I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 120

Kazuma brought the speed past the speed limit in Tokyo.

In the sound of the engine, the police officer on duty on the police radio was asking: "Let me confirm, do you need support?"

"Forehead……"

Kazuma frowned slightly. If the general police are attacked by the mobsters, they must immediately send out support. Why do we need to ask first over there?

The voice on the radio asked again: "If you can handle it yourself, we will only let the traffic police clear the traffic..."

... That's the way it turns out, there is indeed the possibility that the front combat force of the police station does not need to support itself to overturn all the runaway races.

Kazuma glanced at the rearview mirror, at least there were a lot of enemies chasing behind him in the rearview mirror, the whole rearview mirror was filled with motorcycle lights.

The mobs also like to turn on the high beam, so there is only bright light in the rearview mirror, and they can't see clearly.

Kazuma: "Now I have a whole motorcycle brigade behind me, I can't beat so many people to death!"

"That's it. Then I will notify the police officers on patrol to support you."

Kazuma: "Don't forget to let the traffic police on duty guide the traffic. I don't want to write a lot of compensation reports after this matter is over."

"The colleagues in the Transportation Section have been dispatched."

As soon as the voice on the radio fell off, a police car with a police light rushed into the field of view of Kazuma, and a rude female voice came from the car's loudspeaker: "You bastards! It's not me, it's not the case. Do you have a car in the jurisdiction of the city? I have a gentleman agreement with your boss!"

Kazuma raised eyebrows.

This voice sounds familiar—it's you, Sister Xia Shu, do you still have a gentleman agreement with the boss of the mobster?

While Kazuma sighed, Xia Shu turned his head and pointed at him: "That GTR! You are already speeding! No matter what reason you have, pull me aside and show my driver's license!"

The policewomen in the traffic department generally copy the license plates of illegally parked cars on the side of the road and issue tickets, which is a non-dangerous job. Only these two will follow the Biaoche's GTR and the Biaozuo Biaoche on the road.

By the way, where does that little police car have the power to keep up with the GTR? Is it absolutely illegal?

Kazuma picked up the microphone of the police radio, switched to the broadcast mode, and shouted back: "I am the police officer of Kiryuu Kazuma. The boss of the mobster who reached a gentleman agreement with you may be punched by me. Flew away and is being rescued at the hospital."

"It's you guy!" Xia Shu roared like a wounded beast, "My leisurely night shift is all ruined! How are you going to accompany me?"

"I invite you to eat crepes."

"Ghosts want to eat something that little girls like! And you put the police siren on, so that the reporters can say nothing."

It may be that I was very dissatisfied with the two police cars that they ignored me and started chatting. A mob of a mob rushed between the two police cars. Moxigan in the car was holding a steel pipe in the head of the old man and dragging it behind him like a knife. A series of sparks drew from the head of the steel pipe and the road.

"It's a very happy chat!" yelled the Bozou clan monster, waving his poles——

Kazuma and Natsuki-no, it should be Kobayakawa who drove-tacitly cooperated with Kobayakawa, and directly formed a two-fold sandwich with the Mozou clan, and suddenly thinned him and the car. .

The two police cars separated again, and the steel pipes in the hands of the rioters fell to the ground and the whole car fell down.

Xia Shu didn't turn off the broadcast mode, and directly reported to the command center like this: "A mobster is injured, please call an ambulance."

As soon as Kazuma was about to complain, I saw another locomotive rushing forward in the rearview mirror on the right, with the knight holding a Molotov cocktail in his hand.

Kazuma cursed. He originally thought that only the mobsters in the animated film "Akila" were so abundant. He didn't expect that his great friend Keyang was based on reality.

The Japanese mobsters in the 1980s were really fierce. Could this be where the young people's energy that has nowhere to vent after the ebb of the student movement?

Kazuma slammed on the brakes and sent the Molotov cocktail that the opponent had already shot to the front of the car.

After a momentary brake, Kazuma immediately shifted gears, and the accelerator slammed to death.

The GTR engine let out a dull roar, and the speed that had just dropped was raised with difficulty.

Fortunately, it is a sports car with strong horsepower, otherwise it will be surrounded by the mobs.

Kazuma looked behind, the Molotov cocktail that fell on the road turned into a wall of fire. However, this did not stop the chasing of the mobsters. They screamed and rushed across the wall of fire, and the wind they brought up even extinguished the musket. NS.

A mobster turned on the car stereo and played the recorded fancy horn sound.

This caused other tyrants to squeeze the horns of their cars madly.

Kazuma frowned.

The co-pilot's Nichinan asked suspiciously, "Why do these mobsters change the horn so strangely?"

"Because they are a runaway." Kazuma replied nonsense.

The loudspeakers of the Gozoo clan will certainly not make a normal "di-di" sound. They have all kinds of things, and they will never let go of expressing their individuality in such a place.

Kazuma suddenly saw the traffic police in front erect a huge right-turning arrow. Kazuma didn't bother to look at the map to confirm where to turn right, and directly followed the instructions to turn right.

Because of the rapid rotation, the GTR entered a drifting state, and the tires rubbed on the ground and made a sharp neigh.

Nichinan, who was in the co-pilot's position, was swung to the side, and the seat belt passed through her chest strangled her half-breasted.

Because Yuzao in the back seat didn't wear a seat belt, he was thrown to the side against the wall of the carriage.

Fortunately, the back seat of the sports car is not easy to get out, and there is no separate car window. Yuzao's flying tendency is blocked by the C-pillar and D-pillar, otherwise she will break out of the window.

Nichinan: "My chest will be torn off by the seat belt!"

Kazuma couldn't help but glance at her: "It's okay, it's still there."

"It's just a metaphor! Master, can't you do anything besides running?"

Kazuma glanced at the rearview mirror.

The small police car driven by Kobayakawa in the back had just drifted around a corner, and behind it was the mobster army.

Many people from the Bozou tribe were poorly skilled and were thrown off the track when turning, and were immediately held down by the waiting police.

But more mobsters used cornering skills like professional motorcycle racers, rubbing their knees on the ground and crossing the corner.

Suddenly Kazuma also saw a mobster wearing ripped jeans. The ripped holes in his pants were just on the knees, so the knees were **** and **** when turning.

Do you want to be so fierce, you are bleeding, brother-Kazuma muttered inwardly.

At this time, Nichinan said, "Why don't you drive me, Master, go out and fight!"

Kazuma glanced at Nichinan suspiciously: "Are you asking me to stand in the car and beat up the gangster?"

"Ah, didn't you do this before?"

Kazuma shook his head: "I haven't done it before. I only did it before riding a Harley motorcycle and using a pierced bamboo pole as a gun."

That bamboo pole is also the curtain rod of an izakaya run by a certain monster.

Nichinan stared at Kazuma dumbfounded: "Why didn't I know there is this passage?"

"At that time you were in the third year of high school." Kazuma replied.

"I hate it! Just because I'm a year younger than you, I missed a lot of plot feeling!" Nichinan patted the dashboard hard.

Kazuma was about to answer, Xia Shu's small police car drove up, and the female police yelled to Kazuma with a loudspeaker: "Just drive all the way, the officials of the Transportation Department seem to be ready to solve it in one fell swoop. This group of rioters is dispatching joint operations with the police force."

Kazuma: "If you shout like this with a loudspeaker, won't you be heard by the mobsters?"

"Don't worry, they don't have any brains. The more you say this is aimed at them, the more they have to face the difficulties!"

As if to confirm Natsuki's words, a chariot of the Gouzou clan entered between the two vehicles, and the knight with the flag of "The Fastest Tokaido" on his back, shouted at Kazuma with a horn: "Yelu is dead. bitter!"

When the voice fell, he threw the steel pipe out of his hand and hit the window glass of GTR.

At the same time, Kobayakawa had run into this guy from the other side.

This time Kazuma did not form a match because he was holding the microphone in one hand.

The motorcycle that was hit directly tilted down, and the driver's head hit the newly added crack in the glass of Kazuma, making the crack even more exaggerated.

It is a pity that Japanese cars have generally adopted special glass, which is more difficult to break.

Kazuma glanced at the glass, subconsciously heartache: "Oh my God, where do I have the money to repair the car!"

The mobsters continued to attack, Kazuma had no choice but to press the accelerator to the end.

GTR is running at full speed. After all, the mobsters cannot afford real high-horsepower motorcycle sports cars. Even if ordinary motorcycles are modified, they will generally not be able to drive the genuine sports cars running at full speed.

Kazuma was immersed in the comfort brought by the speed, took a moment to glance at the rearview mirror, and saw Tamamo from behind again sticking to the backrest.

The rear compartment of a sports car is cramped, and she has to bend her neck forward and head down when she leans on the back seat.

At this time, there was the roar of helicopters in the sky.

Kazuma: "This time the helicopter was dispatched so fast?"

There are a lot of troublesome procedures for the Japanese police to dispatch a helicopter, and the most important thing is to say hello to the Air Self-Defense Force—corresponding to this, the US military helicopter can fly freely, and there is no need to greet anyone.

Kazuma looked up into the sky while turning, and finally saw the helicopter following behind.

It was actually a broadcast helicopter from a TV station.

Damn it.

Can you believe that the helicopters of the TV station are dispatched faster than the police?

In addition, the helicopter looked familiar.

Kazuma: "Nichinan, the helicopter of your TV station is behind us."

"Huh?" Nichinan hurriedly leaned on the car window and looked back, but the helicopter was just behind, and she couldn't see without a probe, "Where?"

"Don't open the window!" Kazuma stopped Nichinan from opening the window. "It's about to turn, you can watch it at that time!"

The next moment, Kazuma turned, Nichinan's window was facing the back, and Nichinan finally met the helicopter.

In the Kiryu Dojo, Chiyoko was sitting alone in front of the TV. At this time, the TV was dialing up the helicopter aerial picture: "Now our plane has reached the sky of the Biaoche War! The first one is a GTR! It looks like it has been attacked. The fire attack of the chasing rioters!"

Chiyoko picked up the tea on the table and took a sip without expression.

At this time, Qingliu opened the door of the living room: "Xiaoqian, Kazuma hasn't come back yet? I want to practice more swords with him today!"

Chiyoko pointed to the TV: "He's on TV."

Qingliu frowned: "Why did he get into the rioters?"

"I don't know. When he called home just now, he said that Nichinan was kidnapped again and was being checked in the hospital. The ghost knows what happened after that."

Qing Liu raised her eyebrows: "Is he the kind of physique that attracts trouble?"

"I see, this is a female disaster."

The "women's hardship" in Japanese does not mean causing trouble to the girl, but is similar to "Peach Blossom Jie" in Chinese.

Qingliu sat down at the low table and took a sip from Chiyoko's teacup.

"Don't take my teacup! You want to drink it yourself!" Chiyoko patted Qingruu's shoulder hard, and then took back his teacup.

Qing Liu stood up unwillingly and unwillingly, and went out of the living room. After a while, she took the whole pot of iced wheat tea from the refrigerator.

She sat down at the table and blew her head up at the kettle.

Chiyoko didn't care about her either, paying attention to walking on the screen.

"Fortunately, my Amao doesn't get involved in trouble often," she muttered, "I really sympathize with my old brother's future wife.

After finishing talking, Chiyoko picked up the teacup and wiped the place where Qingrui had just drunk before drinking.

The reporter responsible for the live report on the TV exclaimed: "Wait a minute! It seems that a motorcycle has joined the battle, and the knight has launched an attack on the mobster!"

Chiyoko spouted a sip of tea.

Of course she recognized the motorcycle now joining the battlefield.

Isn't that the one that Amao bought when he worked and saved money?

Nichinan looked behind, "Hey, is there a motorcycle-riding friendly army helping us?"

Kazuma glanced at the rearview mirror: "It seems to be... the car is a bit familiar!"

Tamamo in the back seat said, "It's Amao. That's how the car he bought for a part-time job."

"But isn't the small-displacement motorcycle he bought for a part-time job?" Kazuma glanced at his speedometer, "We are all two hundred miles away! This is all ready to take off!"

Could it be that the entry of the Law Knight came into play?

This is the entry of the Kamen Rider series?

So no matter what motorcycle ~www.mtlnovel.com~ is marked with "Ishinomori Aktaro" with subtitles in front, it can fly so fast?

Behind him, Amao had already overturned a mob of a mob, then jumped onto another one, twisted his neck and threw the person out of the car, seized the motorcycle and moved on.

The motorcycle he bought was actually following!

Although the motorcycle will continue to advance for a certain distance as long as the front of the motorcycle is stuck without a rider, but this is too outrageous?

Kazuma was surprised, and Amao jumped back into his car.

The moment he returned to the car, he flew and kicked the Bozou clan who had come from the other side.

Xia Shu's police car slowed down slightly, approached Amao, and shouted at him with a loudspeaker: "I don't know which faction you belong to! If you enter me now, you will endanger public safety!"

Amao glanced at the police car, then he, then he showed the lawyer badge.

Chapter end