Chapitre 590: You're so coquettish

National Highway 17.

As they drove away from Yokohama F. Marinos, the traffic on the two-lane road had been restricted since midnight last night. Roadblocks and police tape blocked off one of the lanes. The accessible Lane was also guarded by the traffic police, who checked every car that left Yokohama.

The driver who was about to pass looked at the Face Recognition system and took his ID card from the police officer. He asked, " "Officer, what happened in Yoto city? It's been many years since I've encountered such a situation."

Under normal circumstances, there would be no traffic restrictions on the National Highway unless there was a major criminal incident. Looking at the police's posture, they were obviously searching for the target.

"This isn't something you should know." The police officer glanced at him coldly and said in a stern tone.