After the Bell Car upgrade, its "brain" on-board computer can provide real-time traffic information on New York streets.

Although it is not so mysterious as to the 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.

Itself is also a Bell of New York Geographic. It can always move one step ahead to find a suitable route to continue, and there is almost no traffic jam.

I also contacted Luke just now, and when I confirmed the identity of the two, he said something to help as much as possible before she exposed her baby's strength in front of the note.

Who owed Luke's favor when changing her car?

Of course, Baluch didn't care much.

He is now planning a pit Brad, and transactions with NYPD executives are proceeding fast.

As long as Bell doesn't hit someone in New York City, he wants to keep this "informant" without any difficulty.

And through the surveillance on Bell's car, he could still see John rolling around in the back seat, and Zeus, who was a little gray and scared.

After he has changed things by himself, of course, he will be under his control, but in general, he will not use them.

When passing through Zhongcheng District, Bell faced a few congested streets and couldn't drive the car. Bell decisively steered the steering wheel and rushed into Central Park.

After violently advancing in the park, scaring a bunch of Qingqing and my couple, the taxi finally went straight to a slope.

Zeus behind him looked at the approaching half-coercion, almost scared the urine, and the vocal cords became male duck voices: "Wait, wait, there's no way ..."

Bell haha ​​laughed: "I know there is no way, but my new equipment doesn't need a way." He said that he released the gear with his right hand and put it over a rocker.

Zeus' lips turned white: "What new equipment, you are just a taxi, not an airplane! Then the wall is behind ~~~~~~~~~~~"

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 been detected on both sides of the car body, providing an extra lift to the taxi.

Bell Baer also looked solemnly, and his right hand moved gently on the handle. The originally shaking car body stabilized, fluttered more than 20 meters, and passed a large fountain below.

Most of the people sitting beside the fountain just felt a black on their heads, and then it seemed like something was buzzing past.

I waited for them to look up, but didn't see anything above.

Taxi has flew out of the outer fence of the iron fence and crashed onto a street.

But unlike the severe bumps that Zeus imagined, before the car landed, he felt a reverse thrust coming from him, and finally only a little bump.

Also, when Bell's taxi landed on this street, a gap of more than ten meters just appeared, allowing her enough time and space to complete the adjustment of the body posture after landing.

I also had several cars behind me scared to make an emergency brake, and then there were only a few minor rear-end accidents.

At this point, Bell has taken them through the Central Park, avoiding the most congested areas, and continued to surge towards 112 Wall Street to the south.

At this time, John finally straightened his body, then fastened his seat belt with the help of Zeus, and stared blankly out the window: "Ah, where are we?"

Zeus: "The good news is that we have" flyed "over 50 blocks and only half the road is left."

John shook his dizzy head: "So there must be bad news?"

Zeus: "The bad news is that we will continue to" fly "over the remaining 70 blocks."

John followed his line of sight and looked to the window in front, and then saw the madly approaching series of cars, and immediately screamed, "I'm going to crash ~~~"

He was rolling around just now, where can I see this intuitive impact.

Zeus calmed a lot. Although his face became more and more ugly, he finally stopped calling.

He is used to this kind of scene compared to the "fly" that almost sent the soul to heaven just now.

Even, he had his eyes squinted at John's comical performance next to him, and a sense of superiority sprang up in his heart-look, this police detective guy is actually not braver than me!

Ignoring the two poor screaming poor ghosts in the back row, Bell successfully arrived at the location within 21 minutes by relying on his car skills and real-time traffic information provided by Luke.

John and Zeus, two lucky and unlucky guys, arrived at the subway station a few minutes in advance, their faces turned blue, and after fighting the underground car with their legs, they did not go straight to the public telephone, but walked to the side of the road, kneeled and fell down. Throw up.

Bell Bell extended his neck with a smile and looked at them: "I want to take a car next time, you can call me."

The two faces are as dead as they are: Only neuropathy will ride in your car again!

After a full minute, the two men got up and rushed into the subway station entrance.

At this time, Baluk also completed the rescue work of the last subway station in Brooklyn, greeted Selina, and the two rushed directly to Wall Street.

Bell Bell looked back and looked at his electronic watch, but was a little annoyed: "Damn, it's 15 seconds late. It's all because of today's bombings, this car is too bad ..."

I was muttering. A white man with glasses from a suit opened the door and sat up in the middle age. "JFK Airport. I want to catch a plane, so drive faster."

Bell Hehe: "How fast?"

The middle-aged white man drew a handful of wallets in his wallet and squeezed a few green knives in his hand. He pulled out two of them and threw them to the front row: "Two hundred dollars, open as fast as possible."

Bell raised an eyebrow: "The ones on your hands together, you can stand in front of JFK Airport in half an hour."

The white man is middle-aged. He really threw all the remaining beautiful knives on the front row: "I wrote down your car number. If I can't, I will call you to complain."

Bell Bell has already grabbed the five hundred-dollar knives and rubbed them. It is not a counterfeit banknote. He immediately smiled: the old lady's five-hundred-dollar knife is here!

扭 She turned around and smiled brightly at the middle-aged: "Please fasten your seat belts ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ White middle-aged people are a little impatient, but they still do.

He is a rich man, and his life is precious.

There was news from inside acquaintances at the police station that he had better leave New York as soon as the bombings may have follow-up.

He originally thought in his heart that he thought it was better to take a vacation for himself, and he should have been on vacation too.

As a result, he quickly booked a ticket to Los Angeles, ready to party with a lot of hot girls there for a few days, by the way to avoid this empty cloth attack.

Maybe the attack could make him rich.

But stay here, worrying about where I have a small life to think about the opportunity to make money.

That's why he threw money so generously.

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

And Bell smiled and turned his head, huh in his heart: rich is amazing? If you want to make a complaint, you should complain. Anyway, this car number is not mine.

She is not worried that she will not arrive at the airport to have a complaint, but that she will complain to her when she arrives at the airport.

After all, taxis flying at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour in urban areas are not acceptable to everyone.

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