Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

"Chase it! License plate number! Did you see the license plate number clearly?"

"Too fast! I didn't see it clearly!"

Yuan Zhensheng drove the car nimbly through the narrow and winding alleys of the old neighborhood, and sped onto a relatively wide side road.

But the police reacted very quickly; flashing police lights appeared at the intersection ahead, and a police car attempted to cross the road to set up a roadblock.

Yuan Zhensheng's eyes turned cold. Instead of slowing down, he slammed on the accelerator. The car engine roared, like a black beast, as it charged toward the narrow gap between the police car and the roadside guardrail!

"He's charging at us! Get out of the way!" an officer in the police car exclaimed.

At the last moment, the police car instinctively swerved to the side. Yuan Zhensheng's sedan almost grazed the police car's rearview mirror as it splintered against the guardrail, sending sparks flying!

After driving through the roadblocks, a relatively empty street stretched ahead. Genji glanced in the rearview mirror; at least two police cars with sirens blaring were giving chase. Even more troublesome, the roar of helicopter rotors filled the air—air support from the Metropolitan Police Department had been deployed!

The beams of searchlight began to sweep across the air.

"Hold on tight." Yuan Zhensheng only said one sentence, then suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the car rushed into the entrance of an underground parking lot next to it.

The parking lot was dimly lit and had a complex layout. Yuan Zhensheng seemed to know the place like the back of his hand. He turned off his headlights and, relying on his memory of the environment, quickly navigated between the pillars and vehicles, soon finding another exit.

When they emerged from another exit of the parking lot, they were already two blocks away, temporarily shaking off the police cars behind them. But the roar of the helicopters still hovered overhead, and the beams of searchlights occasionally swept across the nearby blocks.

Yuan Zhensheng didn't stop. He drove into the night traffic, maintaining a normal speed to avoid attracting attention. He constantly changed lanes, occasionally turning into side streets, using buildings for cover to avoid aerial searches.

In the back seat, Shinomiya Rin and Shiraishi Hideaki gripped the armrests tightly, their faces pale, barely daring to breathe.

Gensei glanced at the time on his watch face, then looked at the road ahead. According to the plan, they needed to reach the third pre-arranged rendezvous point—an abandoned warehouse located at the border of the port and Shinagawa wards. It was relatively secluded and had multiple exits, making it easy to relocate or hide again.

But the tail behind it must be dealt with.

There was a railway crossing ahead, the indicator lights were flashing, the barriers were slowly lowering, and the sound of a train whistle could be heard in the distance.

opportunity!

Yuan Zhensheng calculated the time and distance, and slightly increased the car speed.

"Hurry up," he reminded again.

Rin Shinomiya and Hideaki Shiraishi in the back seat were startled by the sudden acceleration.

Rin Shinomiya's body was jolted backward by inertia, slamming against the seat back, and then jolted forward by the seatbelt. Her eyes widened as she looked out the window at the heavy railing rapidly descending in front of her, and the train carriage getting closer and closer behind it.

"We're going to crash!!" she screamed instinctively, gripping the armrests of the front seat tightly with both hands, her nails almost digging into the leather.

The car accelerated toward the ramp barrier that was about to come down completely. Just as the barrier was about to touch the roof of the car, the car suddenly ducked down and almost skimmed under the barrier!

"Bang!" The rear bumper scraped against the bottom of the railing with a dull thud.

The two police cars following behind were caught off guard and watched helplessly as the guardrail completely collapsed in front of them, blocking their path. The drivers slammed on the brakes, tires emitting blue smoke, and barely managed to stop in front of the guardrail.

"Damn it! He charged through!"

"Take a detour! Take a detour now!"

The train roared past, its deafening rumble drowning out the police sirens. Once the train had passed and the barriers rose again, the black sedan had vanished into the intricate network of streets, leaving even the helicopter's searchlight momentarily without a target.

Yuan Zhensheng drove around a few more corners to make sure he had temporarily shaken off the pursuers before slowing down slightly. He glanced at the two still-shaken people in the rearview mirror.

"We're safe for now." His voice remained calm, revealing little emotion. "According to plan, proceed to the next location. Shinomiya, give his wounds a quick treatment, and make sure there's no blood left in the car."

Shinomiya Rin finally came to her senses and quickly took out a simple first aid kit that she had prepared beforehand from under her seat. Shiraishi Hideaki had suffered a lot of scrapes on his arms and knees from jumping out of the window and running.

She took out disinfectant swabs and gauze, her hands still trembling slightly.

It wasn't out of fear, but rather because the adrenaline rush from what I'd just witnessed at the railway crossing hadn't completely subsided.

While treating Hideaki Shiraishi's wounds, she cautiously observed the situation outside through the car window.

The car drove smoothly through the night, and the sirens were temporarily out of reach, but the occasional sound of helicopters circling overhead and the beams of searchlights occasionally swept across the distant sky.

"It's safe for now," Yuan Zhensheng repeated, his tone flat. "But it's only temporary. The police will block all major roads leading out of the city and set up checkpoints."

He glanced at the rearview mirror and then at the time on the dashboard.

"We must leave Tokyo before dawn, or at least leave the core search area of ​​Minato Ward and Shinagawa."

"Where do we go now?" Shinomiya Rin asked as she applied gauze to a deep abrasion on Shiraishi Hideaki's arm.

"The third rendezvous point is an abandoned warehouse," Yuan Zhensheng said. "There are spare vehicles and supplies there. We need to switch vehicles, and then..."

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he abruptly turned the steering wheel, causing the car to veer sharply into a narrower side road.

Almost simultaneously, red and blue police lights came on at the intersection behind them, and a patrol car drove past the main road where they had just been.

Rin Shinomiya and Hideaki Shiraishi were both so frightened that they held their breath.

"They're still searching..." Shinomiya Rin said in a low voice.

"Hmm," Yuan Zhensheng replied briefly, keeping the car moving slowly and trying not to make the engine roar.

The alley was dark, with the backs of old residential buildings on both sides, piled with clutter and garbage cans.

Relying on his memory and prior reconnaissance of the area, he navigated the alleyways, avoiding main roads and major intersections where cameras might be present. The route was winding and circuitous, and on several occasions he was almost hugging the walls of buildings.

About twenty minutes later, they approached the designated abandoned warehouse area.

This place is located at the junction of Minato Ward and Shinagawa Ward. It used to be a small logistics distribution center, but it was later abandoned and there are almost no people here at night.

Instead of driving directly in, Yuan Zhensheng parked his car at the end of a dead-end road piled with construction waste on the outskirts of the warehouse area, turned off the engine, and switched off the headlights.

The car was plunged into darkness and silence.

"What's wrong?" Shinomiya Rin asked anxiously.

"Wait," Yuan Zhensheng said, his voice exceptionally clear in the darkness. "Check if there are any tails, or if anyone is near the warehouse."

They waited quietly for a few minutes. Occasionally, the sound of vehicles passing by could be heard in the distance, but the direction of the warehouse area was deathly silent.

"It should be fine," Yuan Zhensheng said in a low voice. "I'll go down and check. You guys stay in the car and lock the doors. If anything seems wrong, honk the horn."

He opened the car door and silently disappeared into the night.