"Oh, thank you... Right, right, where's Araki-kun? What happened to him?"

In a daze, he took the wet tissue and wiped his face, drank water, and ate a piece of ham. Kei Watanabe, who was sober, suddenly remembered something, and asked the men tremblingly.

"Brother Araki has something important to do, so I'll go back to Tokyo first. Before leaving, I told us to take good care of you and this car, please rest assured..."

Under the truck, Ichimoto Miyako, holding a tool, slowly climbed out.

"As for what happened after the car's brakes failed halfway and the gearbox failed, I'll answer it on my behalf... Although we were also called halfway..."

"What... the brakes failed?!"

"Don't worry, those precious Wagyu cattle are all in the carriage... The accident investigation team of the insurance company is already on the way..."

When he came to Watanabe Kei, Ichimoto Miyako kindly lit a cigarette for the bewildered uncle.

"Uncle Watanabe, have you provoked or conflicted with people recently?"

When suddenly asked this question, Watanabe Kei couldn't help but look at a loss.

"How come, don't look at me like this, I'm known as a good guy everywhere."

"Yes?"

Squinting slightly, looking at the coastline in the distance, Ichimoto Miyako raised a dangerous smile at the corner of his mouth.

"The burnt circuit components of the gearbox and the neatly cut marks of the brake hose don't look as simple as ordinary failures. 』

After an initial inspection, the car's brakes failed because of a broken brake hose.

This is a very cruel method.

After the brake hose is broken, the vehicle will not have a noticeable change in braking performance at first.

But as the brake fluid gradually leaks, the braking force will also begin to decline until it returns to zero.

The gear lock is caused by overloading, short circuit and burning of the circuit components of the gearbox.

"Whoever did all this was targeting this transportation company or Uncle Watanabe, or..."

...

The brackish sea breeze, with its fine grains of sand, drifted into the glassless car window and slapped against the smooth back of the head.

"Report, the Metropolitan Police Department has set up a buffer checkpoint in Numazu City as planned..."

The tattered Demon Z, slowly driving on the straight high-speed road, trembled from time to time like a urine tremor.

"However, through the traffic surveillance cameras, it was found that the target truck turned off Fujiyuki Road after passing through Shizuoka twenty minutes ago..."

Harumoto Hairen, who was driving, was keeping in touch with the support team through his mobile phone.

On the right side of the road, is the rising sun and the red coastline.

"Get off the Fujiyuki Road... Sousuke Araki, is this guy planning to drive a truck out of control into the city..."

Hiroshi Hiroshi touched his chin in distress, completely unwilling to appreciate the beauty beside him.

"However, it doesn't matter to me that he is speeding or something..."

His goal is only the high-speed mother-in-law. As for the problem of speeding that kid, as the vice president of the association, he has no obligation to take care of it.

What's more, the two people in the car are now unable to protect themselves.

With Devil Z's current state, it's a question of whether it can last to the next service area.

"The latest information, the transportation company has just received a contact from a truck driver named Kei Watanabe..."

In the communication, there was another report that confused the faces of the two people in the car.

"...His big truck suddenly broke down in the middle of the road. Fortunately, he got the help of enthusiastic motorcycle friends passing by."

"Now, on the abandoned Fujiyukichi Sea-Crossing Bridge at the mouth of the Fuji River, the truck with its brakes failed has stopped!"

"What, 'passing enthusiastic motorcyclists'?! Wait, are those beasts..."

In Harumoto Kaito's mind, for some reason, the figures of the beasts who passed by Demon Z and had bad eyes appeared.

However, those guys, no matter how you look at them, have nothing to do with words such as "passing by", "enthusiastic", and "car friend".

"I know, it must be called by that guy..."

Thinking of someone who exudes a "similar atmosphere" with those men, Hiroshi Tsutenta suddenly felt it was a matter of course.

In any case, there were no casualties due to this joint operation, and the two on Demon Z were relieved.

"Wait... what time is it..."

His eyes moved to the watch, and a drop of cold sweat fell from Hiroshi's forehead.

"It's almost eight o'clock... what's wrong?"

The Harumoto Kaito looked at him curiously.

"From Shizuoka, it takes an hour and a half to drive 120 yards at the fastest, and it's not even the traffic jam in the morning rush hour..."

His eyes stayed on the instrument panel at a speed of less than 60 yards per hour, and the dense sweat was constantly gushing out from Hiroshi Hiroshi's Mediterranean Sea.

"It's over, it's over, the exemption ceremony is at ten o'clock..."

"I personally present the glorious moment of exemption to the first international spirit slayer with the status of the Holy See in the history of the association..."

At that time, the president of the current president was very old, and the only contenders for the next president were himself and the master Kodha, who did not care about the world.

However, after the Obon Festival, spirit slayers from major families and shrines sprang up like mushrooms after a rain, which made him feel a professional crisis.

Missed the awarding ceremony, failed to be recorded in the history of the association, lost political capital, lost the election for the president...

Retired from the heavy work of the vice president due to age, the wife took the property and ran away with the pork guy, the daughter married and immigrated overseas...

The elderly self lived alone in a trailer in the wild, and every day, under the pains and curses, he looked at the photos of the past and washed his face in tears. In the end, he was robbed and killed by a passing gangster with a knife...

He seemed to see that his career and even the world line began to change like a collapsed domino at this moment.

"...No, no one can stop the wheel of fate!"

"Aren't you a special racer~lightnovelpub.net~ Come on, drive to 160 yards for me, and send me to Numazu to change cars!"

"Vice President Changtian, calm down, don't grab the steering wheel, this car can drive to 60 yards because I am very careful..."

Under the sudden madness of Hiroshi Changda, the tattered Demon Z began to take an "S"-shaped route on the magnificent coastal highway...

"Pfft..."

"Oops, there's smoke, the engine must be hung up! It's all my fault, Vice-President, that you moved too violently and pushed Demon Z to the limit..."

Then, as a puff of black smoke rose from the hood and the burnt smell was released, the whole car broke down on the road.

"Damn!!! That should have been a historic scene in the life of Hiroshi Changda (43 years old)!"

"It's all to blame for Sousuke Araki, who illegally exterminates spirits, and his abominable **** of death!!!"

On the quiet and uninhabited coastline, the sad cry of a middle-aged social animal resounded.