Chapter 1290 "Flying Over" Manhattan

After Bell's car was upgraded, its "brain" on-board computer could provide real-time traffic information on New York streets.

Although it is not as magical as the location of each car, the traffic conditions within one kilometer will be more detailed, and the traffic conditions on the forward route will be calculated in advance.

Bell, who is also a New York Geologist, can always take a step ahead and find a suitable route to move on, and there will be almost no traffic jams.

It was also when I contacted Luke just now and confirmed the identities of these two people that he said something to help as much as possible, so that she would expose the power of her baby in front of Tiaozi.

Who owed Luke a big favor when she asked her to change the car.

Of course Luke didn't care much.

He is now planning to entrap Brad, and the deal with the NYPD executives is progressing fast.

As long as Bell doesn't kill people in New York City, it's really easy for him to keep the "informer".

And through the surveillance 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.

Of course, the things that have been changed by him will be controlled by him, but in general, he will not be able to use them.

When passing through Midtown, in the face of several streets that were completely congested and unable to race, Bell decisively turned the steering wheel and rushed into the Central Park.

After surging through the park and scaring a bunch of pissing couples, the taxi ended up heading straight down a slope.

Zeus in the back looked at the rapidly approaching half of the coercion, almost scared to pee, his vocal cords turned into a drake's voice: "Wait, wait, there's no way there..."

Bell laughed: "I know there is no road, but my new device doesn't need a road." After speaking, he released the gear with his right hand and placed it above a crank handle.

Zeus' lips turned white: "What new equipment, you are just a taxi, not a plane! There is a wall behind it~~~~~~"

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

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

Bell also looked solemn, and his right hand moved gently on the crank handle. The car body that was shaking a little stabilized, and it flew over more than 20 meters lightly, passing over a large fountain below.

Most of the people sitting by the fountain just felt black, and then something seemed to buzz past.

When they looked up, they didn't see anything in the sky.

The taxi had already flown 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 it was only slightly bumpy in the end.

And when Bell's taxi landed on the street, there was a gap of more than ten meters, giving her enough time and space to adjust the body posture after landing.

It was only a few cars behind that slammed into the brakes, and then there were a few minor rear-end collisions.

So far, Bell has taken them through Central Park,

It also avoided the most congested area and continued to rush towards 112 Wall Street to the south.

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

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

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

Zeus: "The bad news is that we'll continue to "fly" over the remaining seventy blocks."

John followed his line of sight and looked at the front window, only then did he see a series of cars approaching frantically, and suddenly screamed: "It's about to hit~~~"

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

Zeus calmed down a lot, and although his face became more and more ugly, he finally stopped screaming.

Compared to the "flying" that almost flew his soul to the sky just now, he was used to this kind of situation.

He even thought about the funny performance of John squinting and squinting, and a sense of superiority emerged in his heart - look, this guy from the police station is actually not more courageous than me!

Ignoring the two screaming poor ghosts in the back row, Bell relied on his own driving skills and the real-time road condition information specially provided by Luke, and successfully arrived at the location within 21 minutes.

John and Zeus, two lucky and unlucky guys, arrived at the subway station a few minutes early, their faces turned blue, and after getting out of the subway, they did not go straight to the public phone, but walked to the roadside, and fell to their knees and wail. Vomit up.

Bell craned his neck and looked at the two with a smile: "Next time you want to take a car, you can call me."

The faces of the two of them were ashen: crazy to ride in your car again!

After a full minute, the two of them barely got up and staggered into the entrance of the subway station.

Luke also completed the rescue work at the last subway station in Brooklyn at this time, greeted Selena, and the two rushed directly to Wall Street.

Bell retracted his gaze and looked at his electronic watch, but was a little annoyed: "Damn, it's 15 seconds late. It's all because of the explosions today. This traffic jam is really bad..."

While muttering, a middle-aged white man with glasses from a suit opened the door and sat up: "JFK Airport. I have to catch a flight, so drive faster."

Bell hehe: "How fast?"

The middle-aged white man flicked his spectacles into his wallet, holding a few green knives in his hands. He took out two and threw them in the front row: "Two hundred dollars, as fast as you can."

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

The middle-aged white man really threw the remaining few US knives in his hand into the front row: "I wrote down your car number. If I can't do it, I will call and complain to you."

Bell has already grabbed the five hundred-dollar knives and rubbed them with his hands. It was not a counterfeit bill, and he immediately smiled: So my mother's five-hundred-dollar knives are here!

She turned her head and smiled brightly at the middle-aged man: "Please fasten your seat belt."

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

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

There was news from an acquaintance in his police station that he had better leave New York as soon as possible, because there may be a follow-up to the bombing.

Originally worried, he felt that it would be better for him to take a vacation. He should have taken a vacation.

So, he quickly booked a plane ticket to Los Angeles, where he planned to party with many hot girls for a few days, and avoid this empty cloth attack by the way.

Maybe the attack will make him rich.

But stay here, worrying about where you can think about making money in your own little life.

That's why he throws money so generously.

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

And Bell turned his head with a smile, hehe in his heart: Is it amazing to be rich? If you want to complain, just complain, anyway, this car number is not mine now.

She is not worried that she will not be able to make a complaint at the airport, but she is afraid that when she arrives at the airport, this person will complain to her instead.

After all, not everyone can accept a taxi driving at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour in the urban area.

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