Chapter 1273 - 'Flying Through” Manhattan

After Bell’s car was upgraded, the car’s “brain” could provide info on real-time traffic on the streets of New York.

It wasn’t to the extent of pinpointing the location of each car, but it gave her a detailed outlook on the traffic situation within a kilometer and calculated a route beforehand.

Bell, who was also very familiar with the terrain in New York, could always find a suitable route ahead of time, and would hardly run into any traffic jam.

When she contacted Luke earlier and confirmed the men’s identities, he had asked her to do her best to help them, which was why she had exposed her baby’s capabilities to the cops.

After all, she owed Luke a big favor for the modifications on her car.

Of course, Luke didn’t think much of it.

He was now plotting to dig a hole for Brad, and a deal with NYPD higher-ups was underway.

As long as Bell didn’t kill someone in New York, it wouldn’t be hard for him to protect this “informant.”

Also, through the surveillance camera in Bell’s car, he could see John rolling around in the backseat and the gray-faced Zeus.

Naturally, the things that he modified were under his control, but he didn’t usually use them.

When they passed the central district, Bell decisively turned the wheel and charged into Central Park.

After a mad dash through the park and scaring a bunch of lovebirds, the cab finally hit a slope.

Looking at the rapidly approaching slope, Zeus almost pissed his pants. “Wait, wait, that’s a dead end…”

Bell laughed out loud. “I know it’s a dead end, but my new gear doesn’t need a road.” As she spoke, she let go of the gearstick and gripped a shaft located further up.

Zeus’s lips turned pale. “What new gear? This is just a cab, not a plane! Back there is a wall~!”

As Zeus screamed, the cab shot up the slope… and flew.

At that moment, two triangular wings had already stretched out on both sides of the car, giving the cab an additional boost.

Bell turned serious as well. She maneuvered the shaft and the shaking car stabilized. She flew 20 meters over a fountain.

Most of the people sitting next to the fountain felt it go dark above their heads as something whooshed past.

By the time they lifted their heads, there was nothing there.

The cab, however, had already flown over the outermost metal railing and landed on a street.

But it didn’t land as violently as Zeus had imagined it would. Before the car landed, he felt a slight resistance underneath the car, and in the end, it was just a light jolt.

Also, when Bell’s cab landed on the street, there was an empty stretch of 10 meters, which gave her enough time and space to adjust and complete the car’s landing.

It was just that a few cars behind them had been frightened into stopping, and there were several minor collisions.

Bell had taken them through the park and out of the most congested area, and she headed south toward 112 Wall Street.

At that moment, John finally straightened up and put on his seatbelt with Zeus’s help. He looked out the window blankly. “Ah, where are we?”

Zeus said, “The good news is that we ‘flew’ over 50 blocks, and we’re halfway there.”

John shook his dizzy head. “That means there’s bad news, right?”

Zeus said, “The bad news is that we have to ‘fly’ the remaining 70 blocks.”

John followed his gaze and looked out the windscreen in front of him. Only then did he see the cars rushing toward them. He immediately screamed. “We’re going to hit them!”

He had been rolling around earlier, and hadn’t seen the impact.

Zeus had calmed down a lot. Although his expression grew uglier and uglier, he had finally stopped screaming.

He was already used to the situation.

He even had the time to look at John’s comical performance, and felt a sense of superiority — look, this guy from the Detective Bureau doesn’t have as much guts as I do!

Ignoring the two noisy fellows in the backseat, Bell successfully reached the location in 21 minutes with her driving skills and the information which Luke had specially provided her with.

John and Zeus, the two unlucky devils, arrived at the subway station a few minutes before the deadline. Their faces were blue. After getting out of the car, they didn’t immediately go straight to the payphone. Instead, they walked to the side of the road and fell to their knees as they threw up.

Bell craned her neck and looked at them with a smile. “Call me if you need another ride next time.”

Both their faces were gray. Only an idiot would take your car!

A full minute later, they finally got up and staggered into the subway station.

At that moment, Luke was done with the rescue operation at the last subway station in Brooklyn. He called for Selina, and they headed straight for Wall Street.

Bell looked at her digital watch, and was vexed. “Damn it, I was 15 seconds late. It’s all because of the explosions today. The traffic jam was too bad…”

As she mumbled to herself, a middle-aged man wearing a suit and glasses opened the door and got in. “Kennedy Airport. I need to catch a plane, so step on it.”

Bell chuckled. “How fast?”

The man took out a few green bills from his wallet and tossed them into the front seat. “200 bucks. As fast as you can.”

Bell raised an eyebrow. “With what you’re holding, you’ll be at Kennedy Airport in half an hour.”

The middle-aged man chuckled and threw the rest of the cash in his hand into the front seat. “I’ll remember your car number. If you can’t do it, I’ll file a complaint.”

Bell had already picked up the five 100-dollar bills. She rubbed them together, and when she saw that they weren’t fake, she smiled. So, here’s my 500 bucks!

She turned around and smiled brilliantly at the middle-aged man. “Please fasten your seatbelt.”

The white man was a little impatient, but still did as he was told.

He was rich, and his life was precious.

Someone he knew at the police department had told him to leave New York as soon as possible, because there might be a follow-up to the explosion case.

He had already been feeling anxious, and now felt that it was better to take a vacation. He should have been on vacation already anyway.

So, he quickly booked a flight to Los Angeles and planned to party with hot girls there for a few days and stay away from this terrorist attack.

Who knew, he might make a fortune from this attack.

But if he stayed here, he would be too worried about his own life to think about making money.

That was why he was so generous.

The sooner he left, the sooner he was safe and the sooner he could make money.

Bell, on the other hand, turned back around with a smile and chuckled inwardly. So what if you’re rich? If you want to file a complaint, go ahead. In any case, this car number isn’t mine.

This customer definitely wouldn’t complain because he didn’t make it to the airport. Instead, he might complain about how they got there.

After all, not everybody could tolerate a cab speeding at 100 kilometers in the city.