Xu Chuan found Bella's home early the next morning, but unfortunately, no one was there. He asked the neighbor next to him. It seemed that Bella had a fight with his boyfriend the night before yesterday, and he had never seen Bella since.
The unlucky child living next door told Xu Chuan all the time. Could it be that the people of New York have become more enthusiastic? Of course not, mainly because the feeling of being pushed by a HK45 on its head is probably not very good.
Just as he was depressed in the car, Curtis called, "Boss, hurry up and read the news. Another bank was stolen, and I've followed the garbage truck."
Xu Chuan found a coffee shop, and the news was playing on the TV hanging inside. A fiery red BMW 7 was flashing left and right under the camera of the media. A yellow taxi was almost on the way with it. Oh, there are indeed experts in New York.
The reporter who was broadcasting on the helicopter shouted excitedly. While reporting on the scene, he bet with the audience in front of the TV who would win. This time the exclusive one was caught up with him, and the bonus was probably indispensable.
The people in the cafe were also nervously watching the TV. The boss came out of the kitchen and opened the market directly. Many of the customers here were nearby streets, and the bet of a few dollars was considered a small bet.
The red BMW drifted and turned around, then reached out a pistol from the window and exploded the front tire of a car next to it. The car broke out and came across the street, which made the few taxis in the cafe exclaim.
However, the yellow taxi also reacted very quickly and didn't know how to operate it. The car almost turned 360 degrees on the spot while driving at high speed, and then continued to chase the BMW backwards. Finally, after driving for a while, it drifted and adjusted the body of the car.
There was a cheer in the cafe, "Beautiful, beautifully done... I'll say he can do it."
The two cars chased each other, as if they were competing with each other's driving skills. They drove onto the sidewalk, and then passed between the two cars, throwing more than a dozen police cars far away. It was even more exciting than watching blockbusters.
"Oh God, there is a red light in front of you. There are pedestrians crossing the road, but neither of the cars seem to have intended to slow down." The reporter continued to shout on the helicopter.
Xu Chuan felt that the air around him was about to condense, and the people who were drinking coffee stood up.
The yellow taxi hesitated, rushed towards the roadside with a stroke, hitting the fire hydrant, and a water column sprayed out, while the red BMW went away, the TV station's helicopter followed a distance, and then lost track near a tunnel.
The few who were just calling beautiful girls in the cafe were so happy that they were overwhelmed by BMW. Xu Chuan looked around and saw that one or two dollars won or not?
He walked out of the cafe and got in the car and drove towards the scene. He wanted to see who drove the taxi. This skill is not inferior to Vanessa, and maybe it may be better.
At the intersection of Fifth Avenue, taxi driver Bella and the white policeman squatted on the side of the road in frustration. Bella waved her hand, "I almost caught up with them."
The sirens sounded, and two police cars drove over. The white policeman looked at his boss who got out of the car and sighed, "It's over, don't think about regaining his original position this time."
Xu Chuan parked the car opposite and looked at the two people next to the taxi. He couldn't connect them with the one who drove the taxi just now as a racing car.
No wonder Curtis said that his ex-girlfriend's driving skills are not inferior to those of the racers, and it seems that he is not talking nonsense.
The two were taken into the car by the police, and they probably needed to explain a lot, such as this obviously modified taxi.
He drove towards the direction where BMW disappeared. Logically, when the police were already in a state of great enthusiasm, these four long legs should not be able to escape. There are surveillance on the road and helicopters in the air. Even if no one can catch up, the car should not be thrown away.
There were a lot of policemen on the road, and the patrol officers were carefully searching for the red BMW. No, it should be all BMWs of the same model. They should have thought that the other party might have a way to change the color of the car.
Xu Chuan turned aimlessly at the place where they disappeared, until he saw a fired trash can under a hidden overpass. There were no people nearby, and no one even called the police.
He drove over, got out of the car and looked at it. It seemed that there were several clothes burning, which should have been poured with gasoline and it was about to turn into ashes with the flames. Then he found a falling red film from the back of the trash can. Xu Chuan touched his chin. It seemed that they used this method to change the color of the car and escaped.
Continue along the road until Morningside Street, a police car parked behind a blue BMW, and a police officer got out of the car and was about to inspect the BMW.
Xu Chuan whistled. The four women were quite brave. They parked here, probably because they planned to deliberately let the police check. They had no money in their car, and the four women could easily dispel doubts.
And they all changed their clothes and burned all the clothes they wore during the robbery. The bikini and short skirt they wore were so polite. Anyway, the NYPD's eyes were almost overwhelmed.
A policeman has two eyes, and how many of the four women are here?
The person sitting in the cab was Vanessa. Although she wore wigs and exaggerated accessories, her height was so conspicuous. The police checked her driver's license and asked her to open the trunk.
The woman pretended not to be familiar with the car, pulled the trunk and tried hard to lift it up, and her chest jumped. The NYPD seemed to be about to faint.
There is a woman who comes down from the back seat, with a PPK behind her waist, but it is definitely invisible from the perspective of NYPD.
The trunk was finally opened with the help of the police uncle. It was a silver suitcase inside. The police asked her to continue opening it, and then he saw the underwear show full of boxes.
Xu Chuan curled his lips, drove up from behind, opened the window in the passenger seat and shouted at NYPD, "Police Officer, she is wearing high heels."
Vanessa's smiled expression froze instantly, she looked down at the twelve centimeter high heels on her feet, then looked up at Xu Chuan with murderous aura on her face.
This person is so cheap, but after this guy said that, he drove away.
The policeman looked at Vanessa's legs with a sudden enlightenment. His attention was all on the two above, and he forgot that he had the lower part.
"Sorry, ma'am, you are illegal as required by law." NYPD finally regained a little of its professional attitude.
Fifteen minutes later, Vanessa, who had changed her shoes, angrily kneaded a ticket into a ball and threw it on the center console, and said viciously, "Don't let the one who was raised by Bichi again."
But why does this guy seem familiar? Vanessa took out her cell phone and the annoying face in the photo Emily sent her was in sight.
‘Isn’t this the Asian novice face Emily mentioned? Is there something wrong with his brain?’
Chapter completed!