I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Kawasaki H2?! Could it be...impossible! I want to see which bastard dares to..."

Seeing the galloping Kawasaki H2 and the white figure, Araki Sousuke's pupils shrank.

Numerous similar pictures buried deep in memory came to my mind clearly.

"Araki, what are you talking about?"

The people beside them seemed to have completely missed the red locomotive that suddenly appeared, and their faces were blank.

"Boom boom boom..."

Stepping onto the motorcycle without wasting a second, Sousuke Araki disappeared in front of the eyes of several people...

"Wait... Brother Araki?"

After Araki Sousuke left, one of the sharp-eyed men looked at the road and his face suddenly changed.

On the asphalt road, a pool of dark red blood was reflecting coquettishly in the moonlight.

...

"The two cars collided in the fourth corner, the XJR4000 stopped, and now it has caught up again..."

At the top of the mountain, everyone heard the message on the walkie-talkie, and the faces of the people in Shibongong turned pale.

"It's despicable!"

"Is that all the dignity of the three-member group?"

"Hey, that's it! Indiscriminate car racing is not as simple as you think..."

Hearing the news, Jin Shanzhang showed a sinister smile.

Although it had been expected, it seemed that the classic car was able to force Tai Yi into a reasonable collision, which seemed not easy.

...

On the pitch-black mountain road, Sousuke Araki broke through the white mist, skimmed corners one by one with exquisite pressure, and pursued the RX-10 running below.

The left cuff of his special attack suit was already stained red with blood.

Drops of blood are dripping down his cuffs onto the car body, soaking into the interior along the damaged shell of the XJR4000, flowing into the frame, engine, transmission, tires...

It was caused by friction and scratches on the arm and the ground when he fell to the ground before.

The pain from his arm made Sousuke Araki more conscious.

"Let's go, warriors of the Warring States Period, although the nose of the plane is temporarily gone... But we, who have inherited the will of Brother Kosaka, cannot lose."

"boom……"

As if responding to him, the "Samurai of the Warring States Period" roared like a beast, and his speed continued to soar.

Concentrating on galloping in the dark night, Araki Sousuke only felt that the "Samurai of the Warring States Period" who had been with him for many years under him gradually had a feeling of mutual understanding, like arms and fingers.

The friction between the tires and the ground, the release of the horsepower, the route into the corner, combined with the keen intuition, are engraved in his heart bit by bit, like a mirror.

For the first time, he seemed to be integrated with the "Samurai of the Warring States Period" and turned into a beast running under the moonlight.

...

On the ramp ahead, the RX-10 still maintains a frenzied speed, driving on the ramp with astonishing extreme car skills.

"Hmph, I just want you to know that I, Samejima Taichi, am the strongest king of Mt. Haruna!"

"Boom..."

Just when Samejima Taiichi thought he was far ahead, the roar of a motorcycle came from behind.

He subconsciously looked in the rearview mirror, but found that there were no lights behind him.

"Hmph, are you chasing blindly... that guy actually caught up so quickly?"

Blind pursuit refers to turning off the headlights during the race, so that the opponent cannot find that there is a car chasing from behind.

This trick requires full memory of the track to use.

Samejima Taiichi will naturally not let the bosozoku in the rear get what they want.

He then slammed down the accelerator vigorously and sprinted forward with all his attention.

However, the distance between the two sides has not widened again.

As the roar got closer, the locomotive without headlights appeared in his rearview mirror like a ghost.

"It seems that the hit just now was not hard enough..."

Thinking of this, Samejima glanced at the rearview mirror...

Under the moonlight of Zizania, one can vaguely see the locomotive behind, which is a red Kawasaki H2 with the title of "King of the Land".

"Kawasaki H2... No wonder, did you change the car and catch up?"

He only chased after the other party's classic car when it was broken and pragmatically replaced it with a motorcycle with explosive performance.

"etc……"

Looking through the rearview mirror, he suddenly found that there was nothing above the wide collar of the rider in the special attack suit on the car...

headless rider.

"Damn it, do you think you can scare me with this vile move? I knew it was done by these gangsters before. They must have worn a big cosplay suit and hid their real heads in the clothes. "

Seeing the other party's "sexy" appearance and remembering the previous accidents, Samejima Taiichi smiled instead of anger.

Tonight, no matter what headless horseman or land king you are, I will convince you to lose!

"The RX-10 has just passed the sixth big bend... two corners away from XJR4000... and two more corners are about to enter the five consecutive hairpin turns!"

The observer at the curve seemed to be completely invisible to the headless horseman without headlights who was following the RX-10.

"Hmph, the outcome has been decided..."

At the top of the mountain, upon hearing the news, Jin Shanzhang had an expression of victory.

"You despicable guys, don't talk too early, Brother Araki is..."

Yuki Tokimoto gripped the walkie-talkie in his hand and looked worriedly at the track below.

...

"This group of naive guys, is it necessary to have such a big fight in a car race..."

Harumoto Kaito, who had already started the engine and was on standby in the LEVIN, wearing spirit detection goggles, smiled disdainfully at the intersection before the fifth hairpin bend.

He is the kind of pure driver who drove on this mountain road day and night, focusing only on the track and the driving skills itself, and didn't care whether there were spectators on both sides of the road.

"Woo... boom boom boom..."

"The first car is coming..."

The yellow RX-10 sports car with the aura of which is better than me, rushed out from the side curve, broke through the white mist, and broke into the sight of the three.

"The yellow RX-10... Did Samejima Taiichi run this race himself?"

Seeing that handsome RX-10, Kaito Harumoto showed a complicated expression.

Due to the bad habit of "putting unknown liquids in the car and letting teenagers deliver goods late at night" in Gunma County, he and Samejima Taiichi have been competing with each other on this late-night mountain road since childhood, although the loser will sometimes be "unwell" And disappeared for a few days, but each other can be regarded as an enemy and friend.

When he was transferred here to perform a mission a month ago, he discovered that the two people who had not seen each other for many years had already implemented their respective driving skills and embarked on completely different life paths.

Since the police and the Jidao were on opposite sides, the task had to be carried out in secret, so he did not recognize each other.

On the mountain road, in the sight of the three, no matter how the RX-10 speeds up, the Kawasaki H2 without headlights is always hanging five meters behind it like a ghost.

On the car was a rider in a white special attack uniform whose face could not be seen clearly.

Because that rider didn't even have a head.