After the upgrade of Bell's car, its "brain" on-board computer can provide real-time traffic information on New York streets.
Although it is not as accurate as the unreal location of each car, the traffic situation within one kilometer will be more detailed, and the traffic situation on the forward route will be calculated in advance.
Bell, who is also an expert in New York geography, can always go one step ahead and find a suitable route to move on, with almost no traffic jams.
It was also when I contacted Luke just now and confirmed the identities of the two, he said to help as much as possible, so she would reveal how powerful her baby is in front of the note.
Who owed Luke a big favor when she changed this car.
Of course Luke didn't care much.
He is now planning to cheat Brad, and the deal with the nypd executives is progressing rapidly.
As long as Bell didn't kill anyone in New York City, he wouldn't have a hard time keeping his "informant."
And through the monitoring on Bell's car, he could still see John rolling around in the back seat, and Zeus, whose black face was a little gray with fright.
Things that have been modified by him will of course be controlled by him, but it's just that he can't use them under normal circumstances.
When passing through the Midtown, Bell turned the steering wheel resolutely and rushed into the Central Park in the face of a few streets that were completely congested and unable to drag the car.
After driving wildly in the park and scaring a bunch of lovers who love me, the taxi finally heads straight for a slope.
Seeing the half threat that was approaching rapidly, Zeus in the back almost peed in fright, his vocal cords turned into a male voice: "Wait, wait, there's no way there..."
Bell laughed loudly: "I know there is no way, but my new equipment doesn't need a way." He released the gear with his right hand and put it on top of a crank handle.
Zeus's lips turned white: "What new equipment, you are just a taxi, not an airplane! Behind that is a ~~~~~ wall~~~~~"
With a long scream, the taxi rushed to the highest point of the slope, and then... flew.
At this moment, two delta wings protruded from both sides of the car body, providing the taxi with an extra lift.
Bell also looked serious, and gently moved his right hand on the crank handle. The shaking body of the car stabilized, and it flew over more than 20 meters lightly, passing a large fountain below.
Most of the people sitting by the fountain felt their heads go black, and then something seemed to buzz and fly past.
When they looked up, they didn't see anything in the sky.
The taxi flew out of the outermost iron fence and landed on a street with a bang.
But unlike the violent bumps that Zeus imagined, before the car landed, he felt a reverse thrust coming from under him, and in the end it was only slightly bumpy.
Moreover, when Bell's taxi landed on this street, there happened to be a gap of more than ten meters, which gave her enough time and space to complete the adjustment of the car's posture after landing.
It was just that a few cars behind were scared to brake suddenly, and then there were a few minor rear-end collisions.
So far, Bell has led them through Central Park, avoided the most congested area, and continued to rush towards 112 Wall Street in the south.
At this time, John finally straightened his body, and with the help of Zeus, he fastened his seat belt, and looked out the window with a blank face: "Ah, where are we?"
Zeus: "The good news is, we've 'flyed' over fifty blocks and we're only halfway there."
John shook his dizzy head: "There must be bad news, right?"
Zeus: "The bad news is, we have to keep 'flying' the remaining seventy blocks."
John followed his line of sight and looked towards the front window, only then did he see a series of cars approaching crazily, and immediately screamed: "It's about to hit~~~"
He was rolling around just now, where can he see this intuitive impact.
Zeus calmed down a lot. Although his face became more and more ugly, he finally stopped screaming.
Compared with the "flying" that almost took his soul to the sky just now, he is already used to this kind of situation.
He even thought about squinting at John's funny performance beside him, a sense of superiority welled up in his heart—look, this guy from the police department is actually no more courageous than me!
Ignoring the two barking poor ghosts in the back row, Bell relied on his driving skills and the real-time traffic information specially provided by Luke to reach the location within 21 minutes.
Two lucky and unlucky guys, John and Zeus, arrived at the subway station a few minutes earlier, their faces were blue, and after getting off the bus, they didn't go straight to the payphone, but walked to the side of the road, fell to their knees and wowed Vomit.
Bell stretched his neck and looked at the two with a smile: "If you want to take a car next time, you can call me."
The faces of the two of them were ashen ashes: I'm only going to ride your car again because I'm crazy!
After a full minute, the two reluctantly got up and staggered into the entrance of the subway station.
At this time, Luke also completed the rescue work at the last subway station in Brooklyn, greeted Selina, and the two rushed directly to Wall Street.
Bell withdrew his gaze and looked at his electronic watch, but was a little annoyed: "Damn, it's fifteen seconds late. It's all because of the bombings today. The traffic jam is too severe..."
While muttering, a middle-aged man with white glasses from a suit opened the door and sat up: "Kennedy Airport. I have to catch a plane, so drive faster."
Bell hehe: "How fast?"
The middle-aged man with white glasses pulled out his wallet casually, holding a few shiny green knives in his hands, he took out two and threw them in the front row: "Two hundred dollars, open as fast as you can."
Bell raised his eyebrows: "With those in your hands, you can stand at the gate of Kennedy Airport within half an hour."
The middle-aged white man, hehe, really threw all the remaining US knives in the front row: "I wrote down your car number. If I can't do it, I'll call you and complain."
Bell had already grabbed the five one-hundred-dollar bills and rubbed them with his hands. They were not counterfeit bills, and his face burst into a smile: so my mother's five-hundred-dollar bills are here!
She turned her head and smiled brightly at the middle-aged man: "Please fasten your seat belt."
The middle-aged white guy got a little impatient, but did it anyway.
He is a rich man, and his life is precious.
He had news from an inside acquaintance in the police station that he had better leave New York as soon as possible, because there might be follow-up to the bombing.
Originally worried, he felt that it would be better to take a vacation for himself, and he should also have a vacation.
So, he hurriedly booked a plane ticket to Los Angeles, planning to have a few days of carnival with many hot girls there, and avoid the empty cloth attack by the way.
Maybe the attack could make him rich.
But staying here, worrying about his own life, where would he think about opportunities to make money.
That's why he threw money so generously.
Leave sooner, be safe sooner, and earn money sooner.
And Bell turned his head with a smile, hehe in his heart: Isn't it amazing to be rich? If you want to complain, you can complain, anyway, the car number is not mine now.
She wasn't worried about not being able to make it to the airport to complain, but she was afraid that this guy would complain to her after arriving at the airport.
After all, not everyone can accept a taxi with a speed of 100 kilometers per hour in the urban area.
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