When the Fiat 238 was released in 1967, it finally gave proud Italians a locally built van that was fully comparable to similar vehicles in Germany and the UK.
In order to save costs and reduce development cycles, the Fiat 238 is based on the front-wheel drive Autobianchi Primula platform and is powered by the Fiat 124 inline four-cylinder engine. For commercial vehicles in the 1960s, the suspension and brakes of the Fiat 238 were relatively simple, with drum brakes on all four tires, transverse leaf springs at the front, and a torsion bar arrangement at the rear. A variety of body styles can be built on the Fiat 238 platform, including various vans, ambulances, trucks, passenger cars and more. The use of front-wheel drive gives the Fiat 238 a low, flat rear floor area, which is ideal for cargo and is also ideal for conversion into a campervan.
During production, Fiat offered several engines for the 238, the first being a 1197cc gasoline engine, a simple inline four-cylinder engine that produced 43 horsepower. In 1975, a larger, more powerful 1438cc engine produced 45 horsepower and more torque, although the 51-horsepower version of this engine was only used in ambulances.
Yes, that's right. It’s this 51-horsepower version of the Fiat 238 ambulance.
"Patrizia Reda, reporter for "Roma Weekly"." The beautiful girl in the ambulance announced her home address.
"Cocò, a female worker." The modern girl in the passenger seat quickly added: "I was just hired by this gentleman for 5,000 lire."
"5,000 lire?" Even the policeman with a severed finger lying on the ground rolling in pain was shocked: "You can buy this car."
"Look, Mr. Police." As she spoke, the modern girl stretched out her long legs wearing nylon stockings to show off her beautiful feet without high heels: "I'm worth the price."
"Gudong!" The policeman with a severed finger even forgot about the pain for a moment.
The modern girl showed off her impressive skills in a small way, and then turned her attention to the gorgeous girl who was wearing a tight miniskirt with double slits on the left and right sides. If she took a step forward, she would be exposed: "You don't look like a reporter at all."
"Ah, this street attire is required for work. You see, even the patrol police thought I was a street worker and wanted to take me to the police station and detain me." The female reporter pushed back her fluffy wig and pointed at the police officers. Liao Nuzui: "I was still confused on the way, so I jumped on a carriage. I heard that their police car broke down on the way, so I stopped an ambulance. That's probably it."
"Where is another policeman?" the modern girl asked again.
"The car is probably still being repaired now." The one who answered her was the policeman with a severed finger and a twinkling look in his eyes.
"We are about to reach the intersection." Wu Chen adjusted the rearview mirror and said to the police: "Can you still fight?"
"Of course, sir." The memory of the police officer before the severed finger mutated was still there. When Wu Chen said this, he immediately thought of the magic horse knight who was shot to pieces by him.
"About this journey, my mission is "No one is missing". As you can see with your own eyes, all the vehicles and people appearing on this asphalt road are closely related to you. And as long as you 'cross a crossroad', The previous vehicles and personnel will mutate. We need to eliminate them all. Otherwise..."
"Like them, he will become a 'Frankenstein' or a 'Werewolf of Paris'." The female reporter of "Roma Weekly" understood. After all, he is well-informed and has covered all kinds of incredible interview materials.
"Victor Frankenstein", also known as "Frankenstein", is a novel of the same name written in 1818 by Mary Shelley, the wife of the famous British romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, which started the science fiction novel form. Known as the mother of science fiction. Another trope of the female journalist comes from a 1933 novel called The Werewolf of Paris by Gael N'Dolay.
It is indeed a suitable term to describe mutated monsters.
Stopping steadily in front of the zebra crossing with flashing red lights, Wu Chen said to everyone in the car: "No matter what, you can't get off the car halfway."
"Okay, sir." Even the emergency patient lying on the ambulance stretcher struggled to get up and responded.
The moment the light turned green, Wu Chen skillfully shifted into gear, released the clutch, stepped on the accelerator, and instantly found the critical point. The "assembled vehicle" formed by superimposing the Fiat Nuova 500 and the Fiat 238 rushed through the intersection without any lag.
"There's a thump" and the road scene changes again.
This time it was replaced by a coastal road. Wu Chen looked up and saw a white convertible car parked on the side of the road. The man and woman sitting in the front seat were shaking the car violently.
"Officer, please pay attention." Wu Chen could see clearly that the woman in the passenger seat, who was pressed by the man in the driver's seat, was desperately resisting. Fortunately, it came in time. If it was one step later, Wu Chen really couldn't imagine what would happen.
"Okay, sir." The policeman, who had hastily bandaged his severed finger, took a deep breath and sat on the bench by the window with his gun in hand. Staring at the white convertible that was getting closer and closer.
"Stop it, Lawyer Cadilla, I'm a married woman!"
"Don't worry, Valentina. The Chancellor is my friend and the Mafia is my client. No one in the city dares to stand up to me. Not even your 'incompetent' husband Giovannino. I I heard that you are still a virgin from the end of your honeymoon to now. Oh my god, Valentina, beautiful Valentina. Give me your purest body. I only want to possess you for an hour, not 30 minutes!"
"Stop it, Lawyer Cadilla, I don't belong to you."
"Although your body is resisting, our hearts are getting closer. And you are trying to deceive yourself with lies to resist my charm."
"No, you are being narcissistic, Attorney Cadilla."
"Self-narcissism? Haha, life is an illusion. I love you, I love you, Miss Valentina. I am completely confused and just want to get you right away."
"No, stop. Stop it. I'm going to call someone."
Just as the man forced his hands under his skirt, he was about to use his bow. The Fiat "assembly car" braked suddenly and stopped beside it.
"Take your dirty paws away from that noble lady. You sanctimonious bastard." It seemed that the policeman was even more angry than Wu Chen.
The noblewoman who was pinned down kept screaming and beating Lawyer Cadilla's back to get him to get up quickly.
Suddenly facing the black hole of the gun, Lawyer Cadilla suddenly raised his hands. Hearing a "sneak" sound, the hem of the lady's skirt was torn off.
"No, no, no! Officer, it's not what you think. I am a decent gentleman..." Lawyer Cadilla looked like he was about to cry, and the police thought he was the victim.
"Mrs. Valentina?" Wu Chen said with a smile.
The frightened and shy lady pretended to be calm and stood up: "Who are you?"
"Please get in the car. I'll take you out of here." With that said, Wu Chen reached out and opened the passenger door. The modern girl who was sitting in the passenger seat had already moved to the rear compartment first.
"Okay, sir." Out of trust in the police who stopped the violence, the lady wrapped in a red gauze stepped directly on Cadilla's lawyer's thigh and stepped over the driver's seat to board the car.
"Sir, what should we do with him?" the policeman asked, pointing his gun at lawyer Cadilla's head.
"He hasn't mutated yet, has he?" After saying that, Wu Chen skillfully drove the Fiat "assembly car" forward.
"This car is so weird." After getting in the car, the lady quickly discovered something unusual about the "assembled car".
"Isn't it weirder when you see us?" Through the rear window of the Fiat Nuova 500, Coco and Patrizia Reda, who got into the car first, smiled at the lady in the rearview mirror.
"You..." Mrs. Valentina's expression said it all.
