Super Detective in the Fictional World

With the upgrade of Bell Love, its "brain” in-car computer provides real-time traffic information on New York streets.

Although not as illusory as the exact location of each vehicle, traffic within a kilometre will be more detailed and traffic on the way forward will be calculated in advance.

Bell, who is also geographically connected to New York, always moves one step ahead of time to find the right route to continue, with little congestion,

It was also when she contacted Luke just now to identify them, and he said to do her best to expose her baby in front of the cops.

Who owes Luke a debt of gratitude when she changes the car.

Of course Luke doesn't care.

He's now plotting a pit for Brad, and the deal with NYPD executives is going fast.

As long as Bell doesn't kill anybody in New York City, it's not hard to keep this "informant” alive.

And through the surveillance on Bell, he could see John rolling around in the back seat, and Zeus with a little grey face.

Anything he changes with his own hands will of course be subject to his manipulation, but generally he just doesn't need it.

While passing through Midtown, in the face of overwhelming congestion, several streets that could not be rushed, Bell made a dozen decisive steering wheels and rushed into Central Park.

After rushing into the park, scaring a bunch of me and my couple, the taxi ended up heading straight for a slope.

Zeus in the back looked at the rapidly approaching half-cutting coercion, almost scared the piss, and the vocal cords turned into a duck's voice: “Wait, wait, there's no way...”

Belhaha laughed, “I know there's no way, but my new device doesn't need a way.” He said that his right hand loosened the barrier and placed it on top of a shank.

Zeus lips are white: "What new equipment, you're just a taxi, not a plane! There's a wall behind it."

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

At this point, two triangular wings have been detected on both sides of the vehicle, providing an extra lift to the taxi.

Bell also solemnly raised his face, his right hand gently moving on the shackle, some of the shaking body had calmed down, flying lightly over more than twenty meters, over a large fountain below.

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

When they looked up, they didn't see anything above.

Taxis have flew out of the outermost fence and landed on a street.

But unlike Zeus' imaginary turbulence, he felt a counterthrust coming from under him before the car landed, and ended up with just a little turbulence.

And when Bell's taxi landed on the street, there was just over a ten-meter gap that gave her plenty of time and space to adjust her body posture after landing.

There were a few cars in the back that scared the emergency brakes, and then there were a few minor tail chase accidents.

As a result, Bell has taken them through Central Park and avoided the most heavily congested areas, continuing to storm south on 112 Wall Street.

At this point, John finally corrected his body and fastened his seat belt with Zeus's help, looking out the window blindly: "Ah, where are we? ”

Zeus: “The good news is, we've flown over 50 blocks, only half the way. ”

John dumps his dizzy head: “That must be bad news, right? ”

Zeus: “The bad news is, we're going to continue flying over the remaining seventy blocks. ”

John followed his gaze and looked at the front window. This was when he saw a series of crazy approaching cars, and he screamed, "We're going to crash ~ ~ ~"

He was all rolling around, and where can you see this intuitive impact?

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

He was used to this scenario compared to the “flying” that almost went up in his soul.

Even, he had a sense of superiority in his mind when he gauged John's funny behavior with his oblique eyes —— look, this detective guy doesn't actually have the guts to do it any more than I do!

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

Two lucky, unlucky guys, John and Zeus, arrived a few minutes early at the subway station, blushing, fighting on their legs. After getting off the ground, they didn't rush straight to the pay phone, but walked to the side of the road and puked on their knees and vomited.

Bell smiled and stretched his neck to look at the two: “Next time you want to ride, you can call me. ”

Two faces are dead: you're crazy to get in your car again!

A minute later, the two men barely got up and rushed into the entrance to the subway station.

Luke also finished rescuing the last subway station in Brooklyn, greeting Serena, and the two headed straight 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 the blame for the explosions today, this traffic is so bad..."

Whispering, white glasses from a suit opened the door in the middle of the year and sat up: "Kennedy Airport. I have to catch a plane, so drive faster. ”

Bel: “How fast? ”

Middle-aged white glasses smoked in his wallet, several green oil knives pinched in his hand, and he pulled two out of his hand and threw them in the front row: “Two hundred knives, as fast as you can drive. ”

Bell picks the eyebrows: “Together, you'll be standing in front of Kennedy Airport in half an hour. ”

White middle-aged, really throwing all the remaining knives in the front row: "I've got your car number down. If you can't, I'll call you to complain. ”

Bell has grabbed the five hundred beautiful knives and rubbed them, not the counterfeit money. He smiled and opened his face: Here is my 500 beautiful knife!

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

White middle-aged people are a little impatient, but still do it.

He's a rich man, and his life is worth a fortune.

He had a tip from an inside acquaintance at the police station that he'd better get out of New York, as the bombing might still be followed up.

He thought it would be better if he gave himself a vacation, which he should have.

So he quickly booked a plane ticket to Los Angeles, where he was planning to party with a bunch of hot girls for a few days, while avoiding the blank attack.

Perhaps the attack could also make him rich.

But stay here and worry about where your little life leads you to think about opportunities to make money.

That's why he throws money so big.

Leave early, be safe early, make money early.

And Bell smiled and turned his head, and he said, "Is it great to have money?" Complain if you want, but this car number is not mine anyway.

Instead of worrying about not being able to make it to the airport to eat complaints, she was afraid that when she arrived at the airport, the man would complain about her.

After all, a 100 km/h taxi in the city is not acceptable to everyone.

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