Just when Atsukai Rikuto was immersed in the complicated emotions of being dominated by a female ghost, Sosuke Araki, who was about to run two more orders to call it a day, rang the phone in his pocket.

"Hey, Kenjiro, looking for me so late...... Do you want to invite me to take the Fujiwara bubble bath this special course? ”

“…… I haven't washed it either, I've always longed for it...... No! Brother Araki, something is wrong...... The guys in the group of three have planted a few recent race accidents in Mt. Haruna on our heads. The head of the Ichimoto regiment was furious and fought with them......"

On the phone, in the face of his question, Kenjiro, who had only met at the motorcycle shop, was silent for a moment, and then said in a panic.

As several people talked about during the day, the underground car race held regularly at Mt. Haruna, led by the trio, has recently had several accidents in a row.

Before the accident, the riders used to report through the intercom that "the locomotive appeared behind" and "the rider has no head".

Originally, on the Haruna Mountain track, those who played four-wheeled and two-wheeled people often had friction over the track.

Moreover, during the night race, the group of three will arrange people to block at both ends of the track, stop unrelated vehicles trying to enter the "track", or warn in advance.

Therefore, the riders who entered and disappeared out of nowhere, causing accidents, in their opinion, could only be deliberately done by the mobs who often compete with them for the track.

As the head of the Immortal Bird Runaway Group, the "Kyushu Boy" City Honggong Xing naturally couldn't stand the slander that the other party came to the door, and immediately fought with the other party, but he was defeated by the three people and fell into the hands of the other party.

The group of three naturally will not let go of this opportunity, let the immortal bird rampaging group send a representative to compete, win and release people, and lose the immortal bird will withdraw from the Hazuna Mountain track forever.

"Brother Araki, the other party specially invited the RX-10 that holds the record of Haruna Mountain's four-wheeled downhill this time...... The only person who can compete with him on that track in the rampaging group is you, who holds the record set by "that person". ”

Hearing the words "that person", Sosuke Araki smiled helplessly at himself, interrupting Kenjiro's anxious words: "Kenjiro, brother, I am already 22 years old, and I have reached the age of fulfilling my social obligations. Now I just want to be the No. 1 delivery person in the Kanto region, so you're ...... different."

……

Mt. Haruna.

Surrounded by deep mountains, the thick mist at night and the asphalt two-way two-lane road with nine bends and eighteen bends can be faintly seen through the moonlight.

Kengo Yamada, a tall man, is huddled in the passenger seat of a white family car.

In the back of the car, Ichiro Tokimoto, who was already snoring, was horizontal.

"Isn't Yamada-kun taking a break...... It must be that this LEVIN is too cramped to make you uncomfortable. ”

In the driver's seat, a bearded man handed him a can of drink.

"There's no way around it, and if you want to catch up with the 'Headless Horseman' on a track like Mt. Haruna, it's only possible with this LEVIN with an AE101 racing engine."

"However, Harumoto-senpai, you have been squaanting here for more than a month, and the Headless Horseman has only appeared once......"

Pulling the tab, Kengo Yamada drank the energy drink in his hand in one go.

After the Pingshomon incident, he accompanied Mr. Tokimoto to send the [Cocoon] back to the corpse breeding place to recover, and then he was busy dealing with some tasks accumulated by the Soul Exterminator Association.

About a month ago, the group led by Takeshi Iwata witnessed the "Headless Horseman" here.

After continuous shooting and fruitless pursuit, the agents could only watch as the Headless Horseman disappeared into the white fog of Hazuna Mountain.

Because there are still cases of underground racers suffering "accidental decapitation" on this side of Hazuna Mountain from time to time, the two have been assisting in squatting here for a few days.

That's why during the day, when he heard Araki's friends talking about the Headless Horseman, he reminded them seriously.

"Cut, last time that car was just an ordinary mission car, so I lost it...... This track, I have trotted from childhood to adulthood, this time I specially asked a friend to borrow this modified baby, and I will definitely not lose it again! ”

Since he was 13 years old, his father would put a glass of water in the middle of the driver's seat and let him cross the mountain road in the early hours of the morning to deliver eggs to a restaurant.

If the water spills or the eggs burst, the young man will be tortured by "chickens and eggs" when he returns home, so the trail is as familiar to him as his own home.

While serving in the Ground Self-Defense Force as a professional racing driver, he was also a celebrity specializing in special driving.

When I saw the Headless Horseman a month ago, I also relied on his superb driving skills and familiarity with the route to bite the Headless Horseman for three minutes on the road with so many curves, providing many opportunities for the agents in the car to shoot.

However, the spiritual bullet seems to be ineffective against the target.

In order to avoid creating fear, strange rules change, and the Headless Horseman shifting the range of activities, Lesson 9 did not rush to block the section of Mt. Haruna at night, but only added a spirit detective on the path that must be passed.

After that, the ninth lesson specially selected him, who was familiar with the track, and cooperated with several groups to squat night and stay in the position before entering the "five consecutive hairpin corners".

"Don't worry, as long as you can close the distance, the old man will definitely be able to find a way to slow down the resentful spirit and seal it."

Lying in the back seat, wearing a Taoist robe, Ichiro Shimoto had woken up at some point, squinting and playing with a piece of talisman paper in his hand.

This rune paper, he privately asked his niece's research institute to do a laboratory analysis for himself, and it has one more substance than the regular Asakusa Shrine selling rune paper......

Human saliva.

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

While the three of them were talking, the originally silent Hazuna Mountain resounded with a dense roar from the direction of the foot of the mountain, as if an ancient giant beast was about to break out of its cage.

"One group at the foot of the mountain, here is the second group on the mountainside, what happened, please answer."

Harumoto immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and asked his colleagues at the foot of the mountain.

"Here...... It's a group at the foot of the mountain, and a Yamaha XJR4000 is up the mountain...... No, there is more than one, there are also a large number of locomotives suspected of being a rampaging group in the rear, the details are unknown......"

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

"Woo......"

Before the communication could end, a dense burst of light entered the sight of several people, moving quickly from the direction of the foot of the mountain.

Hundreds of locomotives are like the great migration of African animals on TV, constantly whistling past the eyes of several people, rushing towards the top of the mountain.

The men riding the bicycle are all standard with a pair of rampant special attack suits, masks and windproof glasses, and the words "immortal bird" can be vaguely seen written on the special attack suits.

The Harunayama Trail is completely occupied by the flow of motorcycles going up the mountain.

Countless locomotives whizzed by, pulling long neon bands through the smoke.

Ten minutes later, the passing locomotives came to a complete stop.

The ears of the three of them had been temporarily deaf to the dense and roaring sound of exhaust.

"This ...... These guys, going up the mountain at this time, are they going to make a big move? Notify the Gunma Prefectural Police Department immediately......"

Looking at the exhaust of the locomotive on the road that could not be dissipated, the people of Harumoto seemed to smell the smoke of the battlefield.

Nervously, he opened the car door, got out of the car and began to check the condition of the car.

The dispute between the underground car race and the mob clan has been going on for a long time, and he naturally knows a little bit about it.

But the battle just now is no longer a small fight on weekdays.