Luke didn't think the other party could think of that, because not many people in this world had a clear understanding of big data.
Within the criminal community, perhaps only a small portion of extremely knowledgeable individuals would understand the principles behind this.
This Simon definitely wasn't one of them, or he would have known that playing this cat and mouse "game" was courting death.
Sure enough, John and Zeus arrived on the Upper West Side not long after.
They received a call from Simon at a public phone on the street. After breaking out in a cold sweat, they realized that the other party had been teasing them when he said that there were explosives in the trash can next to him.
They then received their next mission: to rush back to the subway station on Wall Street to answer the call, and they would be able to avert the new explosion crisis.
The two of them were extremely aggrieved, but they could only continue on their way. But at that moment, they realized … that they didn't have a car.
The other party had asked them to go there on their own, which meant that they couldn't use the car from the police department.
John raised his badge and stopped a taxi in the middle of the street. "NYPD, I want to requisition your car … Huh?"
As he spoke, he pulled open the driver's door, but it didn't open.
The window was slightly open, and the black female driver inside laughed mockingly. "You want to steal my car? Forget NYPD, even the Detective Bureau can't do it. "
John was stunned. "How do you know I'm from the Detective Bureau?"
The female driver was also stunned. "You're from the Detective Bureau? What's the name of the handsome, young, and generous guy there? "
John subconsciously replied, "Luke?"
The female driver snorted. "You really are his colleague? But you … tsk tsk. "
She looked at Hardedef's face and the top of his head with a look of disdain.
John said, "… We're in a hurry and need this car. Look for Luke at the Detective Bureau later. I guarantee that he'll return the car to you in one piece."
Of course, that was nonsense.
Given how "valiant" he was when driving, the car had to be repaired after it was used.
But time was of the essence, and he couldn't care too much about it. He could only let Luke take the blame.
The female driver calmly gestured at the backseat with her thumb. "I'm in a hurry."
John and Zeus looked at each other and immediately got into the car.
They had no time to waste. It was the same to find another car.
When they got in, the car didn't move.
The two of them saw the female driver pressing a few buttons on the dashboard with one hand while using her phone with the other.
The sound coming from her mobile phone was clearly the reminder sound of a new message from QQ.
Zeus couldn't help but say, "Hey, Hottie, we're in a hurry."
"Kid, put away your cheap pick-up line. My name is Bell." The female pilot didn't even raise her head as she looked at the message on her phone. "Even if you're in a hurry, you have to make preparations. Moreover, my time is very valuable. So, where do you want to go? "
John: "112 Wall Street."
Bell finally looked up from her phone. "How fast do you want to get there?"
Zeus had been paying attention to his watch. "Apart from the four minutes you wasted talking, we still have twenty-four minutes."
Bell pursed his lips. "Five hundred dollars, I'll pay you in advance …"
At this point, she paused.
The clothes on the two of them didn't even add up to two hundred dollars. Everyone in the city knew about the pay raise for NYPD officers, so their low income was no secret.
She sighed and put on a pair of wide orange goggles. "Fine, since Luke has spoken, we'll talk about the fare later. In any case, he's rich and won't go back on his word. "
The two people in the backseat looked at each other. Five hundred dollars? You might as well rob someone!
They couldn't even come up with fifty dollars, let alone five hundred.
If this crazy woman really wanted that much money, they could only grab another taxi.
Bell turned around and put on her Bluetooth headset. "Passengers, please fasten your seatbelts. The flight is about to take off. It's estimated time …"
She pressed the electronic watch on her wrist and began to count down. "Twenty minutes and thirty seconds."
The two people in the backseat rolled their eyes, feeling that they were really unlucky today to run into a lunatic while trying to hail a taxi.
It was a hundred and twenty blocks from here to Wall Street. Was twenty minutes and thirty seconds a joke?
John couldn't be bothered to move at all. If he fastened his seatbelt, it would take him longer to get out of the car.
Zeus didn't care, but he was a civilian who always abided by the law, and subconsciously fastened his seatbelt when he heard the reminder.
In fact, while Bell was talking to them, a lot of details had changed on the taxi's appearance.
A new air intake appeared on the front hood, a rear wing rose up, the tires changed, and the license plates and ceiling lights changed to other numbers.
After saying "in twenty minutes and thirty seconds," she had already put her hands on the steering wheel and gear.
Hum!
Amidst the roar of the rapidly revving engine, the transformed taxi dashed out.
John's head was thrown back against the backseat, and he felt a huge push.
Before he could come back to himself, the taxi began to swing left and right rapidly as it dashed through the traffic.
At that moment, John felt that he wasn't in a car, but a roller coaster — the kind that didn't have his seatbelt on.
He was swung around in the backseat, and had no idea where he was.
Zeus fastened his seatbelt to avoid rolling on the ground with John.
But at that moment, he could only grab the handle of the door with one hand. His eyes were wide open, and he looked ahead stiffly. He wanted to shout, but his teeth were clenched in fear and he couldn't open them at all.
A series of cars approached from the front and then quickly passed by, as if an accident would happen at any moment.
Zeus didn't know how fast the car was now. At least, he had never driven at this speed on the roads of Manhattan, nor could he.
If he was lucky, he might be able to avoid the first, second, and third cars that passed by, but the rest were problems that luck couldn't solve.
What was even more frightening was that John was rolling like a ball in the backseat, so scared that he wanted to foam at the mouth.
The crazy female driver, Bell, was still laughing and muttering from time to time, "Good, baby! I've finally found a chance to try out these new equipment in the city. "
Zeus felt a chill in his heart. What new equipment? This was a f * cking taxi, not a fighter jet! Why would there be new equipment to test?
Bell, however, was very excited.
Luke had helped her get a lot of special parts for the car, which were good stuff that couldn't be bought.
More importantly, he had helped her upgrade the "brain" of her beloved "baby," so that a lot of information could be directly read from the goggles.
After getting used to the virtual interface on the goggles, which could also be operated at will, Bell's driving skills had reached a new level.
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