I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Damn it, while the upward slope of the bridge is good for slowing down, it's not at all prepared for the terrible inertia of the big truck at this point."

Instructing everyone to quickly arrange the buffer zone, Shimoto Gongyuki's face was a little pale.

"If only I had a little more time and brought in some gravel, sandbags and tires..."

Due to time constraints and limited supplies, the uphill buffer zone they laid was only one kilometer long.

This has little effect on a large truck with a total weight of nearly 30 tons and a high speed of more than 90 yards.

"This is already the limit of what we can do... It's all here, and the rest can only be handed over to Brother Araki."

Seeming to see his anxiety, Kenjiro patted his shoulder heavily behind him.

Ichimoto Miyayuki nodded feebly, but his hands in his pockets were still clenched tightly.

Kenjiro is right...

In just 40 minutes, nearly a hundred people "illegally expropriated" several large trucks transporting sand, gravel, wooden boxes, and straw from the nearby industrial area. It was very lucky to be able to arrange it like this.

"Well, just trust Araki-san..."

Seeming to have figured something out, Ichimoto Miyayuki let go of his clenched hand.

"After all, he was the record holder of 'Death Brake' back then."

Time is like a knife, removing useless innocence and dreams, leaving only the appearance needed for survival.

But there is such a person who still maintains his original appearance, so that those who stand side by side with him can at least recall what they lost.

At the same time, a dilapidated refrigerated truck, as if it had experienced a war, appeared in everyone's sight along the winding road parallel to the coastline in the distance.

"Hey, in a short period of time, you did a good job, everyone of Phoenix..."

On the speeding refrigerated truck, through the big hole in the windshield, looking at the bridge covered with various buffers in the distance and the men gathered at the bridge head, the corners of Araki Sosuke's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"Next, it's up to us, right, warriors of the Warring States Period."

"Boom...boom...boom..."

In the rear compartment of the car, there was the muffled sound of the locomotive engine.

"Crack...wow..."

Lighting the last cigarette on his body, Sousuke Araki sat upright, punched several times to clean up the shattered windshield in front of him, held the steering wheel with both hands, and focused on the rapidly approaching broken bridge road ahead.

"So many people watching..."

Under the tense eyes of everyone, the nearly ten-meter-long refrigerated truck rushed up the gravel-filled ramp!

"...I can't, it's embarrassing to be a good project!!!"

In an instant, the dust and sand of the big canopy rose up, making it impossible for people to see the situation behind.

"Ooh..."

Maybe the truck's inertia is too high, or maybe the temporary gravel road is not enough to trap the huge tire...

The huge black shadow in the dust did not slow down as everyone expected, but showed amazing off-road performance, and still maintained a strong inertia to rush towards the end of the broken bridge.

"...It's your turn to play, Sengoku warrior!"

Holding the wild steering wheel tightly with both hands, ignoring the sand and dust pouring into the cab, Araki Sousuke roared fiercely behind him.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

In the sky full of dust, the wild roar of the warriors of the Warring States Period resounded.

A vigorous black shadow sprang out of the cab like a cheetah, and galloped towards the front of the car in an instant.

"Boom..."

In the sand and dust, the black and white locomotive covered with inverted teeth, and the lava flames ignited all over the body!

"Boom boom boom... Woo!!!!"

With a hysterical roar, the warrior of the Warring States Period, with a body of less than 300KG, carried it under the bumper of this nearly 30-ton truck that weighed a hundred times his own weight!

Under the high-speed friction of the sand and gravel on the ground, the warriors of the Warring States Period who acted as "temporary brakes" were directly swallowed into the bottom of the truck, and countless fine scratches began to appear on the originally smooth and round paint surface of the whole body...

Amidst its roar, the dark shadow of the refrigerated truck slowed down significantly in its upward sprint.

But……

"It's not enough, the buffer zone is too short, and the friction coefficient of the road surface is not enough..."

Looking at the huge black shadow that has rushed to half of the buffer zone in the dust that covers the sky, but still maintains a speed of nearly 40 yards, the Ichimoto Palace at the bridgehead roared anxiously towards the bridge: "Brother Araki, jump out of the car!!!"

Although the situation inside is completely invisible, but at this speed, the tires, wooden boxes and straw at the end of the broken bridge can't stop the truck at all!

"That alone is really not enough..."

Araki Sousuke in the cab also instantly made the same judgment as Ichimoto Miyayuki.

Based on his many years of "death braking" experience on this broken bridge, according to the current deceleration trend, this heavy truck will still rush out of the end of the broken bridge and fall into the Fuji River below with the expensive wagyu beef in the cargo compartment. become fish feed.

At the same time, under the sea level extending infinitely from the end of the broken bridge, a round of fiery red slowly lit up, igniting the place where the water and the sky meet...

The originally slightly whitish sky and the dark blue sea level then burned up, turning into a fiery sea of ​​flames.

It gave Araki Sosuke the illusion that he was flying towards the rising sun.

"Gong Xing, look forward to it... This is the only special demonstration..."

Looking at the end of the broken bridge with buffers piled up in front of him, and the sea and sky burning in flames in the distance, Sousuke Araki smiled ferociously, and let go of the steering wheel...

"The special technique that I can brake to the limit every time..."

Amidst the continuous roar of warriors from the Warring States Period, he hung on the side of the doorless driver's cab, leaning his lower body out of the car!

"That is, I used..."

Then, ignoring the fact that the big truck was still at least 30 yards per hour, his upper body hung by the door, his feet turned into afterimages alternately, and slammed fiercely towards the road!

"Foot Brake!!!!"

"Kach...Kach..."

Amidst the roar of large trucks and locomotives, there was a continuous cracking sound that made the entire bridge deck tremble.

In the misty smoke and dust, the black shadow of the big truck suddenly slammed on the brakes, and the speed dropped...

"Bastard truck, stop for me!!!"

"Brother Araki, come on!!!!"

Seeing the black shadow suddenly leaning forward and decelerating, the desperate people at the bridgehead all moved their minds and couldn't help shouting excitedly.

"Please, slow down for me!!!"

Looking at this heart-pounding scene, even the famous "Kyushu boy" Ishimoto Gongxing couldn't help bending down and roaring loudly, unwilling to watch this scene again.

"Damn, isn't that enough..."

In the eyes of everyone, the big truck slammed into the buffer at the end with irresistible momentum, broke the concrete wall at the end of the broken bridge like tofu, and moved towards the nearby The vast sea horizon within easy reach...

"It's over... It's over... Brother Araki!!!"

"Wait...you see..."

"This, this is..."

The entire "Cliff of Death" suddenly fell silent.

At some point, where the sea and the sky meet, a round of red sun has rushed out from below the sea level and hung above the clouds, extremely dazzling and radiant.

The sea of ​​clouds was dyed bright orange red, and the sea below was soaked red, like a boundless sea of ​​flames in hell.

"stop……"

When the dust settled, what appeared in everyone's eyes was...

With the entire front of the truck hanging off the bridge deck, the large truck was dangerously hanging on the edge of the broken bridge.

"...Stop!!!"