Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke doesn't think they can think of that, because not many people in the world have a clear idea of big data right now.

Perhaps only a handful of highly educated people in this group of criminals understand the principles.

This Simon is definitely not one of them, otherwise he wouldn't be unaware that playing this “game” of cat rats is looking for death.

Soon after, John and Zeus arrived on the Upper West Side.

They received a call from Simon on a street pay phone and were scared to death by a cold sweat before they found out that there was explosives in the garbage can around them, which was a complete joke.

And then they got their next assignment, and they went back to the Wall Street subway station to pick up the phone, and that would solve the new explosion crisis.

The two of them were overwhelmed, but could only continue on the road, but at this point they found that... they didn't have a car.

They were asked to go by themselves, which means that the car that was followed by the next police station could not be used.

John was just as bright, lifting his badge and walking into the middle of the street, stopping a taxi: "NYPD, I'm going to requisition your car... eh? ”

He said to pull the driver's door, but it didn't open.

The window opened with a stitch, and the black woman driver laughed sarcastically: "Want to grab my car? Don't say NYPD, not even the detectives. ”

John stunned: "How did you know I was a detective? ”

The black woman driver also stunned: "Are you from the police station? You have a very handsome, very young, very generous young man there. ”

John answered subconsciously, "Luke? ”

The chauffeur leaves her mouth shut: "Are you really his colleague? But you look like this... Tsk. ”

Her eyes drilled over John's face and head, revealing a disgusting expression.

John: "... we're in a hurry, we need this car, and then you go to the police station to find Luke and make sure you get it back to you undamaged. ”

This is bullshit, of course.

To the extent that he was known to drive "bravely” throughout his headquarters, the vehicle had to undergo major repairs at the garage after being used.

But the time was urgent, and he couldn't care less, so he had to let Luke back the pot.

The lady driver's face was calm and her thumb was lifted to indicate the back seat: “I'm best at rushing. ”

John and Zeus looked at each other and immediately drilled into the car.

They don't have time to waste. It's the same with other cars.

When they got on, the car didn't move.

The two saw the female driver pushing several buttons on the console with one hand, while the other hand was operating the phone.

The movement she uploaded on her phone was clearly a reminder of the new message from Feixin.

Zeus couldn't help but say, "Hey, hot girl, we're in a hurry. ”

“Kid, put your shitty hiccup away. My name is Belle.” The lady driver doesn't lift her head, she looks at the message on the phone: “I have to be ready in a hurry, and my time is valuable. So where do you think you're going? ”

John: “112 Wall Street. ”

The woman driver Bell finally looked up from her cell phone and said, "How soon do you want to get there? ”

Zeus has been watching the watch on his hands: "We have 24 minutes to go, except for the four minutes you've wasted talking. ”

Bell whispered: “Five hundred yuan fare, pay first...”

Speaking of which, she paused.

Neither of these two men had enough clothes to add up to 200 knives in front of them, and the NYPD police raises were well known throughout the city, and low incomes were naturally no secret.

She sighed and grabbed a wide orange goggles and put them on: "Well, Luke opened his mouth and the fare was later. Anyway, he's rich, and he won't cheat. ”

Two people in the back seat look at each other: $500 for a knife? You might as well rob it!

They can't even get 50 bucks on them right now. Don't say 500 bucks.

This crazy bitch is really paying so much for the ride, they have to grab another taxi.

Bell turns around, puts the card in the center console, and brings the Bluetooth headset: “Please fasten your seatbelt, the flight is about to take off, it is expected to take...”

She pressed the watch on her wrist and started counting down: “Twenty minutes and thirty seconds. ”

The two people in the back seat turned a white eye and felt like they were in real bad luck today, mixed up in an explosion, even stopping a cab to meet a psychopath.

It's 120 blocks to Wall Street. 20 minutes, 30 seconds. Are you kidding me?

John was too lazy to move at all. If he fastened his seat belt, he would have to wait until he got off.

Zeus doesn't care, but he's a civilian, always stressing his discipline and keeping his seat belt on when he hears a reminder.

In fact, as Bell spoke to them, there were a lot of changes in the look of the taxi.

Front and rear license plates and headlights have become other numbers as the front cover has a new air inlet, the rear rear rear lifts the tail wing, and the tires have changed shape.

After saying "twenty minutes and thirty seconds later," her hands had fallen on the steering wheel and the platoon.

Buzz ~

In a burst of bursting engine noise, the deformed taxi jumped out.

John looked up in his head, dumped on his back, huge push-back sensation.

Without waiting for him to look back, the taxi started swinging rapidly left and right, traveling back and forth in the traffic, going wildly forward.

John felt like he wasn't in a car, he was in a roller coaster —— or he wasn't wearing a seat belt.

He just dumped the whole guy in the back row and had no idea where he was.

Zeus on one side fastened his seat belt, avoiding what happened with John.

But at this moment, he could only grab the handle on the door with one hand, his eyes staring out at the boss white, looking rigidly in front of him, his mouth trying to shout, but his teeth closed so tightly that he couldn't open them.

A string of cars jumped from the front and then quickly rubbed past, seemingly causing an accident anytime, anywhere.

Zeus doesn't know how fast the car is right now, at least he's never driven out of Manhattan.

Those passing cars, he might be lucky enough to get the first, second and third car back in the day, but luck won't solve the problem.

And what's even scarier is that right now, John's like a ball rolling in the back row, and he's scared to spit foam in his mouth.

The crazy driver in front, Belle, was still laughing, nagging from time to time: "Enough, baby! Kind of gave me a chance to try these new devices downtown. ”

Zeus Chills: What New Device? This is a fucking taxi, okay, not a fighter plane! Why are there new equipment tests?

Bell was thrilled.

Luke got her some specialty parts back, and they were good things she couldn't even buy, that's all.

More importantly, he helped her upgrade the “brain” of her beloved “baby” and then a lot of information could be read directly from the matching goggles.

Adapting to the virtual interface that moves freely on the goggles and aids in operation, her driving skills have reached a new level.