After the upgrade of Bell Car, its "brain" onboard computer can provide real-time traffic information on New York streets.
Although it is not as accurate as the location of every vehicle, the traffic conditions within one kilometer will be more detailed, and the traffic conditions on the route ahead will be calculated in advance.
Bell, who is also an expert on New York geography, is always one step ahead and can find the right route to continue on his way, so there is almost no traffic jam.
It was because when she contacted Luke just now and confirmed the identities of these two people, he said that he would try his best to help, so she revealed the power of her baby in front of the cops.
It was because she owed Luke a favor when she modified the car.
Luke certainly didn't care much.
He is now planning to trick Brad, and the deal with the NYPD top brass is going on quickly.
As long as Bell doesn't kill anyone in New York City, it will be easy for him to keep this "informant".
And through the surveillance camera in Bell's car, he could also see John rolling around in the back seat, and Zeus, whose face was a little gray with fear.
Things that he has modified personally will of course be under his control, but he simply cannot use them under normal circumstances.
When passing through Midtown, facing severe congestion and several streets where speeding was not possible, Bell decisively turned the steering wheel and rushed into Central Park.
After speeding through the park and scaring a bunch of affectionate couples, the taxi finally rushed straight down a slope.
Zeus, who was behind, was almost frightened to death when he saw the rapidly approaching half-coercion. His vocal cords became like a duck's voice: "Wait, wait, there is no way there..."
Bell laughed: "I know there is no road, but my new equipment doesn't need a road." As he said that, he released the gear with his right hand and placed it on a crank.
Zeus' lips turned pale. "What new equipment? This is just a taxi, not a plane! There's a wall behind it."
With a long scream, the taxi rushed to the highest point of the slope, and then... flew up.
At this moment, two delta wings have extended from both sides of the car body, providing the taxi with additional lift.
Bell's expression also became serious, and his right hand moved gently on the crank. The car body, which was originally shaking a little, stabilized and flew lightly over more than 20 meters, passing over a large fountain below.
Most of the people sitting by the fountain just felt a black sensation above their heads, and then something seemed to be buzzing past.
When they looked up, they didn't see anything in the sky.
However, the taxi had already flown out of the outermost iron fence and landed on a street with a thud.
But unlike the violent bumps Zeus had imagined, he felt a reverse thrust coming from under the car before it landed, and in the end it was only slightly bumpy.
Moreover, when Bell's taxi landed on the street, there happened to be a gap of more than ten meters, giving her enough time and space to adjust the car's posture after landing.
Only a few cars behind were frightened and braked suddenly, and then a few minor rear-end collisions occurred.
At this point, Bell had led them through Central Park, avoided the most congested areas, and continued to rush south to 112 Wall Street.
At this time, John finally straightened his body, and then fastened his seat belt with the help of Zeus, looking out the window with a blank face: "Ah, where are we?"
Zeus: "The good news is that we have already "flown" over fifty blocks, and only have half the way to go."
John shook his dizzy head and said, "That must be bad news, right?"
Zeus: "The bad news is that we still have to fly through the remaining seventy blocks."
John followed his line of sight and looked out the front window, only then did he see the series of cars approaching madly, and immediately screamed: "It's going to hit~~~"
He was just rolling around just now, so there was no way to see this kind of intuitive impact.
Zeus calmed down a lot. Although his expression became more and more ugly, he finally stopped screaming.
Compared to the "fly" that almost made his soul fly to heaven just now, he has become accustomed to this kind of situation.
He even had the mind to glance at John's funny behavior beside him, and a sense of superiority arose in his heart - look, this guy from the Detective Bureau is actually not more courageous than me!
Ignoring the two poor guys who were screaming in the back seat, Bell relied on his driving skills and the real-time traffic information provided by Luke, and successfully arrived at the destination within 21 minutes.
John and Zeus, two lucky yet unlucky guys, arrived at the subway station a few minutes early. They got off the subway with blue faces and trembling legs, but they did not run straight to the pay phone immediately. Instead, they walked to the side of the road, knelt down and vomited.
Bell craned his neck to look at the two of them with a smile: "Next time you want to take a ride, you can call me."
The two men looked as pale as death: Only a lunatic would ride in your car again!
After a full minute, the two of them managed to get up and staggered into the subway station entrance.
At this time, Luke had also completed the rescue work at the last subway station in Brooklyn. He called Selina and the two of them headed directly to Wall Street.
Bell retracted his gaze and looked at his electronic watch, feeling a little annoyed: "Damn, I'm fifteen seconds late. It's all because of the explosions today. The traffic jam is really terrible..."
While I was muttering, a middle-aged white man in a suit and glasses opened the door and got in: "JFK Airport. I have a flight to catch, so drive faster."
Bell chuckled: "How fast?"
The white middle-aged man with glasses casually pulled out a few green US dollars from his wallet. He took out two and threw them to the front row: "Two hundred dollars, drive as fast as you can."
Bell raised an eyebrow: "With what you have, you can be standing at the gate of Kennedy Airport in half an hour."
The white middle-aged man haha, and actually threw all the remaining US dollars in his hand to the front seat: "I wrote down your license plate number. If you can't do it, I will call to complain about you."
Bell had already grabbed the five $100 bills, rubbed them together, and found they were not counterfeit. He immediately smiled: So here are my five hundred dollars!
She turned her head and smiled brightly at the middle-aged man: "Please fasten your seat belts."
The middle-aged white man was a little impatient, but he did it anyway.
He is a rich man and his life is precious.
An acquaintance within the police station told him that he had better leave New York as soon as possible because there might be follow-up to the bombing.
He was already feeling anxious, so he thought it would be better to give himself a holiday. He deserved a holiday anyway.
So he quickly booked a flight to Los Angeles, planning to party with lots of hot girls there for a few days and avoid the air raid.
Maybe this attack will make him rich.
But if I stay here and worry about my life, how can I think about opportunities to make money
That's why he throws money around so generously.
Leave early, be safe early, and make money early.
Bell smiled and turned his head, thinking: What's so great about being rich? If I want to complain, I can complain. Anyway, the license plate number is not mine now.
She was not worried about not being able to make it to the airport to file a complaint, but she was afraid that after arriving at the airport, this person would complain about her instead.
After all, not everyone can accept a taxi speeding at 100 kilometers per hour in the city.
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