Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

The two vehicles were about two and a half meters apart, with a relative speed of almost zero, and the opportunity was fleeting!
Lin Xiuyi leaped into the air.

Time seemed to slow down.

He stretched out in the air, the night wind whistling past his ears, and below him the asphalt road rushing past.

His eyes were fixed on the target—the metal railing at the edge of the maintenance platform.

I stretched out both hands and grabbed it!

His body slammed heavily against the side of the carriage, the impact causing Lin Xiuyi to groan, but he clung tightly to the guardrail and found a foothold.

It worked!
The thieves on the truck clearly noticed this as well.

In the rearview mirror, he saw a figure climb onto the carriage from the left side, and he was both shocked and furious.

He immediately took control of the truck, intending to repeat his previous tactic by ramming the truck bed into Officer Furukawa's car, thereby throwing Lin Xiuyi off or squeezing him between the two vehicles.

However, this time, Officer Furukawa was prepared.

Upon seeing the truck veer to the left, he immediately slowed down, allowing his car to quickly fall behind the truck.

This ingenious evasion completely thwarted the thieves' scheme; the truck merely wobbled in vain, failing to hit anything.

After firmly gripping the railing on the side of the carriage, Lin Xiuyi immediately began to climb upwards.

Although the sides of the carriage were smooth, some protruding rivets and foot pedals for maintenance provided him with a foothold.

In less than ten seconds, Lin Xiuyi had climbed to the top of the carriage.

The terrain was relatively flat, but the strong winds from the high-speed driving almost blew him off.

He lowered his body and center of gravity, crawling forward like a cat.

The thieves on the transport truck were clearly panicked.

He began swaying the truck from side to side, trying to throw Lin Xiuyi off the roof.

The centrifugal force generated when a heavy truck suddenly changes direction at high speed is extremely dangerous.

Lin Xiuyi felt his body being thrown up and then falling heavily again and again, and he could only hold on tightly to the fixing ring on the roof of the car.

Finally, he arrived at the position directly above the cockpit.

Lin Xiuyi peeked into the cockpit and quickly assessed the situation inside.

The driver, arranged by the police, was lying unconscious in the passenger seat with blood on his head, but his chest was still rising and falling, so he should still be alive.

In the driver's seat was an unfamiliar man, about thirty years old, with a buzz cut and wearing dark work clothes. He was staring fiercely at the rearview mirror, clearly looking for Lin Xiuyi's position on the roof of the car.

Just as Lin Xiuyi was observing, the man seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked up, meeting Lin Xiuyi's gaze.

A look of surprise flashed across the man's eyes, which then turned into fury.

He gripped the steering wheel with one hand and grabbed whatever was in the cockpit—a thermos, a logbook, a small toolbox—with the other, then smashed it hard against the rear window.

"Bang! Bang!" The debris hit the reinforced glass with a dull thud. Although it didn't shatter the glass, it blocked Lin Xiuyi's view.

Lin Xiuyi quickly moved to the other side of the cockpit.

He had just confirmed that the passenger-side window was open.

It could be because the unconscious driver needed ventilation, or it could be because the thief needed to keep an eye on the outside world.

This is your chance!

Lin Xiuyi clung to the edge of the cockpit roof, his body dangling in the air, and found the support of the rearview mirror below with his feet as a fulcrum.

He then took a deep breath and exerted force, his body swinging forward like a pendulum.

It's now!

Lin Xiu let go and lunged forward, accurately vaulting through the open passenger window. Her body landed heavily on the passenger seat, nearly crushing the unconscious driver.

Lin Xiuyi quickly adjusted his posture, half-kneeling on the seat, his right hand already gripping the dagger at his waist.

The man in the driver's seat clearly hadn't expected Lin Xiuyi to be able to climb in through the car window.

After a moment of stunned silence, the man reacted quickly, released the steering wheel with his left hand, pulled a wrench from his waist, and smashed it hard against Lin Xiuyi's head!
Lin Xiuyi quickly dodged to the side, his body almost brushing past the wrench's trajectory.

The sound of metal whistling through the air filled his ears, and the resulting air pressure made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Fortunately, the truck's cab had ample space, providing sufficient room for maneuver.

After dodging the fatal blow, Lin Xiuyi did not stop.

The moment his body straightened, the dagger in his right hand stabbed out, the tip pointing directly at the exposed carotid artery in the other person's neck.

The man in the driver's seat reacted extremely quickly. The instant Lin Xiuyi dodged the wrench attack, he had already anticipated the possible counterattack.

The wrench in his hand drew an arc in mid-air as he quickly returned to defense.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing was particularly jarring in the cramped cockpit.

The dagger in Lin Xiuyi's hand struck the heavy metal handle of the wrench, sending sparks flying. The tremendous recoil made his hand go numb.

Without hesitation, Lin Xiuyi immediately clenched his left fist and, taking advantage of the gap in the opponent's defensive dagger, attacked the opponent's exposed ribs.

This is a combination attack technique in military combat. The right hand attacks to force the opponent to defend, while the left hand attacks vital points when the opponent's attention is drawn.

However, the man's fighting skills exceeded Lin Xiuyi's expectations.

He sneered, and almost simultaneously raised his free left hand, neither dodging nor avoiding, but instead striking out to meet Lin Xiuyi's fist.

"boom!"

The two fists collided in mid-air, producing a muffled thud.

Lin Xiuyi felt a sharp pain in his finger bones; the opponent's strength was no less than his own.

Both of them groaned simultaneously and took half a step back.

In the cramped cockpit, this was already the limit of distance.

The two exchanged blows, and in the following rounds, the dagger clashed with the wrench, and their fists clashed with each other.

The confined space restricted large movements, but this only made the battle more dangerous.

Every attack must be carried out within a small space, and every defense is a matter of life and death.

Lin Xiuyi gradually realized that this opponent was no ordinary thief.

His reaction speed, combat skills, and instinctive perception of danger all indicate that he has received professional training and likely has a military or special forces background.

And the other party is clearly also reassessing Lin Xiuyi.

This young man who suddenly barged in may seem ordinary, but his fighting style is extremely efficient. He abandons all fancy moves and aims straight for the vital points with every strike.

Moreover, in such a high-speed, violently shaking environment, he was able to maintain such a stable balance and make such precise attacks, which is something that ordinary people cannot do.

"who are you?"

During a break in their exchange, the man, panting heavily, asked, his eyes showing not only ferocity but also a hint of doubt.
"Police? Self-Defense Forces? No, Japan's Self-Defense Forces aren't that powerful..."

Lin Xiuyi did not answer.

It is a major taboo to talk while fighting, especially in a situation where the two sides are evenly matched.

He adjusted his breathing, searching for the next opening. (End of Chapter)