"Understood!" The modern girl took a deep breath and suddenly opened the passenger door. Wu Chen took advantage of the situation and shook his direction.
The doors of the van, which was "assembled" from Fiat Nuova 500 and Fiat 238, were driven by inertia and swept condescendingly over the head of the lawyer driving the Fiat 124 Sports Spider Roadster.
At the critical moment, the gentleman lawyer who is fighting against his "inner demon" subconsciously lowers his head. Taking advantage of this only opportunity, the modern girl in the passenger seat jumped down. His feet went over the lawyer's head and just hit the empty passenger seat. However, due to the force of the rebound of the leather seat, it was difficult to gain a foothold, and the situation was suddenly full of danger.
"Ah!" The modern girl screamed as she was about to lose her balance.
"Don't panic." Wu Chen didn't care much and forced himself to change lanes and squeeze through.
Fortunately, Wu Chen's judgment was the same. The two cars collided, and a magical scene happened again. In a blink of an eye, the Fiat 124 Sports Spider Cabriolet is also spliced into the assembled bodies of the Fiat Nuova 500 and Fiat 238.
The front of the Fiat 124 Sports Spider is glued to the rear of the Fiat Nuova 500. It has become a spliced shape with one large car, two small cars, and three cars nested inside.
However, what is even more amazing is that the two vehicles are connected end to end, but they do not occupy the compartment space of the Fiat 238 ambulance at all. It feels like the body of the Fiat 238 ambulance, which is the outer shell, is automatically lifted into a position that is the same size as the body of the Fiat 124 Sports Spider with this splicing.
And as he boarded the assembly car, the owner of the Fiat 124 Sport Spider Cabriolet, the gentleman lawyer named Cadilla, had returned to his human form.
While waiting for the red light at the intersection, Wu Chen pulled the handbrake and went to the back compartment to check the policeman's injuries.
The policeman whose aorta was punctured was no longer breathing. The patient nearby who was shot through the chest was also confirmed dead.
"'They killed the priest.'" The female reporter next to her said softly: "These were the last words of the patient in the ambulance."
"It turns out there was a priest in the ambulance." Wu Chen roughly understood the whole process.
The priest was probably accidentally killed by one of the two policemen, and the patient killed the policeman to avenge the priest. The priest's cross is also used. The cause was that a female reporter from "Rome Weekly" who was pretending to be a street worker to collect materials was mistakenly arrested by the patrol police. During the escort, one of the policemen could not resist the temptation and wanted to do something evil. The female reporter fought back and escaped. In the chaos, the police car broke down for some reason. So he forcibly stopped a passing ambulance. This move apparently aroused strong dissatisfaction with the priest who was accompanying the seriously ill patient in the ambulance. Unfortunately, a fire broke out during the dispute, and a police officer shot and killed the priest. The policeman who stayed behind might be cleaning up the aftermath, repairing the car, or waiting for his companion to kill someone and silence him without any evidence.
But in any case, it was due to Feizhai's editing and Wu Chen's intervention that the plot fragments collapsed. It is undeniable that this is a plot harvest for the fat house.
Good or bad, it’s all harvest.
Wu Chen silently took the police revolver handed by the female reporter. He quickly seized spare bullets, batons and handcuffs from the police. The two bodies were then loaded back onto the stretchers. Crossed up and down and handcuffed to the stretcher.
"Get ready, open the back door if necessary and push the stretcher down." Wu Chen said to the surviving companions in the carriage.
"It's all up to you, sir." I just experienced an exciting adventure. The modern girl is full of inexplicable fanaticism. There are always some people who are keen to pursue an exciting life, challenge one limit after another, and never settle for the ordinary. Of course, it’s not just adventurous nature. Environmental catalysis is also an important driver. Just like the situation at hand.
"Can you drive?" Wu Chen said to the flashing green light.
"Yes." The female reporter took off her fluffy wig, tied it into a ponytail, and walked towards the spliced cab. After a moment of fumbling, the spliced vehicle moved forward again. Taking advantage of this time, Wu Chen searched the Fiat 124 Sports Spider Convertible sports car that was spliced in for the second time, inside and out.
In addition to a boxy standard lawyer's briefcase, and a standard business travel bag bulging in the trunk. Wu Chen's biggest discovery was an exquisite Beretta Model 92 semi-automatic pistol hidden in the dashboard cassette. and three 15-round high-capacity magazines neatly arranged.
This is the self-defense weapon of the gentleman lawyer. It is not difficult to guess from the cursive inscription on the handle that he does have business dealings with the Mafia. Maybe very closely.
Very good, this is the second weapon I got.
Wu Chen, who got into the passenger seat, skillfully took out the pistol and magazine, and tested and loaded the gun in one go.
"woke up?"
"Ah." The gentleman lawyer quickly stood up holding his forehead.
"This is what happened..." Wu Chen didn't waste any words, and simply informed the situation at hand based on the lawyer's personal experience.
"As soon as you cross the traffic light, the enemy will mutate into a monster?" The equally well-informed gentleman lawyer still found it difficult to accept for a while.
"Yes. They will mutate into terrifying monsters. So regardless of gender, just start." Wu Chen returned Beretta 92 to its owner. This move was more convincing than anything else.
In fact, when he saw his Fiat 124 Sports Spider Cabriolet turning into what it is now, the gentleman lawyer realized that something was wrong.
"Regardless of whether you are a man or a woman, just start." The gentleman lawyer reached out and took it. You can tell he is an experienced gunman just by looking at his posture. Could it be a gangster lawyer?
"Yes." After saying that, Wu Chen turned around and walked towards the cab.
"Let me do it." Wu Chen walked around the Fiat 124 Sports Spider and climbed into the cab from the rear of the Fiat Nuova 500. Wu Chen took the steering wheel from the female reporter.
In the crowded cab, female reporters and modern girls sit side by side in the passenger seat. Neither seemed willing to return to the spliced trunk where two bodies were stacked. What's more, there is a lawyer with a Beretta 92 who only works for himself. And not long ago, he showed signs of mutation.
Mrs. Valentina, the only female passenger left in the trunk, became increasingly uneasy.
"I'll go." Before Wu Chen could say anything, the female reporter took the initiative to return.
"Don't worry, he will fight for himself." Wu Chen comforted in a low voice.
"I understand, sir." The well-informed female reporter obviously had a similar experience. Journalists and lawyers, in a sense, actually have a lot in common. For example, they all have clear goals, get to the point, have clear minds, comprehensive skills, and walk on the edge of law and morality.
Soon, there was an accident ahead.
A roadblock consisting of dozens of police cars with flashing lights blocked the entire road.
All police officers hid behind police cars and stood ready with long guns and cannons. It seems that he came here for Wu Chen's weird assembled car.
"The vehicle in front of you, please stop and check." A familiar voice sounded from the on-board megaphones of all the police cars forming the roadblock at the same time.
Wu Chen subconsciously looked at the modern girl beside him: "Does it look familiar?"
"It's me in another world again." It's no surprise that the modern girl is no longer so flustered.
"Look, she's there." Wu Chen saw the tall and heroic figure in the crowd at a glance.
"There should also be police among us." Wu Chen couldn't help but take a different look at the modern girl's idea.
"Turn on the intercom." There is a similar power amplifier on the dashboard of the Fiat 238 ambulance, right next to the co-pilot of the modern girl.
"Okay, sir." The modern girl turned on the ambulance's loudspeaker.
"Officer, we are not the targets you want to intercept." Wu Chen did not ask "what did we commit?" but directly used an affirmative tone to guide a conversation that was beneficial to him.
"This driver, please get out of the car and check." The policewoman was unmoved.
