One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-Nine Chapters, Big Sister, We Are in a Hurry

Luke doesn't think the other party can think of this, because not many people in this world have a clear understanding of big data.

In this group of criminals, perhaps only a small number of highly educated people understand the principle.

This Simon is definitely not one of them, otherwise he will not know that playing this "game" of cat and mouse is courting death.

Sure enough, not long after, John and Zeus arrived on the Upper West Side.

They received a call from Simon on a street public phone. After they were successfully scared into a cold sweat by the other party, they found out that the other party said that there were explosives in the trash can beside them, and they were completely amusing them.

Then they received the next task, rushing back to the Wall Street subway station to answer the phone, and they could defuse a new explosion crisis.

The two were extremely aggrieved, but they could only continue on the road, but at this time they found that... they had no car.

The other party asked them to go there by themselves, which means that the car following the police station next to them could not be used.

John was also very straightforward. He raised his police badge and walked into the middle of the street. He stopped a taxi: "nypd, I want to requisition your car... eh?"

As he spoke, he pulled the driver's door, but the door didn't open.

There was a slit in the car window, and the black female driver inside laughed sarcastically: "Want to rob my mother's car? Not to mention nypd, the police detective can't do it either."

John was taken aback: "How do you know I'm from the Detective's Bureau?"

The black female driver was also taken aback: "Are you from the Police Detective Bureau? What's the name of a handsome, young and generous guy in your place?"

John replied subconsciously, "Luke?"

The female driver pouted: "Is it really his colleague? But you are like this... tsk tsk."

Her eyes drilled on John's face and head, showing an expression of disgust.

John: "...We are in a hurry and need this car. Afterwards, you go to the police station to find Luke and make sure to return the car to you in good condition."

Of course this is bullshit.

With his well-known driving "valiant" level throughout the headquarters,

After the car is used, it must be overhauled in the garage.

But the time was urgent, and he couldn't care too much, so he could only let Luke take the blame.

The female driver's face was calm, and she raised her thumb and gestured to the back seat: "What I do best is to be in a hurry."

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

They have no time to waste, nor will they find other cars.

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

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

The movement from her mobile phone was obviously the reminder sound of Feixun's new news.

Zeus couldn't help it, and because he was also very dark, he urged: "Hey, hot girl, we are in a hurry."

"Boy, put away your sleazy conversation, my mother's name is Bell." The female driver didn't lift her head and looked at the message on her phone: "Be prepared to work in a hurry, and my time is very valuable. So Where do you want to go?"

John: "112 Wall Street."

The female driver Bell finally looked up from her phone and said, "How fast do you want to be?"

Zeus has been paying attention to the watch in his hand: "Except for the four minutes you waste talking, we still have twenty-four minutes."

Bell pouted: "Five hundred yuan for the fare, pay first..."

Having said that, her words stopped.

The two people in front of them don't have enough clothes to add up to $200. The incident of the nypd police's salary increase has long been known in the city, and the low income is naturally no secret.

She sighed, took out a pair of large orange goggles and put it on: "Okay, Luke has spoken, and the fare will be discussed later. Anyway, he has money and won't default on his bill."

The two people in the back seat peeked at each other: five hundred dollars for the fare? You might as well go grab it!

They can't collect fifty dollars on them now, let alone five hundred dollars.

This crazy woman really wants so much fare, they can only go and grab another taxi.

Bell turned around, stuck his phone in the center console, and put on a Bluetooth headset: "Please fasten your seat belts, the flight is about to take off, the estimated time..."

She pressed the electronic watch on her wrist and started the countdown: "Twenty and thirty seconds."

The two people in the back seat rolled their eyes, feeling that they were really unlucky today. They were involved in the bombing case, and they would encounter a neuropathy even if they blocked a rental.

Are you kidding me for 20 minutes and 30 seconds to run a hundred and twenty blocks from here to Wall Street?

John was too lazy to move at all, and it would take time to get out of the car if he fastened his seatbelt.

Although Zeus didn't care, but he was a commoner, and he always emphasized that he obeyed the law and fastened his seat belt subconsciously when he heard the reminder.

In fact, as Bell spoke to them, the cab's exterior had undergone a ton of detail changes.

The front hood has new air intakes, the rear wing is raised, the tires have switched shapes, and the front and rear license plates and dome lights have changed to other numbers.

After saying "Twenty and thirty seconds later", her hands were already on the steering wheel and gear.

hum~

With the roar of a rapidly increasing engine, the deformed taxi rushed out.

John tilted his head, was thrown on the backrest, and felt a huge push on his back.

Before he could regain his senses, the taxi began to swing rapidly from side to side, weaving back and forth in the traffic, rushing forward frantically.

At this point, John felt that he was not riding in a car, but a roller coaster or the kind that didn't wear a seat belt.

He was just tossing around in the back row, not knowing where he was.

Zeus, who was beside him, fastened his seatbelt to avoid the end of his journey with John.

But at the moment, he could only grab the handle on the car door with one hand, his eyes staring out of the boss's whites, and he looked forward stiffly.

A series of cars approached from the front, and then quickly brushed past, as if a car accident could happen anytime, anywhere.

Zeus didn't know how fast the car was now, at least he had never driven this speed on the roads of Manhattan, and couldn't drive it.

For those passing cars, if he is lucky, he may make the first, second, and third cars in the past, and the latter are problems that luck can't solve.

What's more frightening is that at this moment, John is rolling in the back row like a ball, and he is so scared that he wants to foam at the mouth.

Bell, the crazy female driver in front, was still laughing and babbling from time to time: "Enough, baby! It's a chance for me to try out these new devices in the city."

Zeus shivered: what new equipment? Is this a taxi, not a fighter jet! Why is there a new device test?

Bell was in high spirits.

This car Luke helped her get some special parts back, they are good things that can't be bought, that's all.

What's more, he helped her upgrade the "brain" of this beloved "baby", and then a lot of information can be read directly from the matching goggles.

Adapted to the virtual interface that can move freely on the goggles and assist the operation, her driving skills at this moment have reached a new level.