment, a "boom!" sound suddenly came from the side, and it seemed that the highway was shaken violently.
It turned out that a large truck carrying paint cans was hit by a swathe of bullets, one of which ignited the solvent, causing the explosion.
Amid the flames, an off-road vehicle sped past, neatly avoiding passers-by who were panicking due to confusion and fear, and quickly drove up. In a blink of an eye, it caught up with the black Porsche and maintained a parallel position.
The muzzle of a light machine gun was sticking out from the off-road vehicle, and under the sudden sense of crisis, Vodka quickly stepped on the brakes and lowered his head.
Da da ...
The bullet landed on the hood, leaving a bullet hole, but before the machine gunner on the SUV could remain arrogant for long, a bullet accurately pierced his forehead and drew a flower of blood from the back of his head.
A helicopter turned on its searchlight and slowly descended with a roar. At the open cockpit, a woman in a black tights was squatting there holding a sniper rifle.
"You two are such a mess."
"Cut the crap, Chianti."
Facing Chianti's gloating tone, Gin's voice was extremely cold, "Where are the others?"
"Don't worry, there are plenty of reinforcements!"
As soon as Chianti finished speaking, another helicopter was seen circling from the right. The man sitting in the cabin was holding a sniper rifle and shot through one of the enemy drivers with a very neat bullet.
"It's Calvados."
Vodka exclaimed.
He restarted the car and sped away at full speed, while the killers from the zoo who were chasing after the car fired wildly, leaving bullet holes on the Porsche 365A, making its appearance look extremely miserable... It was also fortunate that Gin's car had been specially modified, otherwise it would not have been able to survive until now.
"Tsk, tsk, the situation over there is really intense, just like making a movie, I think it will definitely get good box office."
"What did you want to say, Bourbon?"
Gin had a microphone on his ear, and his tone remained calm as he stretched out his hand and shot at the vehicle behind him.
"It's gotten too serious. The police have started to take action. You'd better pay more attention."
"You don't need to tell me about this."
"Hmm... Let me say one more thing. They set up a checkpoint about six kilometers away from you. And Rum is very angry. He said that he could drive that organization out from next door and seize their resources."
Gin didn't answer.
At this moment, a Hummer appeared from the rear with a roar, accompanied by gunfire. Relying on its tonnage and weight, it rushed forward all the way, and the submachine gun sticking out of the window also burst out with quite eye-catching firepower.
"It's Tequila's car."
Vodka recognized it.
With the support of the organization and the cover of two snipers at high altitude, the killers sent out by the zoo to pursue were soon defeated, but at this time they were only more than one kilometer away from the police checkpoint that Bourbon mentioned.
There were even sirens coming from the rear, clearly trying to drive them over there.
"Hey! What should we do? The police plane has also been dispatched!" Chianti's voice came through the headset.
"Shoot out their pilots?" Calvados asked.
Gin paused for only a moment, then made a prompt decision: "Tequila, abandon the car and take the helicopter!"
The noise right now is a bit too loud.
Although Gin is the leader of the action team and does not need to consider too much about the intelligence team and the people dealing with the aftermath, he cannot be too arbitrary... He knows very well that after tonight, the Japanese police or the public security department will intensify their actions against the organization. If he goes to war with the police at this moment, it will undoubtedly add fuel to the fire.
Fortunately, their goal has been accomplished.
Snake, a cadre in the zoo, is dead. He was killed by a bullet from Gin that pierced his forehead... Although Gin claimed that he "never remembers the faces and names of people he has killed", the guy's bullet actually grazed him, which did leave a little impression on him.
The organization's helicopter landed, and Gin and others chose to leave the car and get on the helicopter to escape.
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Hayashi Yoshiki discovered that the citizens of Mihua generally have big hearts.
The gunfight and explosion on the highway that night were widely reported, but after a few days of calm, it was Kogoro Mori's crime-solving deeds that made the news again.
However, the police and the public security were constantly taking action in secret. Thanks to this, Gin has been very quiet during this period and has not assigned any strange tasks to Hayashi Yoshiki.
"Nice to meet you again, Doctor Fudo."
"Yes, please take a seat, Mr. Lin."
In the cardiology clinic of the Mika Pharmacist Hospital, today is the day when Hayashi Yoshiki comes for a consultation.
Fenghu Kyosuke had a relaxed smile on his face. After he invited Hayashi Yoshiki to sit down, he took the initiative to say, "Mr. Lin, I have decided to change my name to Fenghu Kousuke. From today on, you can call me by this name."
"Kousuke Fudo?"
"Yes, to be honest, I feel that this name suits me much better than before. Maybe I should have decided to change it earlier."
"I see."
Hayashi Yoshiki smiled.
After a series of hypnosis and suggestion, he finally made Kyosuke Fudo decide to change his name.
But a simple name change is not enough.
He needs Kyosuke Fuuto to identify with his new name more thoroughly, and even erase the original name from his subconscious.
"Then let's start today's talk therapy, Kosuke."
"OK."
Kyosuke Fudo got into the state easily.