"It's over!" John McClain shook his head in pain after hanging up the phone.

"It takes thirty minutes to get to the Wall Street subway station. It is at least twenty blocks away from us. At this point, it will probably take more than twice as long. What are you doing?"

Seeing John Maclean jump into the road and quickly hail a taxi, Dees quickly followed him.

"You seem to be going in the wrong direction, toward Wall Street." Diss, who was driving a taxi, kindly reminded him as he watched where John McClain was driving.

"You are talking about the normal way, but I am the fastest, crossing the park."

"The park road is even more congested."

"I said through the park, not the park road." John McClain stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel, and the taxi rushed into the park on the roadside.

There are people playing here everywhere, and everyone is admiring the beautiful scenery of the park.

Suddenly a taxi appeared out of nowhere and ran rampant in the park, scaring everyone so much that they screamed and ran away.

"Turn left ahead!"

"There are trees, there are trees, slow down."

Diss, who was frightened by John McClane's madness, held on to the handle tightly for fear of being thrown out by the continuously bumpy taxi.

"Ha ha!"

Amid John McClane's loud laughter, the taxi, which had been transformed beyond recognition, jumped out of the park wall and flew onto the sidewalk outside the wall, smashing several bicycles.

"Why did it only take a few minutes to get from 72nd Street to Broadway? Isn't it faster than the way you said?" It had been a long time since he had driven happily. John McClain's depression was swept away and he looked at the passenger seat.

Dis, who came up, smiled.

"It's crazy." Deese made a prayer gesture and held a moment of silence for those injured while dodging taxis in the park.

"not good!"

Extreme joy brings sorrow. John McClain was happy for only two minutes before he had to hit the brakes.

In front of them, hundreds of cars were jammed together, forming New York's most famous attraction, the Great Traffic Jam.

"What should we do now? We can't be stuck here." Looking at the endless traffic, John McClain asked very depressedly.

"It's impossible to get through here unless we go in the opposite direction and take the crosswalk." Dis shrugged, saying that he had no choice.

"Going the wrong way, use the crosswalk." John McClain picked up the phone in the taxi and dialed 119. "I am Officer John McClain of the New York Police Department, badge number 7479.

I'm on Broadway now and want you to send an ambulance over immediately. Two police officers were injured and fell to the ground here. Emergency rescue is needed. Send the ambulance over immediately."

"What are you going to do?" Seeing John McClain put down the microphone, Dis had an ominous premonition.

"Don't worry, it's okay. The ambulance will be here in a minute." John McClain chuckled, put the car into gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the taxi hit the guardrail on the side and rushed into the opposite lane next door.

Compared to the southbound direction, which is already heavily congested, there are a lot of cars here and you can drive at a high speed. The only disadvantage is that this is the wrong direction.

"Peng!"

Now that he has started driving in the opposite direction, John McClain no longer pays attention to the rules. In order to reach his destination as soon as possible, he can drive however he wants, as long as he does not hit anyone.

As for losses.

It's not something that a little policeman like me thinks about.

Great beautiful Congress bear.

"Peng!"

The taxi crashed the bicycle left at the intersection and rushed to another street.

Because it appeared so suddenly, countless normal cars on the road were affected, triggering a series of car collisions. At least two dozen cars collided with each other and were seriously damaged.

"How long?" John McClain asked as he drove the taxi through the streets and alleys.

"Eighteen minutes, we still have half the distance." Looking at his watch, Dis replied.

"There is no time, we are divided into two groups." Looking at the subway station not far away, John McClain rushed over.

"This is not Wall Street."

Seeing John McClane get out of the car, Dees reminded him.

"I know, I need to get on the train to find the bomb, and you, go to the phone booth to answer the phone." John McClain jumped out of the car and turned around.

"Okay, that guy asked us to answer the phone together."

"I know, but this is the only way to break the situation. We can't be led by others. If you fail, I will cover you. If I fail, you will cover me.

Just have one that succeeds."

"What if we all fail?" Dis asked quickly.

"Then we're done. Let's go quickly. We must be at the subway station before 20 minutes." John McClain shrugged and ran into the subway station quickly.

Looking at the figure of John McClain, Dis shook his head, gritted his teeth and drove to Wall Street Street.

Not long after he left, John McClane ran out of the subway station.

Because he was going too fast, the subway was already closed.

In order to catch up with the train, John McClane had to think of a crazy idea.

Open the ventilation channel of the subway tunnel and jump directly onto the subway.

This is an extremely dangerous move.

If it weren't for John McClane's agility and protagonist's aura, he would have smashed the glass and jumped into the car.

If ordinary people do this, ninety-nine out of a hundred people will be thrown off the train and turned into pulp.

On the other side, Diess drove a taxi madly toward Wall Street, running through countless red lights along the way.

As for Lei Weidong.

Then I took a taxi and walked slowly to Wall Street. The plot has not reached its climax yet, and the gold is still in the reserve vault, so there is no need to be too anxious.

10:19.

Dice, who was driving like crazy, arrived at the Wall Street subway station on time and arrived at the Simon Says phone booth.

At the same time.

John McClane also discovered a suspicious object on the train.

When I opened it, I saw it was the liquid bomb that Charlie mentioned.

Fortunately, the color inside has not turned red yet, it is white.

Otherwise, on the train, John McClane would have nowhere to run even if he wanted to.

"Get out of the way, everyone, get out of the way. I am Officer John McClain of the New York Police Department. I want you to move to the front of the car calmly. Now, quickly, leave now."

John McClain, who was holding the liquid bomb, ordered as he walked toward the back of the car.

Beautiful Chinese people are not stupid, especially New Yorkers.

Attacks occur every three days and explosions occur every five days, making everyone develop the habit of not watching the excitement.

I heard John McClain claiming to be a policeman, and his men were holding strange things.

Everyone walked to the other end of the carriage very obediently, and no stupid young man dared to do anything against them.

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Chapter completed!