NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

If Polly weren't so petite, if the young policeman hadn't used a deflection tackle, and if her bust size weren't so exceptional...

Otherwise, the woman felt that just this one pounce would knock her unconscious on the spot.

"An assassin! The target is the boss!! Everyone protect the boss!!!"

Almost simultaneously, as Polly got up and shouted, two security personnel risked their lives to stand beside Ingrid, turning themselves into human mobile bulletproof vests.

They did not choose to draw their guns because that was not their job; there were personnel specifically responsible for counter-attacks to provide suppressive fire for them.

Rumbling--

"Boss, how are you feeling?"

Helping her boss quickly behind a stone pillar at the courthouse entrance, Polly looked dejected, fearing she would see a large pool of her boss's blood on the ground at any moment.

Rumble, rumble——

"I'm fine, Polly, go help!" The CEO of Elysium Garden stroked the young policewoman's fluffy curly hair, forced a smile, and urged her repeatedly, "Don't keep your colleagues waiting, go quickly."

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!

The increasingly loud, explosive engine noise finally caught the attention of both master and servant.

As soon as the two looked toward the source of the roar, they saw a huge figure rush up the side stairs in the blink of an eye. Without even stopping, taking advantage of the slowing effect of the stairs, the person on the vehicle reached out with his right hand and directly pulled Ingrid horizontally onto the motorcycle's fuel tank.

"Sit tight and hold on!"

"Wait……"

Boom boom boom——!!!

Without giving the woman much chance to adjust her posture, amidst the hail of bullets, Phoenix immediately twisted the handlebars all the way, drove the motorcycle out of the stairs, and sped away into the distance.

Because the fuel tank was on top and the seat was below, with a gentle slope in between, Ingrid, who was already clinging tightly to Phoenix's shoulder, naturally slid completely into the lieutenant's arms during the bumpy ride.

"I want you to hold me tight."

Feeling the heavy crossbody bag pressing hard on his carotid artery, the man, who was accelerating, pulled his neck back in annoyance and protested with difficulty:

"I didn't mean for you to strangle me!"

Ingrid, who was extremely embarrassed by her height and posture, raised her eyebrows and retorted bluntly, "I'm afraid I'll block your view!"

After saying that, the woman added, "Go to the Pure Land Armory! It's near the Pure Land Building. I'll give you directions when you get there!"

"You... sit on me first!" The lieutenant angrily raised his left hand and forcefully lifted the CEO's buttocks up, making him lean against his left shoulder.

It was at this moment that the man finally understood why the other woman would rather have half of her buttocks hanging in the air, her whole body draped over him, than lie sideways on his chest.

Because Ingrid is very tall, she was almost as tall as him when she wore heels.

Ingrid's seat was also very high.

in other words,

If a woman were to sit normally in his lap, her ample breasts would rest perfectly against his chin...

Do not,

Even the chin needs to be sunken in a little.

Ingrid: "..."

Phoenix: "..."

Ingrid: "..."

Phoenix: "Actually..."

Ingrid: "Shut up! Drive your car!"

Phoenix: "Oh."

Chapter 168 Speeding Up!!!

60 km/h...

70 km/h...

80 km/h...

90 km/h...

100 km/h...

The moment the motorcycle speedometer reached 120 km/h, even with Ingrid's courage and composure, her vision blurred to the point of near collapse, she could no longer contain her terror. Clinging tightly to the lieutenant, she turned her head away from the wind and cried out in alarm:

"Slower--!"

Even with the protection of my back and ears, my eardrums were still painfully squeezed by the wind pressure.

Ingrid even felt that the howling hurricane could tear all her beautiful hair off.

"Phoenix—!!!"

However, the man, speeding recklessly on the highway, ignored the woman's screams and protests, and continued to twist the accelerator, pushing the speedometer needle towards 150 km/h...

Ugh—!!!

Ahead, a police motorcycle carrying two people sped away, leaving a blur in its wake.

Hurry—hurry—hurry—!!

Behind them, three more cars followed closely, each a streak of color.

Because the speed was too high, and the people inside the car were not wearing safety helmets or goggles or other wind protection equipment, they were unable to lean out of the car window to fire their guns.

To be precise, even opening a window is a problem.

At speeds of over 140 km/h, the wind resistance is too great for a sedan with windows on both sides open. Opening a window on only one side may even cause the vehicle to lose balance and potentially roll over.

The only way was to use the front of the car to scrape the tail of the motorcycle in front.

But the problem is...

Why did that motorcycle dare to accelerate?!

155 km/h...

160 km/h...

165 km/h...

When the speed reached 170 km/h, Phoenix, who wasn't wearing a helmet, obediently buried his head in Ingrid's chest.

He could see nothing, and all he could hear was the roar of the wind. The task of operating the motorcycle was actually entirely handled by the artificial intelligence, Anik.

Ugh!

The police motorcycle roared past a truck, then quickly changed lanes, cutting in front of several cars before easily shaking off the assassins following behind.

Then, Arnik, who had reached the fork in the road, gently turned the car around and, with Phoenix leaning forward, turned into the right ramp at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour.

laugh----!!!!!

The high temperature from braking caused the tires and brake pads to rub together, producing a large amount of white smoke. Under Anik's control, the motorcycle, traveling at 170 km/h, was successfully reduced to 95 km/h with a perfect deceleration curve.

Although they were still speeding, the visually shocking spectacle no longer terrified Ingrid.

"Pull your legs back! Crawl to my left side and hold on tight!!!"

"?"

Before the woman, who was already holding Phoenix's left shoulder, could even understand what Phoenix meant, the lieutenant released his right hand, hooked her legs, lifted them up, and forced her to slide to the left.

If the woman hadn't maintained a regular fitness routine and possessed considerable core strength, her posture of holding Phoenix with her legs tucked together and dangling over the left side of the motorcycle would have been enough to cause a fatal crash.

next second...

The motorcycle suddenly swerved to the right, and the sharp turn combined with the high speed caused the tires to slip, resulting in the right side of the motorcycle instantly tipping over to the ground.

Phoenix, with his left hand gripping the handle, immediately protected his right knee with his right hand, then grabbed the ground. His five claw-like fingers transformed into five small metal wheels, and he, along with the vehicle and a shower of sparks, slid through the gap below the metal barrier in front of him.

Meanwhile, Ingrid, who had already climbed to the left, was now lying on the lieutenant's body, her hips pressing against his waist, testing the man's limits of waist strength.

The wind whispers in my ear.

Time seemed to slow down infinitely.

The CEO of Pure Land Paradise stared blankly at the man's chiseled profile and his emerald green pupils, which were filled with excitement and absolute focus...

Having seen countless storms but never truly experienced the brink of death, Ingrid's heart pounded with adrenaline during this stunt-like escape, creating a symphony called "Heartbeat."

It's said that Vice Commander Anderson is the most masculine and mature man in the Ark.

But compared to the one beneath him...

Ultimately, it lacked something, missing a certain deadly aura called "wildness".

Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle—!!

People and vehicles, skimming the ground, accompanied by a sickening scraping sound, easily slid under the metal barrier like eels.