Chapter 1290

After the upgrade of Bell's car, its "brain" car computer can provide real-time traffic information on the streets of New York.

Although it is not as mysterious as the exact location of each car, the traffic situation within one kilometer will be more detailed, and the traffic situation on the route ahead will be calculated in advance.

Bell, who is also a New York geographer, always takes a step ahead of time to find a suitable route to move on, and there is almost no traffic jam.

when he just contacted Luke and confirmed their identities, he said a word of help as much as possible, so that she would reveal her treasure's strength in front of the note.

Who owes Luke a debt when she changes the car.

Luke certainly didn't care.

He's all planning for Brad Pitt now, and the deal with NYPD executives is fast underway.

As long as bell doesn't run into people in New York City, it's easy for him to keep the informant.

And through the monitoring of Bell's car, he could see John rolling around in the back seat and Zeus with a little gray face.

What he has changed by his own hands will of course be controlled by him, but generally he can't use it.

In the middle of the city, in the face of a total congestion, unable to race several streets, bell decisive steering wheel a dozen, rushed into the Central Park.

In the park, after speeding forward and scaring a bunch of lovers, the taxi finally rushed to a slope.

After Zeus looked at the approaching slope, almost scared to pee, and his vocal cords all turned into a duck voice: "wait, wait, there is no way..."

Bell laughed. "I know there's no way, but my new device doesn't need a way." Said the right hand to loosen the gear, falsely placed in a handle above.

Zeus lips white: "what new equipment, you this is only a taxi, not a plane! Behind that is the Wai ~ ~ ~ ~ wall, ah ~ ~ "

in a long scream, the taxi rushed to the highest point of the slope, and then Fly up.

At the moment, two delta wings have protruded from both sides of the car body, providing an extra lift for the taxi.

Bell's face was solemn, and his right hand moved gently on the handle. The car body, which had been shaking a little before, came down steadily, flew over 20 meters, and passed a big spray pool below.

Most of the people sitting by the fountain only feel black on their heads, and then something seems to be buzzing past.

When they look up, they don't see anything in the sky.

However, the taxi has flown out of the outer fence and landed on a street.

But it was different from the violent turbulence Zeus imagined. Before the car landed, he felt a reverse thrust coming from under him. At last, it was only a little bumpy.

When Bell's taxi landed on the street, there was a gap of more than 10 meters, which gave her enough time and space to adjust the car's attitude after landing.

There were just a few cars in the back that braked in an emergency, and then there were a few minor rear end accidents.

So far, bell has taken them through the Central Park and avoided the most congested area, continuing to the south of 112 Wall Street.

At this time, John finally put his body in order, then with the help of Zeus, he fastened his seat belt and looked out of the window blankly: "ah, where are we?"

Zeus: the good news is that we've "flown" over fifty blocks, only half the way left

John shook his dizzy head. "There must be bad news, then?"

Zeus: the bad news is that we will continue to fly 70 blocks under the surplus

John followed his line of vision and looked to the front window. Then he saw the series of cars approaching wildly. He screamed: "it's going to hit" ~ "

he was rolling all over just now. Where can he see this intuitive impact force.

Zeus calmed down a lot. Though his face became more and more ugly, he finally stopped shouting.

He was used to this kind of scene, compared with the "flying" that was almost spiritual.

Even he had the heart to squint at John's funny performance, and a sense of superiority came into his mind. Look, the guy in the police station is not braver than me!

Ignoring the two poor people in the back who were barking, bell, relying on his own driving skills and the real-time traffic information provided by Luke, succeeded in arriving at the place in 21 minutes.

John and Zeus, two lucky and unlucky guys, arrived at the subway station a few minutes ahead of time. Their faces were blue. After their legs fought with the underground car, they didn't immediately go straight to the public phone. Instead, they walked to the side of the road, fell to their knees and threw up cheerfully.

Bell smilingly craned his neck to look at the two men: "next time I want to take a bus, you can call me."

Two people's faces are like ashes: the neuropathy just takes your car again!

A minute later, they barely got up and blundered into the entrance of the subway station.

Luke also finished the rescue work at the last subway station in Brooklyn. They called Selena and rushed to Wall Street.Bell took his eyes back and looked at his electronic watch, but he was a little annoyed: "Damn, it's fifteen seconds late. It's all because of today's bombings. The traffic jam is so bad... "

Muttering to himself, a white spectacle with a straight suit opened in middle age and sat up: "Kennedy Airport. I have a plane to catch, so drive faster. "

Bell Ho Ho: "how fast?"

White glasses middle-aged casually in the wallet a smoke, a few green knife pinched in the hand, he casually took out two throw to the front row: "two hundred dollars, how fast to open."

"With those you have, you can stand at Kennedy Airport in half an hour."

The white man was middle-aged. He really threw the rest of the American knives in the front row: "I've written down your car number. If I can't, I'll call you and complain. "

Bell had grabbed the five hundred dollars and rubbed them with his hands. It wasn't fake money. He immediately smiled: the old lady's five hundred dollars is here!

She turned to the middle-aged can ran a smile: "please fasten the seat belt."

White middle-aged a little impatient, but still do.

He is a rich man. His life is precious.

He had an internal acquaintance from his police station who told him to leave New York as soon as possible, because there might be a follow-up to the bombing.

He thought it would be better to take a holiday for himself. He should have taken it.

As a result, he quickly booked a ticket to Los Angeles, where he was going to spend a few days with a lot of hot girls to avoid the empty cloth attack.

Maybe the attack will make him rich.

But stay here and worry about where your life will be thinking about making money.

That's why he throws money so generously.

Leave early, be safe early, and make money early.

And bell smiled and turned his head, in his heart he he: how great is being rich? If you want to complain, just complain. Anyway, this car number is not mine.

This one won't complain because he can't get to the airport. Instead, when he gets to the airport, he will complain about her.

After all, taxis with a speed of 100 kilometers per hour can't be accepted by everyone in the city.

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