Just as the gangster car rushed up, policewoman Jaina was about to take the lead in attacking, when the policeman beside him angrily spit out a long tongue of flames with a submachine gun.

"Dadada..."

Bullets spilled all the way from the accidental ambulance car to the ground. They penetrated the hood of the gangster car, leaving a long longitudinal thread of blood and blood splashing. They were still spreading back until all the magazines were knocked out.

"Boom--" The gangster car that was penetrated by a bloodline and the dead bandits who could not die anymore were blown into a fireball.

The modern girl with her chest undulating and sensation in her rapid breathing, the policewoman Jiana couldn't help but praise her: "Good job, Coco."

"Be careful!" Wu Chen turned the direction violently. The revengeful gangster bullet penetrated his flying hair and smashed the side carriage. The modern girl was almost thrown out of the carriage. Fortunately, the female policewoman Jiana next to her was quick-eyed and pulled her back.

Wu Chen accelerated again, widened the distance, and secretly controlled the gangster vehicles driven by the bandits with accurate movements, inducing gangster cars to change lanes, chaotic overtaking, etc., which is beneficial to Wu Chen's traffic conditions.

With Coco's personal demonstration, the policewoman Jaina was greatly inspired. The moment the second gangster car rushed in, the policewoman shot the righteous bullets accurately blew the driver's head.

The car that was shot in the head was suddenly turned and collided with the car behind the railing.

The rear car, which had no time to react, directly knocked the out-of-control car in the middle, causing a series of major collisions. The policewoman saw the opportunity and shot the fuel tank and exploded into a sea of ​​fire. Many bandits with fire all over the body rushed out of the car, and fell to the ground without taking a few steps and burned to charcoal. There were more bandits firing frantically to shoot their companions, so that they could end the pain as soon as possible. There were also gangster cars that had no time to brake and crashed into the sea of ​​fire, and were nailed to death by the dense firepower of the female soldiers. With a muffled sound, the hood exploded. The body full of bullet holes was swallowed up by the burning flames.

Wu Chen drove the assembly car all the way forward until the bullets that penetrated the sea of ​​fire gradually faded away with sporadic gunshots and explosions. The female soldiers who had exhausted all the ammunition were silent one by one, watching the tragic explosion scene disappear at the end of the road.

"Good job, ladies." Wu Chen let go of the accelerator and slowed down the car.

Before the female soldiers could come to their senses, the roar of the engine sounded again.

"There are also gangsters." Policewoman Gianna immediately returned to the position: "Change the magazine quickly. Quick!"

The girls of the times acted immediately and prepared for a new round of battle.

"Huh?" At this moment, the modern girl who was standing up in a pergola and looking around suddenly noticed an abnormality: "This is a small car."

"Ah, Fiat Panda." The policewoman also recognized it: "It's probably impossible to be a gangster car."

The designer used the "four-wheel refrigerator" to describe its compactness. The first generation of Fiat Panda debuted at the Geneva Motor Show in March 1980. The boxy shape and minimalist interior made the Fiat Panda, which took the practical route, still caused a trend in Italy, breaking Volkswagen's prejudice that urban cars are both small and uncomfortable, and capturing the hearts of six million people around the world.

The 1980s was known as the Panda era. In 1980, Fiat began to produce three-door Panda hatchbacks at the Turin factory. This miniature car was very popular for its practical and inexpensiveness. Initially, the series consisted of two versions: the Fiat Panda 30, equipped with a twin-cylinder 650cc air-cooled engine; and the Fiat Panda 45, equipped with a 900cc four-cylinder water-cooled engine.

This irritable car that is chasing at high speed is the first generation of Fiat Panda 45, with a maximum speed of 45 horsepower and a maximum speed of 140 kilometers per hour. It is worthy of being known as the "four-wheel refrigerator".

"Oh. Don't attack first, sisters." said Jaina, a policewoman who stared at Fiat Panda 45, "There is a very familiar lady in the car."

"That's right, I look like I'm a sister from a different era." The female reporter also saw it.

"Didi, Didi--" The car that chased to the rear of the car did not stop, but changed lanes and overped the side of the cab.

"Hello." Through the car window, the female driver of Fiat Panda 45 shouted at Wu Chen.

"Is there something wrong?" Wu Chen replied with a smile through the window. Needless to say, she is also one of the different homospora.

"Can you accept my exclusive interview?" The female driver raised the recording microphone placed in the co-pilot and turned on the amplifier of the speaker: "About those gangsters just now-"

"Ah? You said - what?" Wu Chen pointed to his ears. He didn't hear it.

"Can you accept me - exclusive interview?" The female driver also yelled loudly as Wu Chen.

Wu Chen gently turned the direction. While approaching the Fiat Panda, he rolled down the car window. This time he used a louder sound:

"What did you say?"

"I said—" As soon as the female driver said, the assembly truck suddenly squeezed over.

With his eyes dazzled, the female driver shuddered: "Can you... accept my exclusive interview..."

13+51+120+70x4+45=509 horsepower.

"Ahem." The voice came from the policewoman with disheveled hair and a bruised nose and a swollen face: "Welcome, sister. I am Gianna Amikuchi from 1976."

"Independent Investigative Reporter. Amalia Passalacqua." The female driver driving a Fiat Panda habitually used the usual imitation sentences of interviews: "I'm from 1980."

The so-called independent journalists are professional journalists who do not serve any media, conduct investigations from a personal perspective, and authorize a press release to publish a press release. Investigative journalists refer to professional journalists engaged in investigative reporting. The main job is to expose behind-the-scenes scandals of criminal forces or collusion between political and business. This particularity leads to them being often threatened, beaten, insulted, killed, and even maliciously stigmatized after death. However, this does not reduce their enthusiasm and courage, but they are most afraid of justice being dead.

It is said that some famous independent female journalists will disguise themselves as various professions to approach the investigation target. They will use all their strengths to find the secrets behind the target, including sacrificing their hues.

"Who are you?" Out of trust in the flight squad logo on the female policewoman, and the sisters fighting just now, it was impossible to see the normal appearance. So this female independent investigative journalist Amaria Pasalaka did not recognize her alien peer. However, the female independent investigative journalist who has been monitoring the police channel is sure that there is "exclusive news" in the group of people in front of her that can change her career.

The police car barricades and gangster car wreckage on the road are proof of this.

"We are you from different ages." The policewoman who said this sentence was already very fluent. Obviously, she had recognized and accepted this strange imagination of time and space from the bottom of her heart. She was extremely silky and had no worries at all.

"What?" She is a female independent investigative reporter who is more powerful than a female reporter from the newspaper: "What are you kidding me?"

"Don't worry, take a closer look at us first." The female reporter of the newspaper clarified her appearance a little. By the way, the real appearance of a pair of panda eyes twisted to the swollen nose was completely unable to distinguish the true appearance.

However, the beautiful female independent investigator who thought so in her heart also looked at it carefully and gradually couldn't laugh: "I won't be dreaming about what happened."

"'I thought I was dreaming too'." The female reporter from the newspaper seemed to be inspired.

"It was her at first." Policewoman Gianna pointed to modern girl Coco: "The gentleman who was driving paid 5,000 lira to hire street workers."

When everyone heard 5,000 lira, they nodded from the bottom of their hearts and said, "It's worth the price."

As he was talking, the assembly truck slowly stopped under the traffic light.

The next intersection is here again.
Chapter completed!