Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 9 Gin's Pursuit
After sitting up and comparing the postures for a few times, Fu Jiang turned his head and asked backwards: "How to start?"

"Ah? Hmm..." Nugabuchi pointed his finger and subconsciously said: "Your right hand controls the accelerator, step down on the right foot while turning the accelerator, then hold the clutch with your left hand, and step down with your left foot... .”

As he spoke, his eyes became blank, his expression became stiff, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"You can't drive a motorcycle???" he growled deafeningly.

"It's very noisy... Step down with your left foot, is it this thing?" The motorcycle swished out, "Now I know how to do it."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"I saw it." Fu Jiang made a successful turn and rushed to the door while continuously twisting the accelerator.

"Slow down! Slow down!" Nugabuchi held Fu Jiang's waist tightly with his arms, feeling that he might be thrown out at any time.

"How slow? I can't." The speed is getting faster and faster, every time Fu Jiang opens his mouth, the wind will pour into his mouth.

"Then what will you do!" Marsh roared so loudly.

"I will turn."

"Ahhh, I'm doomed!"

……

Five minutes ago, the black Porsche-5A drove to the gate of the experimental base.

The silver-haired man wearing a top hat got out of the car, lit a cigarette in his mouth, and leaned against the car door.

Shouts came from the main entrance, and a few experimental subjects who were lucky enough to avoid the security guard rushed out happily.

Their eyes were filled with the joy of freedom, and they missed their life of wandering, poverty, or only family.

"Yunzi, Dad will definitely come back to you. Dad promised to buy you a doll for this year's Girl's Day..."

The man's expression was both excited and terrified, very complicated, and then his expression froze.

Bang, bang, bang, with four non-stop gunshots, the heads of the test subjects splashed blood and fell to the ground.

With a puff of smoke, Gin pressed the number for vodka.

beep... beep... hello, you are dialing...

Gin hung up the phone and put the phone away.

Humming humming—babbling, with the roar of the engine and the sound of brakes, an American muscle car stopped two meters away from the Porsche.

Pop, the car door opened, and a tall and burly man in black got out of the car and walked to Qin Jiu.

"You're here too, Tequila." Gin said with a cigarette in his mouth.

"That's right, Vodka has sent so many messages asking for help, my phone screen is swiped." The strong man with a Kansai accent replied, "What happened here?"

"..." Imagining Vodka's terrified look, Gin pressed the cigarette into the portable ashtray, "You came just in time, watch for me so that the experimental subject does not escape, I will go find Vodka, he called Can't get through."

"What? Can't get through? How can he be knocked down by someone so big?" Tequila sneered.

At this time, Gin had strode into the laboratory. According to the transmitter in Vodka's mobile phone, he could tell that Vodka was in the A2 area of ​​the experimental base.

A few minutes later, the sound of beeping engines and screams drifted past, and a motorcycle swished past.

"What? That's a test subject?" Tequila pressed the hat, "Can gin make people fall?"

Tequila waited for a few minutes in a little uneasiness as a four-wheeled vehicle with smashed windows approached from the parking lot.

"Did Shirley's Harley pass by here just now?" Gin asked from inside the car.

"Yeah, whoosh, it's fast." Tequila pointed in the direction.

"That's right." Gin got out of the car with a gloomy expression, and walked to Tequila's muscle car, "Lend me your car."

"Okay, but why don't you drive your own car?" Tequila backed away a few steps to make room.

"Your car has more horsepower (I don't want to scratch it)." Gin sat in the car and turned the key.

Tequila nodded in satisfaction, "That's right! A real man has to drive this car, and your Porsche can't do it."

The engine of the muscle car roared, and Tequila yelled, "Be careful not to scratch, this is the only one I have."

Humming humming, the muscle car speeded up instantly, and according to the transmitter on the Harley, Gin locked the position and chased after it.

……

"Why don't you let me drive if you don't know how to drive!" Numabuchi hugged Tomie's waist, put his head on Tomie's latissimus dorsi, and shouted with his eyes closed.

"Then if someone catches up and shoots at us, wouldn't I be dead sitting behind?" Fu Jiang said honestly.

His muzzle and nose were covered by the raised collar, which obscured his face.

He wants to prevent going to jail for crimes such as drag racing, hitting people, shooting, driving on the sidewalk and other crimes that may occur after a successful escape.

"That's it? Just because of this?" Nigga's eyes widened, "I trust you so much, so - trust!"

He waved his arms and drew a big circle, almost being thrown out, and quickly pressed Fu Jiang's shoulder.

"Thanks for your trust."

Fortunately, it is midnight now, and there are basically no vehicles passing by on the road, otherwise, Fu Jiang's driving skills, which are not even displayed in the skill column, would probably overturn in an instant.

"I don't want you to thank me! I want to get out of the car! We escaped successfully, so we don't want to die in a car accident!"

Kiichiro Numabuchi kept his eyes on the road that kept passing backwards, and was about to jump off when the car slowed down.

"Tell me how to slow down."

"Stop the accelerator, don't squeeze the clutch yet, wait until I tell you to step on the brakes, and then you step on it."

Seeing that Fu Jiang had no intention of racing, Nuo Yuan let go of his tight heart.

Under his command, Harley's speed slowed down little by little, and soon stopped.

"Where are you going?" Fu Jiang turned to look at Marsh.

"Probably..." Nuoyuan rubbed his forehead, "It's going back to the forest where I lived when I was a child, I really want to go back and have a look."

"Well, let's say goodbye here." Fu Jiang took a deep breath, feeling the cold night wind penetrate into his nasal cavity.

buzz buzz buzz buzz
A muscle car sparked from a drift in a corner, and then crashed straight into the two.

Fu Jiang's pupils shrank, and he immediately pinched the clutch again and stepped on it.

Then the terrified Marsh shouted: "Drive! That's their man!"

The Harley was picking up speed and was soon beyond 140 yards, but the muscle car behind it was getting closer.

A puff of smoke came out of his mouth, Gin let go of the shift lever with his right hand, put it on the steering wheel, and put his left hand into the windbreaker, and took out the Boleta 92F.

Wow, the left car window was smashed by the gun butt, Gin put his left hand out of the window and aimed at the tire.

"Accelerate! Accelerate!" Mo Yuan turned his head to look backward, his face changed dramatically, "No! Turn around, avoid!"

Great, whistling, sparks from Harley's tires and the ground covered up the sparks from the bullets hitting the ground, the motorcycle suddenly changed direction, and drove straight across the sidewalk to the pedestrian street.

"Tsk." Gin retracted the pistol, shifted gears with his right hand, and slammed the steering wheel to the left.

A row of warning poles at the crossing of the sidewalk were all knocked into the air, and the muscle car with a shattered front swaggered into the pedestrian street and roared.

"Where's the police!? Don't care?" Marsh, who thought it was safe, yelled heartbreakingly before he could take a breath.

"Does he not care about his car at all?" Fu Jiang frowned slightly, and looked back.

The person sitting in the car was not an unfamiliar member of the organization, but Gin.

"Well, that's not his car."

"Where is your focus!? Look at the road, look at the road! There is a supermarket in front of you!"

At the front of the pedestrian street, there is a supermarket with its back on the sidewalk on the other side of the road.

"Give me the gun." Fu Jiang let go of the accelerator with his right hand, took the vodka gun from Nuoyuan, and shot forward continuously.

The glass behind the supermarket's shutter door was pierced by bullets and was full of cracks.

(End of this chapter)