Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

One by one, the lights on the tunnel ceiling went out, and loose rocks began to fall.

It started with small pieces of concrete, then larger pieces.

"Damn it, these bastards!" Officer Furukawa cursed and slammed on the gas.

The gray private car sped forward like an arrow, closely following the transport truck in front.

The truck driver was clearly aware of the danger; he floored the accelerator, and the heavy truck roared as it sped toward the tunnel exit.

The lead and follow-up vehicles also accelerated at full speed, and the three vehicles raced wildly through the violently shaking and constantly falling tunnel.

Lin Xiu looked back and saw obvious cracks appearing on the top of the tunnel behind her, with large chunks of cement and rocks falling like rain.

Even more terrifying, the explosion seemed to trigger a chain reaction, with the collapse spreading rapidly forward from the rear, like a chasing beast.

"Faster! Faster!" Hattori Heizo shouted, his face pale.

Thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters...

The transport truck was the first to rush out of the tunnel, followed by the lead vehicle, and then Officer Furukawa's car.

The rear vehicle was a step too slow, and a huge piece of concrete crashed less than two meters behind it, the flying debris shattering the rear window.

Officer Furukawa jerked the steering wheel, stopped the car at a safe distance, and immediately got out.

When everyone looked back, they saw that the tunnel exit had been completely blocked by collapsed rocks, and dust was flying everywhere, making it impossible to see anything.

Even more worrying is that the backup vehicle did not come out; it was buried inside.

“Brothers in the car behind…” a police officer hissed.

Officer Furukawa's face turned ashen. He immediately picked up the walkie-talkie: "Headquarters! Headquarters! Tunnel No. 2 has collapsed, vehicles are buried, requesting emergency rescue! Repeat, Tunnel No. 2 has collapsed, requesting rescue!"

An urgent response came through the walkie-talkie, indicating that the rescue team was already on its way.

But everyone knows that in a collapse of that scale, the chances of survival for buried vehicles are extremely slim.

Lin Xiuyi stood by the roadside, looking at the blocked tunnel entrance, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

This is not a simple theft; it is a massacre. The perpetrators are completely disregarding the number of casualties in order to achieve their goal.

But just then, Hattori Heizo suddenly exclaimed, "Look over there! Something's wrong with the truck!"

Lin Xiuyi turned her head sharply and saw that the transport truck was not parked on the side of the road waiting, but started up suddenly.

With a loud crash, after overturning the lead vehicle, the transport truck continued forward, clearly deviating from the correct route to the dock.

It is heading towards an abandoned warehouse area next to the port area.

"What is the driver doing?" Officer Furukawa noticed the anomaly and immediately got into the car. "Quick, chase after them!"

The gray private car started up again, giving chase to the transport truck.

However, although heavy trucks do not accelerate as well as cars, once they reach a certain speed, they are not easy to intercept.

Moreover, the area has a complex road network with numerous intersections.

"Contact the driver via walkie-talkie!" Hattori Heizo shouted.

Officer Furukawa immediately tried: "Driver of the transport vehicle, please stop immediately! You have deviated from the route! Repeat, please stop immediately!"

No response.

Lin Xiuyi stared intently at the taillights of the truck that were getting farther and farther away, and a terrible thought formed in his mind: "The driver may have already had an accident..." "The terracotta warriors in the cargo hold..." Hattori Heizo's voice trembled slightly.

Lin Xiuyi didn't answer; in a flash, all the clues connected in his mind.

The tunnel attack was a cover, the impersonation of Takeshi Ikenami was a cover, and even the tunnel explosion might have been a cover. The enemy's real plan, from beginning to end, was only one thing: to switch the truck driver.

Just when they thought they had secured the truck, the seals were intact, and the monitoring was working properly, the truck driver had already become the other side's man.

"Chase after them," Lin Xiuyi's voice was as cold as iron. "No matter what, we must not let that car disappear from our sight."

……

The night was as dark as ink. Seven or eight out of ten streetlights in the abandoned port area were broken, and the few remaining ones emitted a dim, flickering light, barely outlining the road.

The two cars sped along the rough road, one after the other.

Officer Furukawa gripped the steering wheel tightly, frantically chasing after the transport truck ahead.

The transport trucks, with a tonnage far exceeding that of private cars and massive, cumbersome bodies, appeared exceptionally agile under the thieves' control, weaving through the narrow port roads in an attempt to shake off their pursuers.

With his familiarity with the port's terrain, Officer Furukawa constantly adjusted his route, and before long, the private car was running alongside the transport truck, with less than half a meter between them.

At this point, the three of them encountered a problem.

Judging from the tonnage of the two vehicles, it would be impossible for a private car to intercept the transport truck.

The transport truck itself weighs over ten tons, and with the cargo it carries, the total weight may approach fifteen tons.

Their private car weighs no more than two tons at most.

The vast difference in quality makes any direct interception suicidal.

If Officer Furukawa dared to do that, the only result would be that his car would be overturned by a transport truck and run over like a toy car.

The chances of survival for the three people inside the car are almost zero.

"There's a crossroads ahead!" Hattori Heizo suddenly shouted. "Can we go around and intercept them beforehand?"

Officer Furukawa shook his head: "No, we're not familiar with this area. The roads in the abandoned warehouse district are a maze, and many are dead ends. If we take the wrong turn, we might lose them."

Lin Xiuyi stared silently at the truck ahead. A direct interception was out of the question, and a detour to block it was too risky. So, the only remaining option was…

"Guns!" Officer Furukawa suddenly exclaimed, "We can shoot the tires!"

“No,” Lin Xiuyi immediately objected. “First, it is very difficult to shoot the tires of a vehicle traveling at high speed, especially under these lighting conditions.”

"Secondly, even if you hit it, heavy truck tires are often run-flat, so even if they leak air, they can still drive for a distance."

"Third, and most importantly, if the truck loses control and overturns, the terracotta warriors inside could be damaged."

Officer Furukawa gritted his teeth, realizing that Lin Xiuyi was right.

Their mission is not only to catch the thieves, but also to protect the Terracotta Army.

If the Terracotta Warriors are damaged in the attempt to intercept them, then the operation will have failed completely.

Just as the three were anxiously trying to find a solution, a hissing sound suddenly came from the walkie-talkie, followed by a voice with a distinctly mocking tone.
"Listen up, you police officers chasing us. Your monthly salary is so meager, why are you risking your lives?"

"If you stop pursuing us now, my boss will definitely treat you well afterwards. Fifty million yen each, in cash, not consecutive numbers."

"As long as you turn around and leave, the money will be deposited into your designated overseas account within three days." (End of Chapter)