Luke didn't think the other party could think of this, because not many people in the world have a clear understanding of big data.
Among the group of criminals, perhaps only a small number of highly educated people understand the principle behind this.
This Simon is definitely not one of them, otherwise he would not be unaware that playing this cat and mouse "game" is just seeking death.
Sure enough, not long after, John and Zeus arrived at the Upper West Side.
They received a call from Simon at a street pay phone. After being successfully scared into a cold sweat by the other party, they realized that the other party was just teasing them when he said there were explosives in the trash can nearby.
Then they received their next mission, which was to rush back to the Wall Street subway station to answer the phone, so that they could resolve a new explosion crisis.
The two were extremely frustrated, but they had no choice but to continue on their journey. However, they discovered that... they had no car.
The other party asked them to go there by themselves, which meant that the car that followed from the police station nearby could not be used.
John was also very straightforward. He raised his police badge and walked to the middle of the street and stopped a taxi: "NYPD, I want to requisition your car... eh?"
As he spoke, he reached for the driver's door, but it didn't open.
The window of the car opened a tiny gap, and the black female driver inside laughed sarcastically: "You want to steal my car? Not to mention the NYPD, even the people from the Detective Department can't do it."
John was stunned: "How do you know I'm from the Detective Bureau?"
The black female driver was also stunned: "Are you from the Detective Bureau? There is a very handsome, young and generous guy in your place. What's his name?"
John automatically answered, "Luke?"
The female driver curled her lips: "Is he really his colleague? But you look like this... Tsk tsk."
Her eyes were drilling into John's face and head, revealing an expression of disgust.
John: "… We are in a hurry and need this car. You can find Luke at the detective station afterwards. I promise to return the car to you in good condition."
This is of course nonsense.
Given his well-known driving prowess throughout the headquarters, this car had to be sent to a repair shop for an overhaul after use.
But time was urgent and he couldn't care less, so he had to let Luke take the blame.
The female driver looked calm and raised her thumb to indicate the back seat: "What I am best at is rushing time."
John and Zeus looked at each other and got into the car immediately.
They had no time to waste, and it would be the same to find another car.
When they got in, the car didn't move.
The two saw the female driver pressing several buttons on the center console with one hand while operating her mobile phone with the other hand.
The sound coming from her phone was clearly the notification sound of new Feixun messages.
Zeus couldn't help it, relying on his equally dark complexion, he urged: "Hey, hottie, we are in a hurry."
"Kid, put away your cheap chatterbox. My name is Bell." The female driver didn't even look up, and looked at the message on her phone: "Even if you are in a hurry, you still have to be prepared. Besides, my time is very valuable. So where do you want to go?"
John: "112 Wall Street."
The female driver, Bell, finally looked up from her phone and asked, "How fast do you want it to be?"
Zeus has been paying attention to the watch on his hand: "Except the four minutes you wasted talking, we still have twenty-four minutes."
Bell curled his lips: "Five hundred dollars for the fare, pay first..."
At this point, she paused.
The clothes worn by these two people in front of me are worth less than two hundred dollars. The salary increase of NYPD police officers has long been known to the whole city, so it is no secret that their income is low.
She sighed, fished out a pair of large orange goggles and put them on. "Okay, since Luke asked, we can talk about the fare later. He has money anyway, so he won't default on his debt."
The two people in the back seat looked at each other: Five hundred dollars for the fare? You might as well rob someone!
They can't even come up with 50 yuan now, let alone 500 yuan.
This crazy woman really wanted so much for the fare, so they had no choice but to rob another taxi.
Bell turned back, put his phone into the center console, and put on his Bluetooth headset: "Passengers, please fasten your seat belts. The flight is about to take off. The estimated time is..."
She pressed the electronic watch on her wrist and started the countdown: "Twenty minutes and thirty seconds."
The two people in the back seat rolled their eyes, feeling that they were really unlucky today, getting involved in a bombing case and even meeting a lunatic when hailing a taxi.
It takes 20 minutes and 30 seconds to run 120 blocks from here to Wall Street. Are you kidding
John was too lazy to move. If he fastened his seat belt, it would take time to get out of the car.
Although Zeus didn't care, he was a civilian and always emphasized that he abides by the law. When he heard the reminder, he subconsciously fastened his seat belt.
In fact, the taxi's exterior underwent a number of detailed changes while Bell was talking to them.
A new air intake appeared on the front hood, a rear wing was raised at the rear of the car, the tires also changed shape, and the front and rear license plates and roof lights also became other numbers.
After saying "Twenty minutes and thirty seconds later", her hands had already fallen on the steering wheel and gearshift.
Buzz~
With a rapidly increasing roar of the engine, the transformed taxi rushed out.
John's head tilted back and was thrown against the backrest, with a huge push on his back.
Before he could come to his senses, the taxi began to sway rapidly from side to side, weaving in and out of traffic, rushing forward madly.
At this moment, John felt that he was not riding a car, but a roller coaster - the kind without a seat belt.
He was swinging around in the back seat, completely unaware of where he was.
Zeus, who was standing by, fastened his seat belt to avoid being rolled over with John.
But at this moment he could only grab the handle of the car door with one hand, his eyes wide open, his body stiffly looking forward, and he wanted to shout out, but his teeth were clenched tightly in fear and could not open at all.
A series of cars approached from the front and then quickly passed by, as if a car accident was about to happen at any time.
Zeus didn't know how fast the car was going. At least he had never driven at that speed on Manhattan roads, and he couldn't drive at that speed.
If he is lucky, he may be able to let the first, second, and third cars pass by him, but the ones after that are problems that even luck cannot solve.
What was even more terrifying was that at this moment John was rolling around in the back seat like a ball, and he was so scared that he felt like foaming at the mouth.
The crazy female driver in front, Bell, was actually still laughing, muttering from time to time: "That's great, baby! Finally I found a chance to try out these new devices in the city."
Zeus felt a chill in his heart: What new equipment? This is a taxi, not a fighter jet! Why is there a new equipment test
Bell was in high spirits.
Luke got her a lot of special parts for this car. They were great things that couldn't be bought anywhere else, so that was fine.
More importantly, he helped her upgrade the "brain" of this beloved "baby", so that a large amount of information could be read directly from the matching goggles.
Having adapted to the virtual interface on the goggles that moves as she pleases and can assist in operation, her driving skills have now reached a new level.