In the personal heroism movies of American imperialism, there is such a fascinating saying that has been widely circulated.

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

This sentence, full of unique heroic romanticism, has attracted many aspiring young people like Peter Parker to work hard to build the building of imperialism.

However, this sentence is actually a castrated version, because the complete proverb is.

"The greater the ability, the higher the status, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility."

Cutting off the middle part and only talking about the two sides is a complete hooliganism.

But when she was a member of the privileged class, Zhaoyue herself loved this sentence to death.

However, it was precisely because of these words that he encountered the biggest trouble in history on his way back to Tokyo from the suburbs.

This is a suburban road without guardrails, and a real-life version of the fast and furious chase drama is being staged at this time.

Dozens of modified cars were like a torrent, and the one bumping in the wind was a Hummer with a black frame and a wide frame.

"Saito-kun, shouldn't you think about it carefully?"

Zhaoyue was the co-pilot of the Hummer and looked at the young man operating the vehicle in the driver's seat.

I saw the young man's unkempt hair blowing in the wind, and the bangs on his forehead were blown back due to the wind speed. He wore round-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, which added a bit of elegance and made him look like a

Gentle beast.

Zhaoyue was not much better either. His red hair was messy, like an angry lion.

The young man glanced at the front, rear and rearview mirrors with concentration, for fear of any sudden accident.

In the rearview mirror, there were countless car lights shining so continuously that they almost illuminated the night behind them into daylight, making the two people fleeing in the car very conspicuous.

"Instead of blaming me, shouldn't you think about how to get out of this difficult situation?" Yuuki Saito turned the steering wheel, and the monster-like Hummer pushed a police car beside him directly off the road.

"I think reprimanding your subordinates is more important than winning or losing in the bumper car game. Compared with the recent mistakes you and Miyamoto-kun have made, these are not important at all."

Zhaoyue's expression was very relaxed. Even though the lights of a roaring motorcycle approaching with a roaring diesel engine had hit his face, and the bright machete was shining coldly close at hand, his expression remained unchanged.

"Bumper car game..." Saito Yuuki twitched the corner of his mouth, expressing that he couldn't agree with his description.

Bang!

Several cars collided with the Hummer. Even with the size of the giant land beast, it was a little difficult. Saito Yuki could hardly hold the steering wheel. He could only step on the accelerator and use the instant acceleration to directly crash out of the encirclement.

A poor Toyota car was directly knocked out of the dent, and also flew off the road. It probably rolled all the way to the bottom of the hillside. If you were lucky, no one would die. If you were unlucky...

While he was turning the steering wheel, Zhaoyue also raised his hand and shot down the charging motorcycle rider with the bullet in his hand.

He didn't aim at the vital point, but he suddenly couldn't grasp the direction of the motorcycle, so he turned over and rushed off the road, disappearing into the silent night together with the burning motorcycle.

The repeated attempts to return without success seemed to have finally irritated the other party pursuing them. When the vehicle approached again, there was a constant clicking sound, which was obviously the crisp sound of bullets being loaded.

"Young Master, why don't you find a way to jump into another car first, and I can drive them away with this one?" Saito Yushu really felt that he had just become the young master's retainer, and that he would die prematurely.

Gone.

He admitted that he had caused the problem, but at best he had removed an arm of a small gang leader, filled it with cement piles, and then sunk it into Tokyo Bay.

What he regrets most now is not why he did such a troublesome thing, but why he didn't kill everyone and gave the other party a chance to retaliate.

"You said that if we jump out and say that we are from the same family now, will the other party still use the trap?"

Before Saito Yuki could think of his last words, he heard his young master ask innocently.

"Young Master! I can understand that you have just arrived and do not understand the rules of the gang. Although the rules of the underworld are set by us, it does not mean that everyone must abide by them. For example, this time they illegally possessed guns and ammunition. According to this rule

I can go out and raze their entire gang."

Yuuki Saito talked about illegal possession of guns and violation of the law. It sounds ironic that a gangster actually talks about morality and the rule of law.

But in fact, the existence of the Sheqi Eight Families has indeed curbed the evil and chaos of the underworld. Many gray industrial chains are within the boundaries of legal jurisdiction.

Those links where the government is not good or cannot intervene at all need to be checked and balanced by the Sheqi family.

"But now it seems that even if it is later verified that we are really from our family, these fanatic parties will never give up and kill us now."

Saito Yuki's face became even worse as he thought about it. Now he wanted to open the back cover of the car and take out the heavy weapons and bomb the street. He remembered that he had prepared more than a dozen rocket launcher shells.

As for whether you will be wanted for using arms, that is really a joke. Any young person in our family who has done something successful has not left a high-definition photo on the Metropolitan Police Department's wanted order.

It can be said that being wanted is something that is not something to be ashamed of but something to be proud of.

"Then there's nothing you can do about Doraemon?" Zhaoyue shook her head regretfully, feeling that she lacked a capable beautiful assistant. Doraemon seemed to have no special skills except for having a few more tricks.

"Of course there is a way, just keep an eye on it," Saito Yuuki said with a confident smile on his lips. He always likes to make several plans when doing things, that is, leaving more escape routes.

As the Hummers rampaged, in addition to the blazing white car lights, there was a red and blue brilliance on the mountain road, as well as large swaths of buzzing sirens.

At the same time, there were crisscrossing guns firing yellow lines of fire, and the black convoy behind them started to commotion. The Metropolitan Police Department was definitely one of the most difficult targets for the underworld to deal with.

Juxtaposed with this is our family. Our law enforcers are already demonized in the underworld.

"Damn it! Why did the Metropolitan Police come here!" The leader of the small gang almost broke his teeth. He looked angrily at the black Hummer in front of him.

He just wanted to tear that bastard to pieces with his own hands, but now he saw that the car carrying the enemy had plunged into the barrage, the car windows were shattered in the hail of bullets, and the clanging sound was faintly heard in the piercing siren.

discernible.

Seeing the red and blue light in front of him becoming more intense, he finally couldn't help shouting on the public channel: "Retreat!"

Chaos broke out all of a sudden, and the convoy of dozens of people was immediately defeated. Unlucky vehicles continued to be knocked off the road. In the end, only a dozen or so vehicles were evacuated intact.

And that didn't include the leader himself. He dragged his bloated body and tried to climb up the road from the hillside with his one arm. Unexpectedly, when he reached the roadside, he directly felt a black and cold object pressing against his forehead.
Chapter completed!