Chapter 4 Racing boy Jia Yan!

"There's no need for you, you, me and me. Let's go. It's in the woods ahead. Your life is over."

The disguised police officer pushed the female reporter and led her deep into the woods with a sneer.

The female reporter felt dizzy. She was just an ordinary reporter with a sense of justice. She didn't expect that her talk today would put her life in danger.

"Everyone, it's not good for you to treat a beautiful lady like this."

Suddenly, everyone present heard a rather abrupt young man's voice. They were horrified and looked towards the back.

The female reporter was slow for a moment, and when she looked around, the police officers pretending to be cruel to her were already falling to the ground.

She widened her eyes, looked around at the people lying on the ground, and quickly looked at the owner of the voice.

As a human being in this world and a well-informed reporter, she still knows that there are many strong people in the world. Although this planet is dominated by technology, the status of the strong is still extremely high.

Has a strong man come?

Great, the strong men on our planet still have a sense of justice.

The reporters were all in tears and extremely moved.

But when she fixed her gaze on the young man who appeared, she was startled again.

It's not that I know the young man, but I simply feel that this strong man's face is a bit too young, right?

Fifteen? Still sixteen? Could such a young boy be the one to bring down the tall and powerful men around him? Did you make a mistake?

"Miss, are you okay?" Suddenly, the young man laughed like a spring breeze, making people feel as if they had extremely intimate thoughts about him.

Of course, this intimacy is not a wrong idea, but I really think that he is very easy-going and can't help but feel like a family member.

"I'm fine, little brother...little sir, did you do this? It's amazing. Are you a martial arts practitioner?"

The female reporter knelt down and tried to find the key to the handcuffs on the person pretending to be a police officer. However, before she could search for long, she heard a slight sound on her handcuffs, and then her hands were freed.

Turning his head, he saw that the young man had his fingers stretched out. It was actually he who had moved his hands and feet.

This young man is more powerful than I thought.

The female reporter rubbed her sore arm, her eyes filled with curiosity and awe.

Like most ordinary people in this world, she was full of awe for the strong, but the young man's overly young face made her reporter instinct extremely curious, and she wanted to solve the mystery of the young man's strength.

But after all, he was a lifesaver. After saving you, he still pestered you to ask about your origins. It was like checking your household registration. He would definitely be unhappy, so she didn't ask any more questions.

"Me? I am a martial arts practitioner, yes. Let's get out of here quickly. I feel that their communicator has been automatically activated, and their people may be coming soon."

The young man smiled.

Following the young man's gaze, the female reporter discovered that the several fake police officers who were unconscious had gleaming sirens lighting up. Sure enough, someone was communicating with them about their location.

"Walk."

The female reporter's hair stood on end as she quickly stood up and walked towards the path outside.

"Hey, are you just going to walk? If you can't walk far, come on, get in the car."

The young man shook his head speechlessly, yelled at the woman to stop, and then got into the 'police car' pretending to be a police officer.

"Oh, okay." The female reporter blushed, and she realized that this was a wilderness. It would take at least a few hours to walk to the city, and she would be arrested on the way.

But... doesn't the car belong to these bad guys? There will be no problem if a young man drives this car with him.

It wasn't until she was firmly seated in the passenger seat that she realized another, more serious problem.

"You...you are only a teenager, do you have a driver's license? Do you want me to drive?" She looked at the young man in horror, looking at him with eyes that absolutely did not believe that he had the driving skills.

"Don't worry, I just learned... cough, I can drive."

The young man almost said the wrong thing, but he had no time to correct it because the female reporter's eyes were already frightened.

If an untrained person suddenly drives a flying car, it will definitely cause problems because it is different from ground vehicles hundreds of years ago, because the flying car looks like it is flying in the sky, but in fact it has extremely high operational and spatial awareness. According to the requirements, more than half of the people who take the flying car license test every year fail to pass, precisely because flying cars are very difficult to drive.

This young man actually said that he had just learned it?

"I..." Before the female reporter could say what she had come to say, she felt her body suddenly move.

The speeding car left the ground and flew high into the sky, and as soon as it stepped up, the speed was extremely fast, like a rocket, and the speeding car almost fell apart.

The female reporter let out a high-frequency scream and thought she was really going to die this time.

But after a while, the hovering posture of the speeding car gradually adjusted and turned into a smooth driving.

"Don't worry. Isn't this adjusted?" The young man's joking tone made the female reporter breathe a sigh of relief. She opened her eyes and felt slightly dazed.

Because today's speeding cars are extremely fast and press on the edge of the legal limit, but do not break through the legal limit, the traffic obstruction devices on the road will not be triggered.

What kind of operation is this? Is it really the first time for a young man to drive a speeding car? Why does it feel like he's showing off his skills?

The female reporter's teeth were itching. She suspected that some illegal organizations were teaching children to drive speeding cars. If she had a chance next time, she would definitely investigate and expose it!

This is the occupational disease of journalists.

"Sit tight, the pursuers from behind are coming."

The young man, or should we say he is Jia Yan now, calmly reminded the female reporter, and then pushed the operating lever of the flying car, causing the flying car to drift at an extremely high speed.

The vehicle chasing after them suddenly deviated from an air traffic control channel and was severely warned by a warning device in the sky.

But Jia Yan's police car was not warned at all, because the operations of Yixi Lie were all carried out on the edge of what is allowed by the law.

This is the terrible thing about powerful control.

It was indeed the first time for Jia Yan to drive such a speeding car, and even the first time to see such a speeding car, but within a few seconds, he could understand the methods and skills of driving such a speeding car, which was better than that of professional drivers. Hundreds of times.

Let him drive lawfully, and he can do it, and he can also get rid of the large number of pursuers behind him.

Police speedsters or armed vehicles began to surround them one after another. Except for not using weapons, other methods were used.

"Miss reporter, these people are driving illegally, will they be caught?" Jia Yan asked happily while driving.

The female reporter was stunned and nervous to death.

"Yes, our city's air traffic system is computer-controlled. Until the highest level of regulations is issued, they will be judged as illegal."

"That's good, hurry up, we're going to have a few legal escape operations next."

Jia Yan nodded.

The entire speeding car ran at the legal speed and line, passing through the enemy speeding cars intercepting from the front, drifting into an elusive rhythm.

And because it is a road flying in the sky, the upper, lower, left, and right width and height limits are more flexible. Jia Yan can always find a gap to get through where those who block the road think there is no escape.

Soon, there were about thirty or forty cars behind him, and he passed by them lightly.

Bang.

Finally, a vehicle couldn't help but open fire, and bullets were fired at the police car here. It was obvious that the other party was also a strong man, and the shots were accurate and powerful.

But what made him extremely desperate was that Jia Yan used a driving skill. The vehicle was like an extremely flexible air elf, as if it came to life. With a momentary movement, it avoided the warhead of this strong man.

"This... tell the higher ups that the driver is probably a strong man. Now we are in trouble!"

The strong man sat back in the car extremely stiffly, and was about to let the driver beside him continue to chase, but suddenly several automatic robots with police logos on them floated down above their heads, with their guns pointed at them.

"Illegal persons, because you have violated Articles 184, 179, and 256 of the Traffic Regulations. The circumstances are extremely serious. You are now notified to accept detention. Otherwise, you will be automatically killed by the police robot. Warning for the first time, please turn off the engine. Get off the car, second warning..."

Automatic police robots are quite intelligent, and they know it even if they don't turn off the engine.

The strong men present and the other vehicles coming behind them were helpless.

If the trouble continues, the situation will get bigger and bigger. Although they are not afraid of police robots, if the situation gets bigger, it will be difficult to deal with it. It is not cost-effective for an escaped female reporter.

"Forget it, let her go first, and then send people to hunt her down later."

The strong man gave up the chase, and he vaguely felt in his heart that the driver in the female reporter's car might be a strong man with good strength. If he and others chased him, there might be danger, so it was better to give up now. , let others do this.

The strong man got out of the car silently, looked at the female reporter's car leaving without being blocked by the police robot from a distance, and sighed.

It always felt like they were just a little bit close. The two guys who escaped were really lucky.

"They were stopped by police robots, great! By the way, why weren't we stopped!?"

The female reporter was in the car in front and found that all the pursuers behind her were blocked. She could not help but let out a long sigh of relief, but she was also suspicious.

There is no way, this is the reporter's instinct, if you have doubts about anything, you want to get to the bottom of it.

"Because we didn't violate traffic laws at all, didn't there be an alarm on the car?"

Jia Yan pointed to the display screen in front of the steering wheel. Sure enough, although the display screen reminded them that they were approaching the police line, it did not violate traffic regulations.

"What you did just now didn't violate traffic laws? Is that true?"

The female reporter felt unbelievable. If what she did just now was not considered a violation of traffic laws, how did she get so many violation records when she was at work? In comparison, I have been driving very carefully, okay?

Looking at the young man again, he felt that it was not his problem, but the young man's.

The data on the screen showed the previous driving trajectory, driving along the warning line throughout the entire process. No wonder the car behind could not catch up.

What she didn't know was that it was definitely the first time for Jia Yan to drive this car, and he had no clue about traffic regulations.

There happened to be a prompt on the monitor, so he just followed it. There was nothing mysterious about it.

Of course, even if you were stopped just now, it wouldn't be a big problem.

With Jia Yan's strength, it was impossible for the female reporter to be captured.

Now that he wants to take care of this matter, no one on this planet can stop him.

"Do you have anywhere else to hide besides where you live?"

Jia Yan asked with seemingly no scruples while driving the car.

He knew that this car belonged to someone else, and there might be communication or recording equipment in the car to transmit their conversations and performance to a distant place.

But the brain wave power was released, and the machine that wanted to detect his conversation couldn't find anything at all.

"I definitely can't go back to my home. These crazy guys will look for me, but I have a place that they definitely don't know about. It's in the suburbs. I'll point you there, but this car..."

"It's okay, we can just change it."

Change a car?

The female reporter didn't understand what Jia Yan said. When she did, she didn't know what to say.

Jia Yan came to the ground, found a car, and the car opened automatically. Jia Yan asked the female reporter to take out enough money to buy the car, transfer it to the car owner's card number, and then flew away with the female reporter.

Then he went to the next place, and he traded this car with a junk car stall on the roadside, exchanging a good car for a junk car, and then rode a bicycle-like but powerful car, without a license plate, with a The female reporter rode slowly in the direction she indicated.

"You're a kid, so you know a lot about these things. By the way, are you a kid? I don't feel like you."

The female reporter sat in the back row, looking at Jia Yan, and suddenly felt a little wary in her heart.

After all, she had gone through a lot today, and she would be a fool to remain so innocent.

"Me? Haha, look for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com. You just think I'm not a child."

Jia Yan laughed, enjoying the pleasure of riding this two-wheeled bicycle. While admiring the green scenery on the roadside, he walked towards the place provided by the female reporter.

Not long after, they arrived at the location indicated by the female reporter. It was a good place. They saw an old-looking but charming cabin.

"This wooden house is the house of a distant relative of mine. She passed away suddenly a few days ago. Before she went, she hung up the phone and told me that this house would be given to me because I was the closest relative she could find. I am concerned about this. I haven’t told anyone, and we can’t even find our relationship in the family tree, so no one should know.”

The female reporter took Jia Yan into the wooden house.

Sure enough, it is an antique wooden house, old and old, with its own unique temperament.

"This distant relative of mine has been a lifelong copywriter. There isn't much else in this house, but there are a lot of books. In other words, it was her influence that led me to this line of work."

Female reporters are very eloquent, talking about themselves and revealing their own experiences.