Mediterranean Railway, Pozzallo train station.
Witnessing the completion and handover ceremony of the flying team, the officers, soldiers and crew members of the original Fiat ETR Y 0160 Pandolino armored train and the light frigate Wisdom got off the train collectively. Coco couldn't help but let out a long breath: "So we have to rely on ourselves for the next traffic light section. Right, Mr. Commander?"
"Getting off at the nearest safe stop is also a normal handover (established script)." Wu Chen said with a smile: "After all, this journey is a rescue journey for the girls of the times."
"Mr. Commander, you are right." Female police captain Gianna is trying out the new "Mk-2 rocket pack" with a thrust of up to 34 kilonewtons in the open "multifunctional garage" of the armed expedition yacht Goddess of Wisdom.
Another good news is that not only has the previously consumed ammunition base been replenished at once, but the upper limit of the ammunition base has also reached 1,000. This is one of the major collage upgrades that comes with the Wisdom armed expedition yacht.
Taking advantage of the free time at the dock, the female secretary Coco brought the oil tycoon Mrs. Moody, the blonde butler Aldo's wife Paula, the island guests Mrs. Peggy Davidson, Mrs. Mary Charney, and Mrs. Trudy Farrell. and female secretary Nancy White, formed a huge group of ladies. When they were wandering around the Pozzallo train station, they happened to meet the racing girls who were taking pictures with passengers around the blue Fiat 642 RN2 Bartoletti Maserati racing transport vehicle. .
With the rise of racing sports that are popular in the Western world, these young and beautiful racing girls are the center of attention wherever they go. In terms of widespread public popularity, it has surpassed the yacht girls who are sought after by the upper class.
The allure of the Ladies’ Group is almost irresistible. During the heated conversation, the background information of this car-riding girl was revealed. This group of Maserati racing girls have just finished their work in North Africa and are preparing to head to the Le Mans 24 HEURES DU MANS (Le Mans 24 HEURES DU MANS). The female oil tycoon Mrs. Moody took the opportunity to extend invitations to several racing girls to become private yacht girls, and the girls almost unanimously agreed.
Not only are the guests she comes into contact with on private yachts all high-ranking officials, but the salary paid by female oil tycoons is dozens of times that of racing girls. No one would refuse this offer. As for liquidated damages, racing girls don’t have to worry about it at all. The female oil tycoon only needs to sign a sponsorship agreement with the Maserati team and it will be done in minutes. "Problems that can be solved with money" are "not a problem at all" for Mrs. Moody, who has reached the level of a female tycoon in life.
What's more, the oil crisis that has enveloped Europe since the 1970s has not been completely eliminated. A sponsorship deal from a female oil tycoon. OMG, do you have enough racing fuel lines? How could Maserati Racing refuse?
In the ladies group, Coco used the handheld camera upgraded with automatic collage to record the perfect recruitment of the female oil tycoon Mrs. Moody: "Mr. Commander, these are just the ladies of the passengers. They are really useful."
"That's right, Coco." Wu Chen, who was watching the real-time video with the era girl on the bus, laughed: "So, this is the meaning of joining two buses together. Save as many people as possible who are related to you. There may be unexpected gains.”
"So, delivering these passengers to the terminal of this journey is our victory, right?" Coco asked again.
"Of course." Wu Chen understood the profound meaning of Coco's words: "We will definitely arrive at the terminal safely and complete this journey of redemption in 'many worlds'."
"Huh?" The shaking camera showed that Coco had made a new discovery: "Mr. Commander, are you surprised or surprised?"
Coco's camera stabilized again and focused on a band performing hard next to a performance vehicle converted from a Fiat 238 van parked not far away. Many passengers entering and exiting the station stopped to watch, and many passers-by casually dropped bills and coins into the open guitar case. There is a hot girl in the band who twists her waist and dances to cheer up the band. She is obviously a girl of the times.
"It's really surprising." Wu Chen smiled and praised: "This shows that you are extremely malleable. No matter what profession you are in, you are always responsible for the appearance."
"You are still young after all." Fashion designer Helen Martel, the Girl of the Times in 1987, said with the tone of an experienced person: "I am always addicted to the illusion of free attention. Some things have to be paid to perform."
Coco then zoomed in and retorted: "Look, there's a lot of money in the piano box."
"This is called begging and giving alms." Fashion designer Helen Martel said meaningfully: "Coco, I heard that you stood on the street and offered 5,000 liras for the first time?"
"Yes." Coco admitted generously.
"So, you are lucky enough to meet a commander who is willing to hire you for 5,000. But it is difficult for this coquettish sister at the train station to meet the right person at the right time (first time standing on the street). "(Commander)'." Fashion designer Helen Martel said calmly: "Think about it, how could Commander go under the overpass and look for a 50-lire Liuying (Sir). It's really close. ah……)?"
"Right time, right person." Coco understood. This is what fashion designer Helen Martel actually wants to say.
"Wait!" Wu Chen suddenly saw a familiar figure in the rush of people.
Coco's camera hurriedly caught up: "Ah, another surprise."
A contemporary girl dressed as a street girl was tearing off her skirt and chasing a group of pickpockets who were committing crimes at the station.
"Follow her, don't let her get hurt." Wu Chen immediately ordered.
"Understood." Coco rushed over immediately.
"Gianna, go and help." Wu Chen was afraid that something might happen to Coco.
"Okay, here we go." The female police captain, wearing the "Mk-2 rocket backpack", jumped into the air.
By the time Coco arrived, several pickpockets with no eyesight had already been knocked to the ground by a policewoman disguised as a street girl.
"The police are handling the case and filming is prohibited." The policewoman disguised as a street girl obviously did not recognize the deliberately dressed up Coco.
"Are you...Gianna?" Coco blurted out. Even though we are both girls of the times, you two are so similar.
"Huh?" The policewoman who was handcuffing the pickpocket was also stunned: "You know me?"
"Are you Gianna Amicucci?" Coco asked again.
"No, you have the wrong person. I am Gianna D'Amico." The policewoman disguised as a street girl picked up the huddled pickpockets one by one. He also skillfully pushed away the drooling head of a pickpocket who deliberately approached his thigh.
"Ah, another Jaina." Kexiao nodded, and saw a fire shadow descending from the sky.
The police captain dressed as Rockettes rushed to help immediately.
"Wow -" The policewoman disguised as a street girl was dumbfounded by the ultra-modern high-tech equipment.
"Let me introduce, this is Gianna Amicucci." Coco seemed to enjoy the scene of sisters recognizing each other: "This is Gianna D'Amico."
Policewoman Gianna D'Amico, who was disguised as a street girl, froze on the spot as expected. On the other hand, Rocket Girl Gianna Amicucci, who raised her visor, said nonchalantly: "It's not like I haven't encountered this kind of thing before. Where was it last time? Yes, New York."
"Huh?" Now Coco was stunned.
