Chapter 453 Tribute to ASP

While Jack was chasing, he was still considering whether to upgrade his small vehicle driving skills to the master level.

Since the last system upgrade, which divided vehicle driving into small vehicles and large vehicles, the two skills have not been upgraded, and they still maintain the status of one being proficient and the other being beginner.

Under the master-level small vehicle driving skill, the progress bar barely moved. Jack suspected that at this level, ordinary vehicles would not gain experience, and some stunts might be required.

It doesn't have to be the "duangduang" kind, but at least it has to be the level of a speeding car chase, so it will probably be effective.

Now that he has accumulated 25 gold coins, it seems that it is okay to spend money occasionally. Thinking like this, he opened the system panel in his mind and raised the driving level of small vehicles to the master level.

What does it mean to use your fingers like an arm? What is the integration of people and vehicles? Jack regretted a little. If he had known it would be so enjoyable, he should have improved his driving skills long ago.

The tires slid across the road, making a squeaking sound. The "Mammoth", which was larger than an ordinary pickup truck, was as nimble as a cheetah galloping on the grassland under Jack's control.

It was just after noon, and the traffic on the road was not considered congested, but this cunning taxi did not go to the street, but chose the side roads.

Jack didn't dare to chase too closely. His car only had a temporary police light and no siren. After all, even the FBI would not allow agents to install these things on their private cars.

So he could only rely on the sirens of the two police cars, Tim and John, who were also chasing after him, to remind citizens along the way to avoid them. Moreover, there was no chance of PIT when traveling on these small roads.

Maintaining a speed of about 50 to 55 miles per hour, Jack clung to the yellow taxi in front of him like a dog-skin plaster. With him clearing the way, a group of LAPD police cars behind him easily followed.

Soon, the sound of the police helicopter's engine appeared in the sky. The taxi driven by the suspect in front finally couldn't hold back and turned onto a main road.

"Attention, the suspect's taxi entered Highway 134 and was traveling from west to east, with the Colorado Street Bridge in front of it."

At this time, Jack no longer cares about looking at the map. There may be too many accidents on the path. He is fully focused and always vigilant at every intersection. The chase lasts only more than ten minutes, and he no longer remembers how many red lights he has passed.

Therefore, Jiejie in the passenger seat took over the task of identifying the direction and location tacitly. Just after she finished reporting, Tim's slightly anxious voice came from the intercom, "If you want to find a way to stop him, the Colorado Street Bridge at this time It’s all tourists.”

The Colorado Street Bridge was built in 1913 and was the tallest concrete bridge in the world at the time. The huge arched bridge was 150 feet high.

This bridge was turned into a romantic landmark in Los Angeles by the movie "La La Land". Every year, couples taking photos on the bridge are constantly passing by.

However, in fact, the Colorado Street Bridge was the most famous "suicide bridge" in the world in the early 20th century. As for why so many people committed suicide, anyone who has studied some modern history and knows what an economic crisis is will understand.

Jack subconsciously glanced at the stopwatch. At this time, the speed of the car had increased to 100 miles, which was 160 kilometers per hour. If he wanted to increase the speed again, he would have to imitate Officer Alice of the Arkansas State Police.

The brave state trooper used his small car to successfully PIT the large pickup truck at a speed of 175 kilometers (109 miles) per hour, and was then directly pushed up by the rolling pickup truck and took off.

Thinking that the FBI had not reimbursed him for his previous Raptor F-150, Jack felt distressed and resolutely stepped on the accelerator.

There was no car on the road ahead, and the opportunity was right in front of us. The Ford taxi driven by the suspect had no time to react, and the "Mammoth" suddenly appeared on the right side of its body.

As Jack turned the steering wheel slightly to the left, the specially reinforced bumper pressed against the rear left wheel of the car in front. The yellow Ford taxi instantly lost control and the body began to roll sideways.

At the same time, he straightened the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes hard. While the "Mammoth" left two black tire marks on the rough road, the out-of-control taxi in front rolled sideways.

The body of the Ford car deformed and twisted under repeated collisions with the road. The broken glass fragments, metal parts falling from the car body, and the items in the car, including the suspect who was not wearing a seat belt, were all caught in the tumbling car. Was thrown out in the process.

The suspect was quite burly, but at this moment he was helpless like a rag doll. He was thrown up high, flew all the way down the highway, and fell into a drainage ditch.

Looking at this scene, Jack slowly parked the "Mammoth" on the side of the road, and before several LAPD police cars behind him arrived with their sirens blaring "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...wwwww you..."... For a moment.

"See you at your house tonight."

Wiping his slightly sweaty hands on his pants, Jack opened the car door and got out of the car. He thought about going back to get a few pairs of labor protection gloves and throwing them in the glove box. They might be a little dirty, but they are also the best fighting force. addition.

When passing the front of the car, Jack subconsciously looked back. His performance just now was quite perfect. Except for some traces of friction on the bumper, the "Mammoth" itself was unscathed and was worth ten system gold coins.

The LAPD police cars behind him had also stopped in the emergency lane and were running quickly towards the accident site. When John drew his gun and arrived in front of the overturned taxi, the two front wheels were still turning slowly.

"Where is the suspect? Has anyone seen the suspect?" John looked down at the empty cab and asked loudly.

"There, I saw him fly out of the car." Jiejie pointed to the drainage ditch more than ten meters away.

At this time, several LASD police cars had arrived, and sirens blared all around. Two officers from the FBI and LAPD went down to the roadside together, and soon saw a body in the direction that Jiejie pointed. Then another head was found farther away.

"Looks like we don't need an ambulance." Tim shrugged.

The suspect's head was face down, deeply embedded in the foul-smelling mud of the ditch. After taking photos, the miserable John and two police officers spent a lot of effort to fish him out. .

This is the result of not wearing a seat belt. A car accident at high speed is the same as falling from a height. The fragile human body can easily be dismembered under a huge impact due to a small obstacle.

"At least he doesn't need to pursue women's body odor anymore." Jack looked at the head in front of him whose mouth and nose were tightly blocked by mud, and there was no waver in his heart.

When he entered the chemical laboratory before, although he only had a glimpse, he could guarantee that the row of candles neatly placed on the test table were definitely not used for lighting during a power outage.

It's time to start recuperating, and it's time for the protagonist to go to a wider world.