Marvel Magic Event Book

Salomon decided to put down everything he was doing and take his cat to meet the witches who were shopping for Christmas gifts.Bayonetta told the magician that Joan of Arc was now driving Salomon's motorcycle around the city because she was impatient with the trouble of going shopping - "wandering around" the mystic mage chewed the word, subconsciously thinking that he You should always pay attention to the news to see if there are any police car chases in Manhattan.The crime rate has already increased during this period, and the NYPD is already so busy that the detectives are also patrolling the streets. It is not something worth showing off to have the police devote their energy to chasing witches racing on the streets when Christmas is approaching. thing.

"Damn it, we lost it!" Officer Carter slapped the steering wheel angrily.

"Anyway, this is just the task of the patrol police. We are just helping." The chubby Detective Fusco quickly reassured his old partner, lest Officer Carter take it seriously and spend the whole day chasing down speeding criminals.To be honest, he could tell at a glance how expensive the Ducati motorcycle the white-haired woman was riding was. It was absolutely impossible for the NYPD police to compete with that kind of racing-level motorcycle in the constant flow of traffic with an old police car. High or low.

"It's Christmas! Look how many kids are on the streets!" Officer Carter raised his voice to the point of screaming, "You saw how fast she was going! What if she hits a kid? We have to Arrest her as soon as possible! Give me the radio and I'll call for backup."

A look of mischievous amusement began to appear on the motorcycle rider's helmet-hidden face.

She couldn't bear the small task of slowly picking out gifts and jewelry. She needed some stimulation.She turned from Tenth Avenue in Manhattan onto the High Line at West 23rd Street, then sped north from 11th Avenue to the Silver Tower Apartments.Then she turned right and drove from West 42nd Street through the Bond Times Hotel toward Madame Tussauds until she reached the Grand Central Terminal on East 42nd Street.She also planned to drive along Lexington Avenue to East 33rd Street and then to the Empire State Building, where a large number of police officers would gather behind her motorcycle.

The drivers she passed along the way did not hesitate to spit, expressing their anger at the rampaging female rider.Joan of Arc responded kindly with a middle finger despite her busy schedule, prompting some of the drivers to step on the accelerator and follow.It's just that they didn't have the perseverance and cooperation of the NYPD to chase her in a large circle in Manhattan - she stopped for a while on East 33rd Road, waiting for herself to be discovered.Joan of Arc plans to carry out her plan and show the New York crowd how to drive a motorcycle up a skyscraper.Until a man wearing a suit and holding a fat gray short-haired cat stood in the middle of Fifth Avenue, looking at the white-haired witch with a smile on his face.Neither the passing traffic nor the crowd seemed to see him.Joan of Arc noticed something unusual right away, because this man would attract attention wherever he went, even if he was wearing the simplest clothes.

Joan tightened the accelerator and drove the Ducati over without hesitation.She crashed into a piece of broken glass, and the stone bricks under the wheels kept retreating like a treadmill. No matter how fast the witch accelerated, she had to stay in place.Salomon held the cat in his arms and slowly approached the motorcycle that was running on the same spot. "This is my motorcycle, Joan of Arc." He said with a smile, "I have to change the license plate now."

"You're so busy anyway, and you don't drive." The witch stopped the car, took off her racing helmet, and angrily brushed the white hair on her head. "I guess you won't have a problem with that, will you?"

"You're right." Salomon put the cat into Joan's arms and took the helmet. "What are you going to do?"

"Drive up to the Empire State Building!" The white-haired witch grinned, "This is definitely very interesting!"

"Carter, the rider appears again." The chubby Detective Fusco sighed.He had to put his donut back in the box or he would suffer when his partner started the police car. "The patrol team has followed, but they said that there was a man in a suit on the motorcycle, and the rider also changed into him. The female rider in a leather jacket was sitting on the back seat."

"Very good, now the seats in the back of the police car can be full!" Officer Carter said confidently, "Harold Finch and John said they would need our help later, and I think we can solve this little problem. Go later.”

Detective Fusco clicked his tongue, "Whatever you do."

Detective Fusco will never forget what happened next.Although he had already seen Iron Man soaring over Manhattan on TV, and had experienced the alien invasion during the Battle of New York, this was the first time he saw someone driving a motorcycle straight up. skyscrapers.

"So handsome! Ahem, I mean, too arrogant!"

"Issuing a wanted warrant," Officer Carter said, "There's another big trouble in New York."

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"I know the good things you two have done!" Bayonetta put her hands on her hips and kept poking the mystic's chest with her fingers.Salomon and Joan of Arc averted their eyes in a tacit understanding, pretending that nothing happened. "I knew as soon as I saw the news that no one else could do this except you two." The black-haired witch wore a strapless black dress, and the cold weather outside could not shake her beauty.Although Salomon was much taller than Bayonetta at this time, facing the man she had trained (trained, taught) since childhood, Bayonetta rarely showed the majesty of an older woman, "Wait a minute Just wait and see! Miranda will definitely not let you go!"

Salomon never expected that the relationship between Bayonetta and Athena would be so good that they would call each other by their first names.

Miranda Minerva is the pseudonym of Athena. If she were not still in public, Bayonetta might just say the name Athena.The black-haired witch sniffed the leather coat on Jeanne's body, and then sniffed the scent on the mystic mage's neck. Her eyes suddenly changed. "You actually still have time to play like this!" Bayonetta twisted Salomon's tie with her slender fingers, like a hunter twisting his prey after returning from a wild hunt.She leaned against the mystic's chest, and her long legs were exposed in the slit skirt.She asked her friend, "I want to take this boy away. Do you have any objections?"

"Of course not." Joan of Arc shrugged, "I can explain it to Minerva as long as it takes."

"I will definitely be here before dinner." The witch raised her chin proudly, "Remember to bring the gifts. The children in the orphanage are also our children."

"My mother gave the orphanage to you?" Salomon asked in disbelief, "Why?"

"Do you think no one is aware of your predicament, little fool? The children in the orphanage have received a good education, and their personalities have been adjusted by your adoptive mother. When they grow up, they will be the people you need most, officer , clerks, artists, etc." Bayonetta raised her head, her delicate eyes brushing over the mystic's face like a veil.She pulled on the tie like the reins of a horse, with a fearless attitude.

"You need people for your cause, and those children who have left the orphanage as adults will also be recalled. Your adoptive mother has prepared everything for you, my little boy."