Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 803: The Rush on the Streets of Paris

Baijiu faced the steel wall of police cars, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, pressed the car body to the limit, and at the critical moment, squeezed out from the almost impossible blind spot.

Then, he used a gentle slope on the side of the road to jump into the air on his motorcycle and stay in the air for a short time.

"Bang!" The motorcycle fell heavily in front of the toll gate of the parking lot under the overpass.

The railing in front had not been raised yet, but Baijiu did not hesitate at all and pressed down the car body again, and the motorcycle slid past almost sticking to the ground.

"Boom!" The police car that was chasing closely from behind violently knocked away the obstructing railing, and the railing turned into a free bird soaring into the air.

Inside the toll booth, a young staff member was holding up his phone, excitedly recording this thrilling scene, shouting excitedly: "First day of internship! I'm already catching up with a police and gangster blockbuster! So exciting—"

"Bang!!!" A deafening noise interrupted his scream.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw two police cars colliding violently at the entrance, like two out-of-control toy cars stacked up like a human.

"Oh my god..." He put down his phone and rushed out of the toll booth in a hurry.

Baijiu rushed onto the main road again, and the group of police cars were like maggots on the tarsal bone, biting it again.

The rearview mirror had been scrapped due to the previous scratches, and Baijiu had to turn his head frequently to check the situation behind him.

He turned sharply at the intersection ahead, and this time unexpectedly chose the direction of travel.

This unusual behavior made the commanding officer nervous, and he immediately grabbed the intercom: "Attention, all units! The target has changed direction! Be alert! Be careful of his tricks!"

Baijiu was desperately shuttling through the busy streets, the distance between it and the vehicles on both sides was so close that it was suffocating. Every time it passed by, it seemed like dancing with death.

If the steering wheel had deviated a few centimeters, he would have been torn to pieces by the torrent of steel.

"Buzz-buzz-buzz!" The roar of the engine came from far away.

Baijiu glanced sideways and saw two mounted policemen crouching low, almost flying close to the ground, approaching at an alarming speed.

Baijiu's eyes flashed and he made a decision instantly.

The front of the car swung to the left and rushed into the opposite lane again.

In front of him was a magnificent palace, whose classical and solemn atmosphere formed an absurd contrast with his desperate escape at the moment.

But Baijiu's gaze only stayed for half a second before he was attracted by a huge truck roaring towards the intersection ahead. The shrill horn sounded like the roar of a wild beast.

A plan for survival instantly formed in my mind.

Instead of accelerating, he suddenly reduced the throttle and slowed down.

The truck driver was so frightened seeing this crazy motorcycle almost stopped in the middle of the road that he slammed the brakes.

“Crunch——!!!”

The huge truck body was shaking violently, lying across the middle of the road, like an insurmountable steel barrier, blocking the two speeding policemen behind.

"Damn it!" The mounted policeman leaned out anxiously, but Baijiu had already disappeared in the traffic, without a trace.

However, Baijiu didn't dare to relax. On both sides of the intersection, more sirens blared, and police cars with flashing red and blue lights swarmed in from all directions like sharks smelling blood.

Baijiu stared at the front - the Arc de Triomphe roundabout where the traffic was the most congested.

He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, half-leaned his body, and cut into the traffic at an extremely tricky angle.

The shrill alarm sound on the right did not make him panic, but instead aroused an indescribable irritation, like a plaster that could not be shaken off.

He resolutely shuttled through the torrent of steel, speeding against the flow at the traffic hub of Paris. The vehicles on both sides were like stationary obstacles, which he narrowly passed by with a hair's breadth.

Up ahead, more and more police cars were trying to intercept head-on.

Baijiu snorted coldly, swung the front of the car suddenly, and dived into a quiet alley next to it like a loach.

The alley is in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the main road, and the silence is so chilling that it makes one feel uneasy.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!

The liquor rushed to the center of the intersection deep in the alley.

He looked around and his heart sank.

Police lights flashed in the four directions of east, south, west and north, and police cars were slowly approaching like a pack of hunting wolves, trapping him in the center.

With no way to retreat, Baijiu's eyes swept across and finally locked onto a more remote and narrow path ahead.

The accelerator was pushed to the bottom again, and just as he turned his head to check the police's movements—

"boom!!!"

A dull bang.

The liquor, which has always been as precise as a machine, was a little slow this time because of distraction.

A police car slammed into his motorcycle from the left intersection like a runaway locomotive.

The huge impact force blew Baijiu and the car away.

He was like a kite with a broken string, tumbling several times in the air before falling heavily to the ground and tumbling several meters before coming to a stop.

My mind went blank and the sharp tinnitus drowned out everything.

The world seemed to be spinning.

Fortunately, the professional protective gear he was wearing absorbed most of the impact, so his joints were safe and sound, but his internal organs felt as if they had been violently stirred.

He struggled to stand up, his vision went dark and everything around him seemed to go into slow motion.

Instinctively, Baijiu pulled out the dagger from the side of his leg and staggered to his feet.

A faint, distorted, and as if elongated siren sounded in my ears.

Ignoring the pain, Baijiu gritted his teeth and limped towards the dense square green belt in front.

He supported himself on the edge of the flower bed with both hands, rolled sideways with all his strength, and rolled awkwardly into the dense flowers.

Seeing this, the pursuing police officers braked and jumped off, rushing towards the flowers like an arrow. This was the closest they had ever been to their target.

"Stop! I'll shoot if you move!" the police officers shouted sternly, pointing their pistols at the center of the flowers.

They surrounded him from all sides, their guns fixed firmly on the center of the flowers—

However, there was no one there!

There was only fallen vegetation and... a punctured grid of drains leading to the underground river below.

Below, the muddy river water flows silently.

A speedboat broke through the water and rushed over.

On the boat, Baijiu opened his eyes in a daze.

McAllen held the steering wheel with one hand, his expression as calm and composed as ever.

Lao Hei grinned with his signature smile and nodded at him.

The three of them met eyes, and everything was said without words.

Baijiu's eyes swept across the corner of the cabin - Ryan was curled up there, as quiet as a sleeping child.

The speedboat finally stopped at a secluded riverbank.

McCarron and Old Black were the first to go ashore and worked together to drag the speedboat to the side.

Baijiu carefully picked up the unconscious Ryan and stepped onto the slippery river bank.