Though despair filled his heart, Vodka's survival instinct was equally tenacious.
...Besides, this was not the first time he had fallen into Uzo's trap. After stepping into them so often, he was almost getting used to it. Once his grief and indignation passed, Vodka took a deep breath and rapidly considered his way out.
—First, he definitely could not stop the car. According to the police, the bomb would explode immediately if he did.
Second, if absolutely necessary, he could try jumping out of the car, but that had its drawbacks too—so many police cars were chasing him. The moment he jumped out, he would fall into police hands and have his identity exposed. In that case, his sneaky car rental... would be far too suspicious.
In short, he had better find a way to shake off the shrieking police cars behind him first.
Thinking this, Vodka clenched his fist, filled with confidence in his driving skills—when it came to street racing, he was a professional!
Officer Chiba sat in the passenger seat of the police car, holding a loudspeaker and calling out to the vehicle ahead. Suddenly, the victim's car slammed on the gas and shot forward with a whoosh.
The dust it kicked up made Officer Chiba freeze. He could not help muttering to Sato Miwako, who was driving, "Did... did he think driving too slowly would make it explode? He really doesn't need to go that fast. According to the Bomber, as long as he stays above thirty kilometers per hour, it'll be fine."
Sato Miwako rubbed the steering wheel as she stared at the rapidly accelerating car ahead. "..." For some reason, this suddenly felt like they were chasing a fugitive... Come to think of it, that car rental victim had been acting awfully suspicious.