Then, Long Dou quickly stopped a taxi under the stunned gazes of passers-by.
After getting on the bus, he put the map on his phone in front of the driver's eyes and said, "Drive here as fast as you can, as fast as you want. It doesn't matter if you're speeding."
"Ah? This guest, this is your request."
Snapped! Before the taxi driver could recover, a wad of 200,000 yuan in banknotes was handed to him.
Speaking of which, these two hundred thousand were saved by using the title of "Desperado" when he was resurrected. If you don't use it, it will be in vain. If you use it, it will be in vain.
After handing over the money, Long Dou continued: "No need to look for it. Drive as fast as you want. I have a life-related matter."
"Oh oh oh! Very good! Then you have found the right person!"
He didn't know whether it was the two hundred thousand yuan note that moved him, or it was the life-related event that moved him.
Anyway, the taxi driver immediately switched his car stereo to his favorite music, "Rage Your Dream."
"Rush! For the glory of the driver!"
As the impassioned music sounded, the driver stepped on the accelerator with a loud bang. He almost hit a telegraph pole not far away, almost sending Long Dou away on the spot again.
Being able to reach the destination quickly was what Long Dou wanted to see, but the driver's driving style was really, really awesome.
The little taxi made a beast-like roar, speeding down the street at a speed that made people feel like they were eating gunpowder.
Inertial drift! Brake drift! Jump to overtake! A sharp turn of ninety degrees! The gutter is curved!
I saw the driver's left hand swinging rapidly on the gear lever like a dancing youth, and his right hand moved the steering wheel like a DJ boy. At the same time, his whole body was rocking, like his long-lost youth.
Looking at the driver's posture while driving and the speed that was so high that the dashboard was about to explode, a normal passenger would have been so frightened that his pants were wet on the spot.
Is the driver okay? Is it okay for a retired driver to switch to taxi driving? But it doesn’t matter, it’s only 800,000 at most.
In this way, under the driver's desperate and crazy driving, Ryū Dou traveled through the streets and alleys of Tokyo at an extremely fast speed, as if he was riding an AE86 through five consecutive hairpin turns.
But even so, Long Dou quickly calmed down and made another familiar phone call in the car.
"Well, that's it. Find the one with the largest tonnage and the best protection measures. Be careful not to make too much noise. The sooner the better."
When he hung up the phone, Ryū Dou took a deep breath, looked at the rapidly changing night view of Tokyo outside the window, and silently prayed in his heart that he could reach his destination alive.
Of course, when Long Dou was rippling in this "turbulence" for five minutes, he barely survived and arrived near his destination.
Before getting out of the car, Long Dou smiled at the driver and said, "Thank you very much, ugh. Your driving skills are so good that you didn't knock out my internal organs."
"No big deal, this is my business card. If you have any urgent tasks like this in the future, just call me."
Looking at Long Dou who put his hand over his mouth and opened the car door, the driver gave him a thumbs up enthusiastically.
"I'm leaving first. I'll be in trouble if I get caught by the traffic police later. After all, I don't have a license plate. Bye."
After saying something that sounded extremely dangerous at the end, the taxi driver, who felt a little weird in his mind, quickly fled the scene, leaving Long Dou standing alone in the cold night wind.
It's really not easy to live. Forget it, that guy who is a male is probably coming soon.
Immediately, Long Dou turned his head and looked around. There were not many people around the dim street. After all, it was already night and this was a remote end of the street.
It's just that the street where Long Dou is now happens to be at the other end of the street where Kaizhuo was hiding in ambush.
If you rush towards the end of the left side of this street, you should be able to see Kaizhuo waiting in a dump truck.
In other words, Long Dou was now behind the killer, behind the dump truck that almost sent him away not long ago.
There are still about ten minutes left before Narumi drives here. If Jirio doesn't procrastinate too much, it should be enough.
In this way, Long Dou first walked quietly along the street for a while, and when he saw the familiar dump truck parked at the intersection, with the blond killer sitting in the car, he stopped, and then quietly Return along the road.
Now that the target has been determined, all Long Dou has to do is wait, waiting in the cold wind at night.
He's waiting for a man, a man who likes butts.
Almost thirteen minutes later, the man arrived as promised, driving a conspicuously huge yellow heavy-duty roller.
This roller looks a whole lot bigger than an ordinary car, and there is a huge round roller at the front. It looks like a yellow steel monster when driving on the road.
When the steamroller stopped next to Long Dou, a familiar head popped out of the car.
"Nidaime-sama! Kamedajirio is here to report! The heavy-duty vehicles and collision protection equipment you requested have been found!"
Immediately, the black-suited Yakuza, who was a loyal subordinate of Ryuu Dou and liked to watch "wrestling" movies with his brother Ojiri, jumped out of the car and bowed respectfully to Ryuu Dou.
Although there are many people available in the "Yakuza Team" nowadays, the three people whom he trusts the most in fighting dragons are the three who have spent life and death with him, namely Narumi Otani, Kamedajiri and Kamedajiri.
Although the names of the two brothers behind them don't sound very nice, their loyalty is guaranteed and they can do things quickly.
Are you here? Very good.
Ryuu Dou looked at the heavy-duty road roller, and then at the three-in-one suit of anti-collision suit, helmet and cushioning air cushion in Shiro's hand, and couldn't help but nodded to him.
Then Ryuu Dou asked seriously: "Jirio, there is a task you need to do now, but it may be a little dangerous."
"Yes! Please give me whatever you want!"
"Put on this collision protection suit, drive this roller and accelerate down this street, smashing into a construction dump truck at the end of the street. Do you dare?"
"Hey, why don't you dare! It's a trivial matter!"
Even though the Japanese man is rather naive and prefers to "wrestle" with his butt, he is also a formal member of the "Yakuza Group", so it is natural that he performs similar tasks.
So without even hesitating, Jirio put on the anti-collision suit, put on his helmet, put the cushioning air cushions in front and behind his body, and got on the heavy road roller again.
"Come on! For the glory of the Yakuza team!"
After an angry shout, Shiro drove the steamroller and slammed into the other end of the road.
It was late at night, and there was no one around this empty street, which made it easier for Shirio to make a sudden advance.
However, just as the road roller was hitting from the other side of the street, Kaizhuo, who was sitting on the dump truck, was holding a glass of red wine and elegantly waiting for the arrival of his prey.
(End of chapter)