After Bell's car was upgraded, its "brain" computer could provide real-time traffic information on New York streets.
Although it wasn't as accurate as the location of every car, it could provide detailed information on the traffic within a kilometer, and it could also calculate the traffic conditions on the road ahead of time.
Bell, who was also well-versed in New York's geography, was always able to find a suitable route ahead of time, and there were almost no traffic jams.
It was also because she had contacted Luke earlier and confirmed their identities that Luke had said that he would do his best to help her, which was why she had revealed the awesomeness of her car to the cops.
After all, she owed Luke a big favor when she modified the car.
Naturally, Luke didn't really care.
He was already scheming to screw Brad over, and the deal with NYPD's higher-ups was quickly progressing.
As long as Bell didn't kill anyone in New York, it wouldn't be hard for Luke to protect this "informant."
Also, through the surveillance cameras in Bell's car, he could see John rolling around in the backseat and Zeus, whose face was dark and a little gray from fear.
Naturally, he could control things that he had modified personally, except that he usually didn't use them.
Faced with several streets that were completely congested and impossible to race on, Bell decisively turned the wheel and rushed into Central Park.
After racing through the park and scaring a bunch of lovey-dovey couples, the taxi finally charged straight up a slope.
Zeus almost peed his pants when he saw the rapidly approaching car, and his voice turned croaky. "Wait, wait, there's no road there …"
Bell burst out laughing. "I know there's no road, but my new equipment doesn't need a road." She then let go of the gearshift and rested her right hand on one of the handles.
Zeus's lips were pale. "What new equipment? This is just a taxi, not a plane!
With a prolonged scream, the taxi reached the highest point of the slope, and then … flew up.
At that moment, two triangular wings had already extended out of the sides of the car to provide the taxi with extra lift.
Bale's expression also turned solemn. His right hand moved gently on the handle, and the body of the car, which had been shaking a little, steadied itself. It flew over twenty meters like a feather, skimming past a large fountain below.
Most of the people sitting next to the fountain felt their heads go black, and then something seemed to be buzzing past.
When they looked up, they did not see anything in the sky.
However, the taxi had already flown out of the outermost iron fence and landed on a street with a loud bang.
However, it was different from the violent jolt that Zeus had imagined. Before the car landed, he felt a counter-force coming from under him. In the end, it was just a slight jolt.
When Bell's taxi landed on this street, there was a gap of more than ten meters, giving her enough time and space to adjust the position of the car after landing.
There were only a few cars behind that were so scared that they had to brake, and then there were a few minor rear-end accidents.
At this point, Bell had led them through Central Park and avoided the most congested areas. They continued to rush south toward Wall Street 112.
At this time, John finally straightened his body and fastened his seatbelt with Zeus' help. He looked out the window with a blank expression. "Ah, where are we?"
Zeus said, "The good news is that we've already 'flown' more than fifty blocks. We're only halfway there."
John shook his dizzy head. "Then there must be bad news, right?"
Zeus said, "The bad news is that we still have to 'fly' the remaining seventy blocks."
John followed Luke's gaze and looked out the window. Only then did he see a string of cars approaching crazily. He instantly screamed, "We're going to crash ~ ~ ~"
He had been rolling around just now, and hadn't seen the impact.
Zeus calmed down a lot. Although his face grew uglier and uglier, he finally stopped screaming.
He was already used to this compared to when his soul had almost flown into the sky.
He even had the time to size up John's comical behavior, and a sense of superiority welled up in his heart. Look, this guy from the Detective Bureau isn't any braver than me!
Ignoring the two poor guys in the backseat who were screaming blindly, Bell relied on her driving skills and the real-time traffic information provided by Luke to reach the location in twenty-one minutes.
John and Zeus, the two lucky and unlucky guys, arrived at the subway station a few minutes early. Their faces were green, and their legs were shaking. After they got out of the car, they didn't go straight to the public phone. Instead, they went to the side of the road, knelt down, and vomited.
Bell craned his neck and looked at them with a smile. "Next time you want to take a ride, you can call me."
Their faces were ashen. Only a lunatic would take a ride with you again!
A full minute later, they finally managed to get up and staggered into the subway station.
At that moment, Luke had also finished the rescue work at the last subway station in Brooklyn. He called Selina over and they headed straight for Wall Street.
Bell looked at his watch, but was a little annoyed. "Damn it, I'm fifteen seconds late. It's all because of the explosions today. This traffic jam is too bad … "
While she was mumbling, a middle-aged man in a suit and glasses opened the door and sat down. "JFK Airport. I have a plane to catch, so drive faster. "
Bell chuckled. "How fast?"
The middle-aged man took out several green dollars from his wallet. He threw two of them in front of him and said, "Two hundred dollars. Drive as fast as you can."
Bell raised an eyebrow. "With the money you have, you'll be standing at the entrance of JFK Airport in half an hour."
The middle-aged man chuckled and really did throw the rest of the bills in his hand to the front. "I've got your car number. If you can't do it, I'll call you and file a complaint. "
Bell had already picked up the five hundred-dollar bills. She rubbed them to make sure that they weren't counterfeit, and instantly beamed. So, here's my five hundred dollars!
She turned around and smiled at the middle-aged man. "Please fasten your seatbelt."
The middle-aged man was a little impatient, but he did as he was told.
He was a rich man, and his life was precious.
Someone he knew in the police department had told him to leave New York as soon as possible, because there might be more to the explosions.
Anxious to begin with, he felt that it was better for him to take a break. He was supposed to be on vacation anyway.
So, he quickly booked a ticket to Los Angeles, where he would party with the hot girls for a few days and avoid the bomb attack.
Chances were that he would make a fortune from the attack.
But if he stayed here and worried about his life, he wouldn't have the time to think about making money.
That was why he was so generous with his money.
The sooner he left, the sooner he would be safe, and the sooner he could make money.
Bell, on the other hand, turned around with a smile and chuckled inwardly. So what if you're rich? If you want to complain, then complain. Anyway, this car number is not mine now.
She wasn't worried that she wouldn't be able to make it to the airport and complain about it, but she was afraid that he would complain about her when she arrived at the airport.
After all, not everyone could accept a taxi driving at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour in the city.
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