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Chapter 1274 Chapter 1290 "Flying Over" Manhattan (1 update)

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    After Bell¡¯s car is upgraded, its ¡°brain¡± on-board computer can provide real-time traffic information on New York streets.

    Although it is not as precise as the location of each vehicle, 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 well versed in New York geography, can always be one step ahead and find a suitable route to move on, with almost no traffic jams.

    It was also when she contacted Luke just now and confirmed the identities of these two people that he said he would try his best to help, so she would reveal the power of her treasure in front of the note.

    Who told her to owe Luke a favor when she modified this car?

    Of course Luke didn¡¯t care too much.

    He is now planning to trick Brad, and the transaction with the top management of NYPD is proceeding quickly.

    As long as Bell doesn't kill anyone in New York City, it's not difficult for him to keep this "informant."

    ¡°And through the surveillance camera on Bell¡¯s car, he could also 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 subject to his control, but under normal circumstances he will not be able to use them.

    When passing through the central city, faced with a few streets that were completely congested and unable to race, Bell decisively turned the steering wheel and rushed into the Central Park.

    After driving wildly through the park and scaring the piss out of a bunch of lovers, the taxi ended up heading straight down a slope.

    Zeus from behind looked at the rapidly approaching menace and almost peed in fear. His vocal cords turned into a drake voice: "Wait, wait, there is no road there"

    Bell laughed loudly: "I know there is no road, but my new equipment doesn't need a road." As he said this, he released the gear with his right hand and placed it on top of a crank handle.

    Zeus¡¯s lips turned white: ¡°What new equipment? This is just a taxi, not a plane! There is a wall behind it~~~~~¡±

    With a prolonged scream, the taxi rushed to the highest point of the slope, and then flew up.

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

    Bell also looked solemn, and moved his right hand gently on the crank handle. The originally swaying car body stabilized, and flew lightly over more than twenty meters, passing by a large fountain below.

    Most of the people sitting by the fountain felt their heads go dark, and then something seemed to 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 Zeus imagined, he felt a reverse thrust coming from under him before the car landed. In the end, it was only a slight bump.

    ¡°And when Bell¡¯s taxi landed on this street, there happened to be a gap of more than ten meters, giving her enough time and space to adjust the posture of the car after landing.

    ¡°There were just a few cars behind that made them brake suddenly, and then there were a few minor rear-end collisions.

    By now, Bell had led them through Central Park, avoiding the most congested areas, and continued to rush towards 112 Wall Street in the south.

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

    Zeus: "The good news is that we have "flyed" over fifty blocks and only half of the way is left."

    John shook his dizzy head: "Then there must be bad news, right?"

    Zeus: "The bad news is, we still have to fly through the remaining seventy blocks."

    John followed his line of sight and looked at the front window, and then saw the series of cars approaching crazily, and immediately screamed: "We're about to hit him~~~"

    He was rolling around just now, where could you see such an intuitive impact.

    Zeus calmed down a lot. Although his face became increasingly ugly, he finally stopped screaming.

    "Compared to the "flying" moment when his soul almost flew into the sky just now, he was already used to this kind of scene.

    He even had the intention to squint at John's funny performance, and a sense of superiority arose in his heart - look, this guy from the detective bureau is actually no more courageous than me!

    Ignoring the two poor guys in the back row who were yelling blindly, Bell relied on his driving skills and the real-time traffic information specially provided by Luke to successfully arrive at the location within twenty-one minutes.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?? and Zeus, two lucky and unlucky guys, arrived at the subway station a few minutes early. Their faces were blue and their legs were trembling. After getting off the train, they did not go straight to the public phone immediately. Instead, they walked to the side of the road and knelt down.  Vomited.

    Bell stretched his neck and looked at the two of them with a smile: "If you want to take a ride next time, you can call me."

    The two of them looked ashen as if they were dead: I¡¯m crazy to get in your car again!

    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 looked away and looked at his electronic watch, but he was a little annoyed: "Damn, it's fifteen seconds late. It's all because of the bombings today. The traffic jam is really terrible"

    While he was muttering, a middle-aged white man in a suit and glasses opened the door and got in: "JFK Airport. I have to catch a flight, so drive faster."

    Bell hehe: "How fast?"

    The middle-aged white man with glasses casually took a swipe from his wallet and held a few green knives in his hand. He casually took out two and threw them into the front row: "Two hundred dollars, drive as fast as you want."

    Bell raised his eyebrows: "With those in your hands, you can stand at the gate of JFK Airport in half an hour."

    Hehe, the middle-aged white man actually threw all the remaining cards in his hand to the front row: "I've written down your car number. If you can't do it, I'll call you to complain."

    Bell had already grabbed the five one-hundred-dollar bills. He rubbed his hands and saw that they were not counterfeit bills. He immediately smiled and said, "So my five-hundred-dollar bills are here!"

    She turned to the middle-aged man with a bright smile: "Please fasten your seat belt."

    The middle-aged white man was a little impatient, but he still did as he was told.

    He is a rich man and his life is precious.

    An acquaintance inside the police station sent him news, telling him to leave New York as soon as possible because the bombing may have consequences.

    Since he was worried at first, he thought it would be better to give himself a holiday. He should also take a holiday.

    So, he quickly booked a flight to Los Angeles, where he planned to party with many hot girls for a few days and avoid the air raid.

    ¡°Maybe this attack will make him rich.

    But if you stay here, worrying about your own life, you will have no time to think about opportunities to make money.

    That¡¯s why he threw money away so generously.

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

    And Bell turned around with a smile, thinking in his mind: Is it great to be rich?  If you want to complain, just complain. Anyway, the car number is not mine now.

    She was not worried about not being able to make it to the airport to complain, but she was worried that after arriving at the airport, this person would complain about her instead.

    After all, not everyone can accept a taxi traveling at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour in the city.

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