In a blink of an eye, the Fiat 128 was caught in the middle of the congested traffic. However, there was no traffic jam on the road just now.
Everyone on the Fiat 128, including the widow, was still unaware of the situation. Accompanied by the harsh friction of the slide rails, a mechanical arm equipped with large pliers suddenly appeared on the side of the car door and knocked politely on the rear window.
"Dong dong dong."
The men in suits in the back row looked at each other, completely confused.
"Dong dong dong." The mechanical tongs knocked on the car window impatiently.
Either out of necessity, out of some strange combination of circumstances, out of pure curiosity, or simply rolled down the window carelessly.
The mechanical pliers couldn't wait to reach in and clamp down on his neck.
"Ah——" Then he threw him out of the car like a chicken.
The man in a suit opposite him was so frightened that he leaned back repeatedly. Suddenly something felt wrong. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw a mechanical tong outside the car window he was leaning against, tilting its head and "staring at him."
Both hands hurriedly grabbed the window handle, but unexpectedly the force tightened and the whole person was thrown out of the car and hung in the air. Immediately afterwards, the big pincers were released and he was thrown directly out of the guardrail.
Only the widow in the back row was left watching what happened with a horrified face. Just like that, she watched helplessly as the four men in suits threw away the Fiat 128 one after another. Then they reached in the mechanical tongs again and pointed the lens of the closed-circuit camera at her: "Hello, madam."
"Who are you?" The pretty widow tried to speak to the camera.
"We are a flying team." Wu Chen gave the best answer.
"Ah, it turns out it's you. Thank you for your help, sir." The lady wearing a black veil was immediately brought into the situation.
"Then who are you?" Wu Chen asked again.
"Katarina Prevosti." Out of trust in the flying team, Madam Craisette made no secret.
After the death of her wealthy husband, the beautiful Catarina prepares to inherit his legacy. But there was a problem: Since the deceased had no will, she would only receive the money if she gave birth to a son within the three hundred days specified by law. It was clear that the entire family was working hard to destroy her and her legal inheritance. So as soon as the funeral was over, she was held hostage by her family. She is going to be locked up in a mansion tightly, and no wild men are allowed to come near her, so as to ensure that no unborn child is born in 300 days. In this way, Catarina Prevosti’s huge inheritance rights can be recovered reasonably and legally.
"What year are you from?" Wu Chen asked with a smile.
"1973," the widow Katarina Prevosti replied casually.
"Wow, you are the same age as me." Modern girl Coco automatically completed the logic: "So at some time this year, I met an elderly rich man on the road, and then I became rich before I even had sex. Widow. However, if you want to inherit this money, you must give birth to a child within 300 days, regardless of whether the child’s father is my rich husband or not?”
"That's roughly it." The widow Katarina Prevosti couldn't understand: "But this lady, why do you apply my experience to you?"
13+51+120+70×4+45+56=565 horsepower.
"Wait a moment." After saying this, Coco controlled the robotic arm to send a row of "pocket CCTV walls" directly to the windshield.
There is a period girl who looks exactly like her on every CCTV screen. This is the CCTV surveillance system that comes with each robotic arm, and is simply integrated together.
Coco asked every era girl who got on the bus first to wave to her, and then sent greetings in turn. In this era, it is impossible to fake the synchronization of audio and video. Katarina Prevosti, a widow who also has similar closed-circuit surveillance in her mansion, apparently believed it.
"Mrs. Prevosti, please lock the door and sit in the driver's seat." As the robotic arm moved, Wu Chen's image appeared on one of the pocket closed-circuit televisions.
"Okay, sir." The widow immediately rolled up the window, locked the door, stood up, and stepped from the back seat to the driver's seat.
"Can you drive?" Wu Chen asked again after the widow sat firmly.
"Yes, sir." The widow nodded slightly.
"Engage 1st gear, slowly release the clutch, step on the accelerator lightly, and don't turn the steering wheel." Wu Chen taught word for word: "When I say stop, you stop."
"Okay, sir." The widow took a deep breath, shifted into first gear, used both feet together, released the clutch, and stepped on the accelerator. The engine began to roar.
The picture in front of me flickered.
The Fiat 128 unexpectedly moved forward a parking space from the rear of the spliced car!
"It's so amazing." Coco, like all the girls of the era, had a look of disbelief on her face.
Everyone also saw this magical scene with their own eyes through the closed-circuit camera on the robotic arm. As soon as the screen flickered, the Fiat 128 moved from the rear to the penultimate position. What's even more amazing is that the spliced body has been lengthened accordingly, but the robotic arm guide rails surrounding the spliced body have remained intact, and the parking space has also been lengthened.
In other words, Fat House has indeed completed the splicing of special plot fragments and special plot creations in the "No One Less" special project from the level of high-dimensional space. Yes, in essence, this is actually a splicing of rules.
"Mrs. Prevosti, please repeat the previous action." Wu Chen still wanted to do more experiments. to verify the guesses in my mind.
"Okay, sir." The widow couldn't help but be curious about everything in front of her.
So just like before, the Fiat 128 moved forward from one parking space to another. Until it was spliced into the second place behind the lead car driven by Wu Chen. Coco, who was sitting in the front passenger seat of the front car, even turned around and waved to the widow in black gauze. The two faces were exactly the same. This made the Black Veil Widow even more surprised.
"Move one more place forward." Wu Chen still didn't intend to give up.
"Understood, sir." The screen flickered, and the widow in black gauze sat directly on Wu Chen's lap.
The Fiat 128 also overlapped directly with the leading car.
However, the bodies of Wu Chen and Katarina Prevosti, who were also driving the vehicle, did not merge. The Black Widow just used Wu Chen as a human seat cushion.
"Oh my God." What happened in front of her made Katarina Prevosti completely unable to wake up from the shock.
Wu Chen, whose view was blocked by the hot body, said again: "Now, try to reverse."
"Okay, sir." Only then did the widow realize that she was strange, her heartbeat quickened, and she hurriedly shifted into reverse gear and stepped on the accelerator.
The screen flickered, and the black-shaded widow and the Fiat 128 she drove retreated to the second place in the spliced car.
"Sir, is this the reason why you didn't let Mrs. Prevosti change direction?" The clever person had already thought of it.
"Yes, since it can be spliced, it can definitely be split." This is what Wu Chen has thought of a long time ago.
"What a pity. The steering wheel was removed and replaced with a drum handle." Coco couldn't help but sigh.
"It's okay. This is a necessary basic modification. As for cars, there should be a lot more." Wu Chen smiled and reassured. After all, this is a special project of "No one can be left behind".
Just as he was talking, a red convertible was speeding up from behind. Coco immediately pointed the camera on the robotic arm at the female driver in the red sports car.
Female reporter Patrizia Reda, who saw the real-time tracking footage from the pocket TV wall, whistled: "Wow, it's Dino Spider."
"She should be coming from the direction that crossed us at the last traffic light intersection." Through the pocket CCTV installed on the dashboard, Wu Chen was also tracking the red convertible that was approaching at high speed: "According to Marcela According to the theory, these high-performance sports cars are used as delivery trucks for gangsters.”
It was obvious that there was also a period girl in the car.
