Conan, kill the emperor at the beginning

brush~~~

Qin Feng drove his sports car, like a gust of wind, directly overtaking a mini patrol car in front of him.

Soon there was no trace.

squeak~~~ga~~

The screeching sound of brakes suddenly came.

The mini patrol car that had just been overtaken suddenly braked and almost hit a street light.

Miyamoto Yumi was firmly pressing the brakes, still a little confused.

She rubbed her eyes and looked forward.

Not even a shadow.

"Yumi, what are you doing?"

Sato Miwako, who was resting in the passenger seat, was awakened and asked angrily.

"Miwako, Miwako, did you see something running past just now?" Miyamoto Yumi asked in surprise.

"Did something rush by?"

Miwako Sato glanced ahead and said angrily: "This road is so long. If there is a car, you will definitely be able to see it. You must have seen it wrong."

"Impossible, how could I see it wrong with my fiery eyes?"

Miyamoto Yumi slapped her thigh suddenly and said angrily: "How unreasonable, how dare you drive a car under the nose of me, a beautiful traffic policeman."

"Do you really take me seriously?"

"Miwako, let's change. Isn't the reason you become a police officer so that you can legally drag your car?"

"I'll give this good opportunity to you today. Let's catch that bastard."

Miwako Sato's mouth twitched.

He sneered and said: "Yumi, can you pat your own leg next time? It'll hurt."

"And... let's not talk about whether there is anyone racing, even if there is, are you sure this mini patrol car can catch up?"

"Why not?"

Miyamoto Yumi hummed: "Don't underestimate it, I secretly added it..."

Halfway through, she suddenly shut up.

Impatiently: "Miwako, are you going to come for such a good opportunity?"

"If you wait any longer, it will be too late."

Sato Miwako suddenly felt a little moved, but after looking at the time, she sighed: "No, I still have a mission, so I have to leave."

After that, he straightened his clothes and got out of the car.

Miyamoto Yumi curled her lips, then rubbed her hands excitedly.

After stepping on the accelerator, he took out the walkie-talkie.

"I am Yumi Miyamoto. This is near Rice Flower Park. There are people racing here."

"Everyone, please pay attention. If you see him, report his location to me."

Soon, a response came over the intercom.

Somewhat vague.

They all said that they only saw a red shadow, and the specific license plate and model were not clear at all.

In this regard, Miyamoto Yumi didn't care.

After getting the location, he quickly rushed in that direction.

A few minutes later.

Listening to the report from a colleague ten kilometers away.

Miyamoto Yumi looked extremely stunned, somewhat doubtful about life.

He had been following behind, how could he be left so far behind.

Was that guy driving a car or a plane?

Too arrogant.

I must catch you today.

He gritted his silver teeth.

Miyamoto Yumi turned the alarm sound to the maximum and suddenly increased the speed.

For a long time.

She arrived at the location where she had last received the report.

Chiyoda Ward.

After that, we completely lost news of each other.

Lost...?

Look at the traffic jam ahead.

Miyamoto Yumi looked annoyed.

Now she doesn't even know the other person's license plate number. Even if she guesses that the other person is probably nearby, there is nothing she can do.

In that case.......

Looking at the countless illegally parked vehicles on the roadside, she couldn't help but smile.

He directly called a tow truck and commanded: "What happened here? All parking is illegal. Look what kind of traffic jam it is."

"All illegally parked vehicles will be towed away by me."

The corner of the tow truck driver's mouth twitched.

Silently said: "It seems that the Yasukuni Shrine is holding a ceremony today. I heard that the Prime Minister and many officials went there in their private capacity. Let's do this..."

"What are you afraid of?"

"It doesn't matter what era it is now. I don't care who he is, as long as he violates the rules, he will be dragged away by me."

"This Mazda, that Mercedes, and..."

"Hey, there is a Porsche 356A here. How old is this? There are still people driving such classic cars?"

"Do you want to delay this too?"

The driver looked at the dozens of cars behind him and asked with a dull expression.

"Of course, didn't you see that he violated the rules?"

Miyamoto Yumi snorted.

His eyes scanned the street, trying to find the red figure that passed him before.

Unfortunately, not even a shadow was seen.

Suddenly I felt a little impatient.

do not care.

Anyway, there are all illegal vehicles here, and in the end, a blind cat will definitely encounter a dead mouse.

Looking at the empty streets and the Porsche 356A at the end of the trailer.

Miyamoto Yumi nodded with satisfaction.

It feels much more comfortable now.

"A sneeze, a sneeze..."

Gin, who was crowded in the crowd, suddenly sneezed.

The next moment, a tissue was handed over.

Gin:..........

He silently took it and wiped his nose.

Gin said coldly: "There seem to be a lot of people here."

Vodka nodded in agreement.

"I saw a lot of posts on the Internet, all about this festival."

"Including those outside the shrine who have not squeezed in, a rough estimate is that there are nearly ten or two hundred thousand people."

"Brother, something is wrong. How can so many people gather here at one time? It is far beyond the capacity of this place."

"There must be someone behind the scenes, and I also found that most of the people here are fanatics advocating war, and their families."

"And they all have one thing in common..."

"Okay, no need to say more."

Gin interrupted his younger brother's words with a wave of his hand.

He sneered: "No matter what the other party's purpose is, it has nothing to do with us."

"And wouldn't it be better this way? After taking action, we can just put the responsibility on the person behind the scenes."

"Have we reached our goal?"

Vodka nodded.

"They are all in the innermost part of the shrine, and there are even a few people who are obstacles to us."

"But brother, I..."

"what are you worried about?"

A sinister smile appeared on Gin's lips, and he said coldly: "Do you think someone would be so crazy and crazy that he would kill everyone here?"

"With so much cover, we don't have to worry at all. It just so happens that since the enemies of the organization are all gathered together, we can deal with them all."

"By the way, have you parked my car?"

"Is everything going to be okay?"

"Brother, don't worry. I've arranged for other cars to surround your Porsche 356A. There will definitely be no problem.

Gin immediately nodded with satisfaction.

And Vodka's heart was relieved.

Big brother is indeed a big brother.

This is nearly 200,000 people.

With them covering, how could anything happen?