Rebirth of Devouring Dragon Emperor

Chapter 610 Roundup
Hasegawa Jingo is the captain of a district squadron under the Kyoto Uniform Bureau. He has been in the anti-crime industry for twelve years and manages over a hundred people. In the eyes of others, he is doing pretty well.

As a middle-aged man with a tendency to baldness, he was still very eager for promotion.

As long as I can take one step further, I can be like the captain and his men, away from the drudgery of daily patrols, and even have trysts with different A and V stars every night.

But if you want to be promoted quickly, you need to make achievements and make enough achievements. Most Japanese people are numb in their lives and dare not even commit crimes. And those Japanese who are willing to commit crimes are all psychologically twisted and rational master-level criminal experts.

With my IQ, don't even think about catching that kind of person. Just take your time to endure this long road to promotion. Maybe this is the true meaning of life.
While Hasegawa Jingo was daydreaming, orders from his superior came over the intercom.

"Hasegawa Jingo, take all your men immediately and go to this location to hunt down the two sports cars."

Upon receiving the order, Captain Hasegawa thought his superior was making a fuss out of nothing. Crossing the patrol area and taking seven or eight police cars to round up a few rich second-generations who liked to race cars was not considered an achievement at all.

It was seven o'clock in the evening, and the bustling night scene of Kyoto flashed quickly past the car window.

As soon as he left the area under his jurisdiction, Hasegawa Jingo felt something was wrong. In addition to his seven police cars, eight more came from nearby areas!

Each vehicle is usually equipped with three to five uniformed personnel, so there are at least fifty or sixty people on this trip. And judging from the development trend of the current situation, the number may be more than this.

What does this symbolize?
He immediately realized that it must be a major case, and the credit for his long-awaited promotion was beckoning him from afar!
Nearly half an hour later, the convoy arrived at the outskirts of the western suburbs of Kyoto.

And Captain Hasegawa became more and more excited.

The number of their vehicles has soared to nearly one hundred. You have to know that these are only the people from the Uniform Department, not those guys who play with cannons and missiles.

With such a scale of police response, it was something he would never have imagined in his dreams before. This was a major case that was taken so seriously by his superiors. Even if he could get a tiny bit of the credit in the next operation, he would definitely meet the conditions for promotion!

An old man's serious voice came from the intercom. Hasegawa Jingo had an impression of this voice. It was the voice of his immediate boss's boss - the director of the Uniform Department himself.

I didn’t expect that such a big shot would personally preside over this arrest!
"Attention, all teams, speed up as fast as you can, and intercept the two sports cars in front at all costs!"

“Woo—woo—”

Countless shrill alarms sounded on the streets at night. More than a hundred vehicles from violent organizations, like a group of ferocious beasts with fangs bared in an instant, pounced fiercely, scaring the Japanese people on both sides of the road to hide.

Yang Xiaocong, who was concentrating on driving, was suddenly frightened and almost slammed on the brakes.

Looking at the countless flashing police lights surrounding him from all directions, he cursed three times in a row, "Fuck!"

He used to like speeding, and the most exaggerated time he was stopped was when about ten uniformed vehicles were dispatched.

But this time the Japanese were really crazy, they dispatched at least more than a hundred vehicles.

He also knew that Ye Shen would not care about this kind of situation, but he would be afraid, and Ye Shen had already said: If something happened, he would not rescue their brothers.
It is conceivable that he will be stopped by the Japanese uniforms next, and then he dare not think any further: most likely his father will not be able to redeem him no matter how much money he pays, because he will be sliced ​​into pieces and sacrificed to the gods by the perverted Japanese.
With his heart beating wildly in his chest, Yang Xiaocong held the steering wheel with shaking hands. He turned his head slightly and saw the window of a car running parallel to his opened. A grim-looking guy inside was pointing a gun at him. The guy's eyes made it very clear: stop the car, shoot me in the head, you choose one.

Yang Xiaocong is a good kid from the second generation of wealth. Whether it's racing or dating young models, he has never done anything that is against the law.

But now, he really can't care about so many things.

Estimate the strength of the two cars: the sports car he stole is a world-famous brand, costing at least 2.5 million, while the other one is a mid-range Japanese car, costing around 200,000 or 300,000.

"Fuck you!"

Yang Xiaocong's eyes were full of cruelty and her face was full of madness. She suddenly swung the steering wheel.

The sports car's engine roared loudly, and with a loud bang, it crashed straight into the car next to it.

Perhaps the Japanese uniforms had been living in comfort for too long and never imagined that such a vicious and brutal counterattack would occur in such a large-scale roundup.

The car lost balance instantly, rolling and flying backwards.

As for the uniformed man who had pointed a gun at Yang Xiaocong, he was thrown out of the vehicle without any warning.

The guy was lucky, as if he had the protection of three seconds of invincibility. He fell out of the rolling car and landed like a gymnast after a three-and-a-half-turn free turn. He was fine, and even his two knees didn't touch the ground.

However, after three seconds of invincibility, he was suddenly rolled under a speeding car while standing in the middle of the road.

Then, the second and third
"Brother Cong, you're awesome!" His companions were full of admiration for Yang Xiaocong's manly behavior.

Faced with the Japanese vehicles that were coming like a tide, Hanako Orika did not show any fear. She was a Shikigami and was born to look down on ordinary humans.

"Let me show you how powerful the female driver is!"

She drove the sports car directly towards the uniform car in front of her, not only destroying the car, but also creating a gap in the bridge railing, and then pushed the unfortunate car into the river.
More than a hundred alarm lights were blaring all around. Although they did not pose any threat for the time being, they were really annoying to hear.

The young Chinese practitioner was eager to try and said, "I'm ready to kill!"

This kind of thinking of his is actually a common problem among most practitioners, who completely look down on ordinary people.

Chu Xian looked at him with disdain. This unfortunate kid still wanted to fight alone with his pitiful strength. Let alone anything else, as long as the Japanese uniforms gathered together and fired a few volleys of guns, he would probably be beaten so badly that even his mother wouldn't recognize him.

At this time, Hanako Orika sneered, "This is something that an ordinary person from the Japanese Uniform Bureau did. He probably heard some gossip from somewhere and wanted to use it to deal with us in order to accumulate capital for his promotion!"

(End of this chapter)