"Hey, what are you going to do?" stepped up a man with a yellow-dyed airplane head that looked like the head of the small mob group.

"It's nothing, just something I want to ask you for!" Aoba smiled kindly.

"Do you want me to help?" hahaha, kill you!" the yellow plane head shouted in a vicious manner.

His little brothers next to him also burst into laughter.

Apparently they all enjoyed the frightening feeling of threatening ordinary people.

It's a pity that Aoba didn't look scared at all, but continued to smile and ask, "Can you ask which one your car is?"

"Lao Tzu's car is of course the most handsome one!" the yellow plane head pointed to an exaggerated locomotive, his face full of pride.

"Understood, so can you borrow me your car?" Aoba asked lightly, as casually as if he had gone to a neighbor's house to borrow a bottle of soy sauce.

"What? what did you say?" the yellow head thought he had misheard, and asked again.

"Lend me the car, thank you!" Aoba said, already jumping onto the locomotive.

Before the yellow nose reacted, Aoba had already slammed down the throttle, pinched the brake and slammed the throttle to the end, the rear wheel of the locomotive turned his head with a friction on the ground, Aoba released the brake and hit the throttle again, and the locomotive instantly rushed out.

It was only at this time that the stupid yellow-haired plane head reacted and his car was snatched away.

"Catch up with that bastard, I'm going to kill him!" The yellow-haired plane head shouted in a pitch-changing voice, and the other little brothers reacted and got up and ran into their own locomotives, and the yellow-haired plane head snatched a locomotive from a little brother's hand, let the little brother sit behind others, and slammed the accelerator to the end, and chased out.

"Hi, pretty young lady. Do you want a ride?" Aoba drove around the corner, stopped the car at a brake, and invited Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki.

"Of course!" Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki smiled and jumped behind Aoba as soon as he jumped up.

And at this time, the rampers behind had already caught up.

Aoba immediately throttle slammed to the end, "Let's go!" Aoba shouted, and the locomotive sprang out at once.

In this way, Aoba drove the battlefield Hara Fuyuki in front of the car, and behind was a dozen moguls driving the locomotive to chase wildly, shouting and scolding while chasing back.

In an instant, the traffic order on the street, which was originally quite orderly, was disrupted.

Whether it's Aoba or the rampagers, they don't care whether the red light is red or not. It doesn't matter if it's going in the wrong direction or not, when you encounter a red light, you run directly at a red light, and when you encounter a traffic jam, you simply get on the opposite lane with a throttle, and run wildly in the opposite direction, causing a car to quickly avoid them.

Even when driving in the opposite direction, he drove opposite the car opposite, and the car turned immediately in fright, but Aoba brushed past the car without changing his face.

At the same time, this exciting scene also caused the battlefield Yuan Fuxue to laugh constantly.

Obviously, I like to kill, I like to fight life and death, and I prefer the exciting feeling of wandering between life and death at all times. In this kind of game, where the car may be destroyed at any time, I feel the release of some kind of emotion.

"Aoba-sama, what are we going to do?" asked Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki in the back seat. The body is tightly attached to Aoba's back, and he doesn't care at all about the grace of his chest and the intimate contact with Aoba.

"I don't know. Aoba shouted in reply.

"So where are you going?" A black waterfall is formed behind the locomotive.

"Wherever you are! If we don't go crazy, we'll be old! Aoba laughed.

In this way, Aoba drove in the wrong direction on the main road.

At the same time, the head of the rampant clan who was chasing the locomotive that was snatched away watched the green leaves in front of him flexibly intersperse through the gaps of the cars. The farther and farther I ran, I was about to run away at some point, so I immediately started calling my friends and friends.

As he made phone calls one by one. The chiefs of the Tyrant clan, who knew each other, agreed to come to help.

It didn't take long for groups of mobs to gather on the main road, and gradually more and more of them, until finally Aoba ran in front and hundreds of thousands of mobs in the back.

But even so, Aoba was still not stopped, even if countless mobs were intercepted in front, Aoba was still able to drive the motorcycle flexibly through the mobs, and then threw off the eyeballs of the ground.

"Quick, chase, don't let him run. ”

And in the process of chasing after the mobsters and Aoba, the police have already been alarmed.

The sirens on the streets became louder and louder, but as the number of people gathered and the courage of the rioters grew, they gathered together on thousands of locomotives and ran rampant on the main road, completely ignoring the police.

By now, things are getting a little out of control, and these mobsters have even forgotten the purpose of their original assembly, which is quite a bit of a big parade.

Thousands of locomotives, led by their respective commanders, continue to chase Aoba.

They didn't have a good relationship with the chief of the robbed locomotive, and worked tirelessly to help him get the locomotive back, but they made chasing Aoba a habit.

It's like a herd of bison migrating on the grassland, always unconsciously following the leading cow.

Now Aoba, who is running at the front, has become the leader in a sense, so they subconsciously follow Aoba and continue to run wildly.

Sitting in the back seat, Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki hummed a song very rarely, and the happiness revealed in the tune was from the heart.

"Happy?" asked Aoba dodging an oncoming truck.

"Happy!" shouted Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki, a rare one.

"Haha, okay, let's move on. Saying that, Aoba mentioned it again, and with a bang, the locomotive rushed out again.

In this way, Aoba led thousands of rampant people to run wildly on the main road, and soon the Tokyo Bay Bridge appeared in sight.

On the brightly lit bridge, the police lights on the police cars flashed, intermingling with the street lights on the bridge.

Aoba drove the locomotive to the Tokyo Bay Bridge with a roar, and soon drove half the distance, but at this moment, at the exit at the end of the Tokyo Bay Bridge, there were also police cars one after another, and these police cars were closely lined up, blocking the exit of the bridge.

Aoba turned his head to look in the direction he seemed, and thousands of rampant people had already gone up the bridge, and it was impossible to go back.

"Oops, it seems that I can't run away!Blowing snow, what do you say?" Aoba stopped the locomotive and asked with a smile on his face.

"Aoba-sama, you say okay, I'll listen to you. "The cheeks that are close to Aoba's ears are close to Aoba's ears, and the hot breath from talking makes Aoba's ears itch a little.

The battle on the monthly ticket list is fierce, but my monthly pass seems to be rising more and more slowly! I'm really going to be blown up like this! Please help me keep my pink chrysanthemum! Ask for monthly ticket support!

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