Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"So... who is driving now? Am I driving?" Grace finally realized slowly that there seemed to be a powerful force on the steering wheel that was controlling the turning and was in a stalemate with her.

"You are driving." Baijiu panted, but his tone was extremely certain.

As he spoke, he kept turning his head, his sharp eyes quickly scanning the gradually shortening distance between them and Kiel's armored vehicle. At the same time, he continued to instruct: "Yes, just like that... Use a little more force on your wrist, hold on! Keep the car going in a straight line!"

As he spoke, he secretly exerted force, precisely adjusting the steering wheel to counter the vehicle's erratic behavior.

"Drive quickly! Just drive straight forward! You know how to drive in a straight line, right?" Baijiu raised his palm, like a knife, pointing it vertically forward, giving her an extremely clear visual instruction.

"Okay... a straight line... I should be able to draw a straight line." Grace took a deep breath, as if infected by the calmness of the liquor, and a trace of pitiful courage and fragile confidence flashed in her eyes again.

Behind her, Kiel's face was grim. Although there was still some distance between the two cars, for Kiel, the situation was turning in her favor—the distance was steadily shrinking.

This means that it is only a matter of time before baijiu is caught up and crushed.

"Hold on the gas! Don't let go!" Baijiu was also aware of the impending crisis. He continued to exert force with his wrist, his voice rapid but steady: "Speed! Faster!"

"Keep going straight, keep going straight, keep going—" Before he could finish his instructions, his whole body was suddenly thrown to the left by a strong sense of weightlessness!

Perhaps because she was overconfident or because her operation was out of control again, Grace made a sharp left turn without any warning and on a whim!

However, the technical movements were unexpectedly clean and neat. A left turn was completed quite perfectly, and the car body drew a smooth arc.

However, judging from Grace's still frightened and fearful expression, it can be basically concluded that the handsome operation just now was purely a blind cat catching a dead mouse - a coincidence.

Asking her to repeat it right away is impossible. Many incredible feats in the world are often unintentional, achieved under extreme stress. No matter how much you think about it or try again, you can never replicate it again.

"Okay... great!" Baijiu swallowed back the blame that was on the tip of his tongue in an instant, his tone seamlessly switched to exaggerated praise, and his gesture naturally turned into a thumbs-up.

"It's okay to turn left! Very good! Just keep this feeling! You are driving very well now! Really! You are making rapid progress!" He continued to use encouraging teaching methods to sweeten the child's appetite, just like a teacher in kindergarten who uses praise to coax the children into taking a nap.

Grace's face remained terrified as the vehicle formed a huge arc and rushed towards the entrance of a deep tunnel ahead.

While a straight route was an advantage for Grace (at least she thought she could drive straight), for Kiel's incredibly powerful armored vehicle, a straight line was the perfect stage for its absolute speed advantage. The longer the straight distance, the faster it could go.

By then, no matter how advanced the liquor technology is or how perfectly the details are handled, all skills will be nothing in the face of absolute speed and power.

However, one wave has not settled, and one wave has risen again.

From deep in the tunnel ahead came a terrifying alarm bell, like a devil's voice filling their ears, lingering sharply in their ears.

This sound instantly shattered the fragile composure Grace had barely managed to maintain thanks to the liquor. Her emotions collapsed once again, her pupils widening in extreme fear, reflecting the suffocating red and blue warning lights deep in the tunnel. She involuntarily opened her mouth and let out a helpless scream:

"Police! It's the police! Lots of police!"

Not far away, a "steel wall" composed of several police cars driving side by side, flashing red and blue lights, was crushing towards their tiny old car!

In contrast, the scene was as tragic as if a person was facing thousands of well-equipped troops alone, full of the tragic feeling of "I will go forward even if there are tens of thousands of people against me" - of course, if we ignore the fact that he was driving a yellow Old Man Le, this tragic feeling would inevitably be mixed with a strong sense of absurdity and ridiculousness.

"You...you drive!" At the final moment when the police cars were less than fifty meters away from them and a collision was almost inevitable, Grace suddenly let go of her hands as if throwing away a hot potato!

It feels like there's a bomb with two seconds left before it explodes, and she suddenly puts it in your hand with a serious look on her face and says, 'It's about to explode, and I want to survive, can you help me defuse it?'

"Fuck..." Baijiu cursed inwardly, but at this moment he was finally able to fully control the steering wheel of the car! He suddenly leaned forward most of his body and took over the control.

"Brake!" he yelled! Several police car searchlights were already hitting his face like spotlights on a stage.

Grace was unusually obedient this time, and lifted her legs up obediently, even though she only needed to lift her feet slightly - she was so panicked and flustered at the moment, just like a wanted criminal caught on the spot.

"squeak--!!!"

The tires made an extremely harsh friction scream with the ground!

At this time, an unexpected advantage of the Old Man Le was perfectly utilized - its body was light and its inertia was much smaller than that of Kiel's steel behemoth!

Just when the front of Old Man Le's car had completed the turn nimbly, half of Kiel's armored vehicle's bulky body had not yet turned around. She could only watch the funny yellow car slip away from her sight and gradually go away.

Baijiu is such a person: he can always make full use of all the insignificant advantages around him, piece together those scattered and seemingly useless fragments, and finally combine them into the key to breaking the deadlock.

He drove the car, speeding back the way he came. His arms and hands did not retract, still firmly grasping the absolute control of the steering wheel.

After driving for a while and confirming that it was temporarily safe, he spoke calmly, as if discussing the weather:

"Okay, now it's your turn to drive. We just drove this stretch of road, so I think... this shouldn't be difficult for you."

Indeed, this is like asking you to copy the answer to a question that you just got right by chance.

"Now turn right again. You should know how to turn right, right?" Baijiu observed the situation behind him.

"I understand!" Grace answered firmly.

The vehicle completed a perfect drift, drawing a graceful arc.