Chapter 1290 (2/2)

he was rolling all over just now. Where can he see this intuitive impact force.

Zeus calmed down a lot. Though his face became more and more ugly, he finally stopped shouting.

He was used to this kind of scene, compared with the ”flying” that was almost spiritual.

Even he had the heart to squint at John's funny performance, and a sense of superiority came into his mind. Look, the guy in the police station is not braver than me!

Ignoring the two poor people in the back who were barking, bell, relying on his own driving skills and the real-time traffic information provided by Luke, succeeded in arriving at the place in 21 minutes.

John and Zeus, two lucky and unlucky guys, arrived at the subway station a few minutes ahead of time. Their faces were blue. After their legs fought with the underground car, they didn't immediately go straight to the public phone. Instead, they walked to the side of the road, fell to their knees and threw up cheerfully.

Bell smilingly craned his neck to look at the two men: ”next time I want to take a bus, you can call me.”

Two people's faces are like ashes: the neuropathy just takes your car again!

A minute later, they barely got up and blundered into the entrance of the subway station.

Luke also finished the rescue work at the last subway station in Brooklyn. They called Selena and rushed to Wall Street.Bell took his eyes back and looked at his electronic watch, but he was a little annoyed: ”Damn, it's fifteen seconds late. It's all because of today's bombings. The traffic jam is so bad... ”

Muttering to himself, a white spectacle with a straight suit opened in middle age and sat up: ”Kennedy Airport. I have a plane to catch, so drive faster. ”

Bell Ho Ho: ”how fast?”

White glasses middle-aged casually in the wallet a smoke, a few green knife pinched in the hand, he casually took out two throw to the front row: ”two hundred dollars, how fast to open.”

”With those you have, you can stand at Kennedy Airport in half an hour.”

The white man was middle-aged. He really threw the rest of the American knives in the front row: ”I've written down your car number. If I can't, I'll call you and complain. ”

Bell had grabbed the five hundred dollars and rubbed them with his hands. It wasn't fake money. He immediately smiled: the old lady's five hundred dollars is here!

She turned to the middle-aged can ran a smile: ”please fasten the seat belt.”

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

He is a rich man. His life is precious.

He had an internal acquaintance from his police station who told him to leave New York as soon as possible, because there might be a follow-up to the bombing.

He thought it would be better to take a holiday for himself. He should have taken it.

As a result, he quickly booked a ticket to Los Angeles, where he was going to spend a few days with a lot of hot girls to avoid the empty cloth attack.

Maybe the attack will make him rich.

But stay here and worry about where your life will be thinking about making money.

That's why he throws money so generously.

Leave early, be safe early, and make money early.

And bell smiled and turned his head, in his heart he he: how great is being rich? If you want to complain, just complain. Anyway, this car number is not mine.

This one won't complain because he can't get to the airport. Instead, when he gets to the airport, he will complain about her.

After all, taxis with a speed of 100 kilometers per hour can't be accepted by everyone in the city.

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