Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 877 I really can’t drive!

"No, no, no! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Grace screamed, her eyes widened to the limit with extreme fear.

The alleys are narrow, crowded and winding, and even experienced drivers need to hold their breath and concentrate when driving through them.

What's more, she is a complete novice who has never even touched the steering wheel a few times?

For her, all braking and evasive maneuvers seemed to be determined by the volume of her voice.

It seems that as long as you shout loudly enough and fearfully enough, the vehicle will understand and automatically avoid obstacles.

This is simply the most vivid and terrifying concrete interpretation of the phrase "output depends entirely on shouting".

"Oh no! It's over! It's too late! Why can't I stop?" Grace looked at the tables and chairs of an open-air cafe in front of her in despair as they rapidly enlarged in her field of vision.

She tried desperately to slow down, but her feet seemed to have lost contact with the vehicle and the police car continued to rush forward.

“Bang! Clang!”

The car body violently knocked over the cafe chairs and wrought iron tables along the way, and wood chips and metal fragments flew everywhere.

Fortunately, the expected horrific scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere did not appear——

Those customers were not fools. As soon as they saw the police car rushing down the ramp in an almost suicidal manner, their legs were already prepared to escape at any time.

It’s easy to judge whether a person’s driving skills are good or bad, as long as you are not blind.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Grace half-opened the car window and shouted at a bald man who was standing there with a deathly pale face.

Judging from his desperate expression and well-dressed clothes, he is most likely the owner of this store.

He never dreamed that his shop would be completely destroyed in this way.

If it was smashed by a large truck out of control, he might still understand it, but the outrageous thing is -

What destroyed his hard work was actually a police car!

The absurdity and shocking degree of this is no less than that of an old teacher who has taught mathematics for a lifetime, taking a monthly exam with his students, but failing himself while all the students in the class got full marks.

Grace gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and began to swing it wildly from side to side.

The car body was like a drunk giant caterpillar, drawing one thrilling S-shaped track after another in the extremely narrow alley.

In a sense, being able to perform this kind of evasive maneuver at this speed, Grace's skills can be considered "first-class" -

It’s just that professional racing drivers rely on extreme calmness and precise control, while she relies entirely on instinctive panic and luck.

"boom!"

There was another muffled thud! The side of the vehicle collided violently with a freight truck parked on the side of the road.

This "iron yak" that was completely out of control finally managed to slow down its crazy speed with this collision.

Grace was naturally punished by the huge inertia, and her chest hit the steering wheel heavily.

For a moment, she felt as if an elephant had trampled across her chest.

She endured the severe pain and simply rubbed her chest. Without even taking a breath, she immediately tried to start the car again in a panic.

At this moment, the panic on her face was far greater than before, because she saw the nightmare-like figure in the rearview mirror - the man who made her feel fear from the bottom of her heart!

Liquor!

He finally caught up! He was driving a police motorcycle, and in the extremely narrow environment of the alley, the flexibility of the motorcycle undoubtedly had an absolute advantage.

However, thanks to the subtle differences in terrain and the obstruction of the vehicles, only Grace could see him at this moment, and Baijiu seemed to have not yet discovered her exact location.

Baijiu drove his motorcycle through the chaotic path that Grace had just created, and at a fork in the road, he chose to turn right without hesitation.

Because on the right side of the road, there was a fresh, shocking impact scratch, with blue-gray car paint on it.

You can tell with your butt that it is the "road sign" left by the police car and the truck just now.

Baijiu stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and with the help of a downhill road, the car body dived down like an arrow.

In the alley, Grace continued to shuttle on her "exclusive track" which was barely wide enough for one car to pass through. Unlike all normal drivers, the way she opened up the road was entirely through rough collisions, forcing a passage out.

She couldn't help but admire the quality of this police car in her heart - she didn't expect it to be so crash-resistant!

All the vehicles that she had "intimate contact" with were left with potholes and dents on their bodies without exception.

The only thing that seemed to be unharmed was the police car she was driving, apart from some paint peeling off.

"Oh no!!" Before Grace could feel secretly happy for a few seconds, the front of the car "kissed" a black BMW that was parked illegally in front of it.

The huge impact force caused a motorcycle parked nearby to slide several meters.

Grace rubbed her collarbone, which was painfully pinched by the seat belt, and cursed in a low voice: "How did you park the car?!"

"Can't you leave me a little more space? How am I supposed to get through?!"

She complained plausibly, as if all the responsibility really lay on the unlucky parking driver.

Baijiu kept twisting the car body and turning accurately.

For the first time in his life, he "enjoyed" turning corners so much - because behind each corner, there were wild and clear "traces" of Grace's driving skills.

At the same time, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for her: "I hope you can hold on until I find you..."

"If you get injured and fall unconscious, this mission will be in real trouble..."

He muttered to himself, gripped the accelerator again, and the engine let out a low roar like a hungry beast.

Back to Grace's perspective again.

"Faster! Faster! I've already stepped on the accelerator, how come it's not the limit yet?!"

Grace stomped the accelerator anxiously because she caught sight of that ghostly figure in the rearview mirror again!

The distance between the motorcycle driven by Baijiu and her was less than fifty meters!

The strong wind blew his hair in front of his forehead, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

at last!

Grace slammed open a temporary black fence in front of her, rushed out of this damn and cramped narrow alley, and drove into the relatively open road!

In her opinion, this is her "home court"!

So what if a motorcycle is nimble?

On the open road, speed and tonnage are king!

This is like a first-year athlete competing with athletes from the university team on the same field. Although they are both called athletes, they are not opponents of the same level at all!

However, what happened next made Baijiu, who was chasing closely behind, look sideways.

To everyone's surprise, the moment Grace rushed onto the main road, she instinctively and subconsciously turned the steering wheel sharply, combined with the handbrake, to complete an extremely thrilling yet extremely smooth diagonal drift!

The tires screamed harshly as they rubbed against the ground, leaving a clear and exaggerated huge semicircle on the road.

"Oh my god..." Even Baijiu, who was watching all this from behind, couldn't help but let out a heartfelt exclamation of disbelief, "Could it be... you really are gifted?!"

You know, it took him five minutes of practice on the training ground to fully master this level of drifting.

And Grace, a complete novice who was driving for the first time, actually did it by instinct while fleeing for her life!