Mediterranean Railway, Pozalo Railway Station.

Witnessing the completion of the handover ceremony with the flight team, the officers and crew members of the Fiat ETR Y 0160 Pandolino armored train and the light frigate of the Goddess of Wisdom got off the train together. Coco couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "So the next traffic light section will only depend on ourselves. Is it right, Mr. Commander?"

"Getting off at the nearest safe stop is also a normal handover (the established script)." Wu Chen smiled and said, "After all, this journey belongs to the rescue journey of the Times Girl."

"Mr. Commander is right." Captain Gianna, a female police captain, tried on the new "Mk-2 Rocket Backpack" with a thrust of up to 34,000 N in the open "multi-purpose boat garage" of the Goddess of Wisdom armed exploration yacht.

Another good news is that the ammunition base previously consumed was not only filled at one time, but the upper limit of the ammunition base also reached 1,000. This is one of the major collage upgrades brought by the Armed Adventure Yacht of the Goddess of Wisdom.

Taking advantage of the free stop, the female secretary Coco brought the female oil tycoon, the wife of the blonde butler Aldo, Paula, the island visitors Mrs. Peggy Davidson, Mrs. Mary Channey, Mrs. Trudy Ferrell and the female secretary Nancy White to form a huge lady group while wandering around the Pozzalo Railway Station, "when happens" to meet the racing girls who are taking photos with passengers around the Blue Fiat 642 RN2 Bartoletti Maserati Racing Transporter.

With the rise of motorsports that are popular in the Western world, these young and beautiful racing girls are the focus of attention wherever they go. In terms of widespread public popularity, they have surpassed the yacht girls sought after by the upper class.

The charm of the lady group is almost unstoppable. During the eager conversation, the background information of the girl on the car era was investigated clearly. The group of racing girls from the Maserati team had just finished their work in North Africa and were preparing to go to the Le Mans 24 HEURES DU MANS. The oil female tycoon Madam Moody took the opportunity to invite several racing girls to change their jobs and become private yacht girls, and the girls agreed in unison.

Not only are the guests I come into contact with on private yachts are all dignitaries, but the salary paid by the female oil tycoon is dozens of times that of the female racing girl. No one will refuse this proposal. As for the liquidated damages, there is no need for the female racing girl to worry about. The female oil tycoon only needs to sign a sponsorship agreement with the Maserati team and can be settled in minutes. "The problem that can be solved with money" is "not a problem" for Mrs. Moody who is in the rank of female tycoon.

What's more, the oil crisis that has been swept across Europe since the 1970s has not been completely eliminated. A female oil tycoon's sponsorship agreement. Oh my god, is there enough fuel pipes for racing cars? How could the Maserati team refuse?

In the Lady Group, the handheld camera after automatic collage upgrade can be used to record the perfect recruitment of the female oil tycoon Mrs. Moody: "Mr. Commander, these are just the noble ladies of passengers, which are really useful."

"That's right, Coco." Wu Chen, who watched the live video with the Times girl in the car, smiled and said, "So, this is the meaning of splicing two buses. Save as many people as possible and may have unexpected gains."

"So, is it our victory to send these passengers to the end of this journey?" Coco asked again.

"Of course." Wu Chen understood the profound meaning of Keke's question: "We will definitely arrive at the terminal safely and complete this 'multi-world' redemption journey."

"Huh?" The shaking shot shows that Coco has made new discoveries: "Mr. Commander, are you surprised or surprised?"

The camera that Coco stabilized again was aimed at a top-up tour car modified by a Fiat 238 van parked not far away. A band was performing hard. The pioneering "Hippi" pop music attracted many passengers entering and leaving the station to stop and watch, and many passers-by threw money and coins into the open guitar box. A hot girl in the band twisted her waist and used hot dance to cheer the band up, obviously also a girl of the era.

"It's indeed very unexpected." Wu Chen praised: "This shows that you are extremely plastic. No matter what profession you have, you are responsible for your career."

"After all, young." Fashion designer Helen Martel, a 1987 era girl, said in the tone of an experienced person: "Always addicted to the illusion of being paid for free. Some things have to be paid to perform."

Coco then pushed the camera closer and refuted: "Look, there is a lot of money in the piano box."

"This is called begging and alms." Fashion designer Helen Martel said meaningfully: "Coco, I heard that you first set up the street and offered a price of 5,000 lira?"

"Yes." Coco admitted generously.

"So, you're lucky enough to meet Mr. Commander who is willing to hire you with 5,000 lira. And this sister who is showing off at the train station will find it difficult to meet the 'right person (Mr. Commander)' at the 'right time (first time)'." Fashion designer Helen Martel said calmly: "Think about it, how could Mr. Commander go under the overpass to find the 50 lira flowing warbler (sir. It's really a little short...)?"

"The right time, the right person." Coco understands it. Fashion designer Helen Martel actually wants to say this.

"Wait!" In the midst of the rapid crowd, Wu Chen suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Coco's camera hurriedly chased after him: "Ah, another surprise."

A girl dressed as a street girl is tearing her skirt and chasing a group of station pickpockets who are committing crimes.

"Follow up and don't let her be hurt." Wu Chen ordered immediately.

"I understand." Keke rushed over immediately.

"Gianna, go and help." Wu Chen was afraid that something would happen to Coco.

"Okay, come here." The female police captain who was wearing the "Mk-2 Rocket Backpack" flew into the air.

When Coco arrived, several unobstructed pickpockets had been beaten to the ground by the female policewoman disguised as a street girl.

"Police handle cases, filming is prohibited." The female policewoman disguised as a street girl obviously did not recognize Coco who was deliberately dressed up.

"Are you... Jaina?" Coco blurted out. Even though we are all Time Girls, you two are really similar.

"Huh?" The policewoman was handcuffing the pickpocket and was stunned: "Do you know me?"

"Are you Jaina Amikuchi?" Coco asked again.

"No, you recognized the wrong person. I am Jaina Damiko." The female policewoman disguised as a street girl lifted the pickpockets curled up one by one. She also skillfully pushed away the salivating head of the pickpocket who deliberately approached her thighs.

"Ah, another Jaina." Koko nodded with a laugh and saw a Hokage falling from the sky.

The female police captain dressed in Rocket Girl came to help as soon as possible.

"Wow—" The super-age high-tech equipment was stunned by the policewoman disguising himself as a street girl.

"I'll introduce it. This is Gianna Amikuchi." Coco seems to enjoy the recognition of the sisters of the times: "This is Gianna Damiko."

Jaina Damiko, a policewoman who disguised himself as a street girl, stood there in surprise. On the other hand, Jaina Amikuchi, a Rocket girl who lifted her face, said indifferently: "I have encountered such a thing before. Where was the last time? Yes, New York."
Chapter completed!