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In fact, the Cindy family's residence is not too far from Cadman Plaza.

A few hundred dollars to a taxi driver is way too much, but who cares about tipping too much?

The driver put away those green Franklins, and glanced at the child in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

"You said you were in a hurry, but how anxious are you?"

"Very, very anxious, sir—"

"Put on your seat belt and I'll take you there."

Before Ezekiel finished speaking, he was interrupted by the taxi driver.

In the face of Mr. Benjamin Franklin, the brown-yellow taxi engine let out a low growl.

As a master in the field, Ezekiel naturally heard some tricks.

"To be honest, I rarely meet a passenger like you."

Only then did Ezekiel notice that the driver was a white man in a light gray suit with a beard around his face.

"Did you hear it? This is a GTR dressed in a taxi."

The white driver spoke triumphantly as if showing off his treasure.

Then he reached out and with his index finger pressed a concealed button on the other side of the dashboard.

"It's admirable, but I just hope you get where I want to go quickly."

Ezekiel still had no expression on his face, but reached out and buckled the seat belt around his waist.

"Don't worry, I'll be soon, really—soon."

God knows what the hell a taxi driver does, but Ezekiel gets to the point anyway.

The taxi was speeding through the traffic at a break-watch speed, with no intention of slowing down.

The act of speeding downtown like this will naturally attract the police, but white drivers don't have the slightest concern.

Ezekiel seemed to have heard the siren of the police car several times, but was quickly left behind.

"What's going on where you're going, why are there so many police cars going there?"

However, when the end of the journey was approaching, the driver also noticed something was wrong.

The police car didn't seem to be chasing him specifically, but drove in another direction with its lights flashing.

What surprised him even more was that even SWAT's anti-riot vehicle also drove past.

"It's just a bank robbery, no big deal."

"If you insist, I will find a way to find a place to put you down."

After hearing his answer, the driver just shrugged his shoulders lightly and didn't seem to care.

"The battle is over, but through the monitoring of the surveillance cameras, Miss Cindy seems to have been shot."

Hearing Friday's words, Ezekiel suddenly had a trace of unexplained worry in his heart.

But he is still in the car, so he can only ask the driver to park the car on the side of the road.

The Extremis virus also brought great physical strength to Ezekiel, and this place is not far from the destination.

So, he got out of the car very simply, and rushed over by sprinting.

And when Ezekiel arrived near the bank that was robbed, the situation at the scene looked a bit complicated.

The heavily armed bank robbers were glued to the bank's doors with a white, spider's silk-like substance.

Also stuck there were two packs full of banknotes—I'm afraid it would be difficult to pull them off with ordinary means.

The police and SWAT also cordoned off the scene, but they seemed confused.

With something like white silk, it's hard not to think of that New York City neighborhood Spider-Man.

But only Ezekiel himself knows where these things come from.

"Friday, report back to me about Cindy."

Looking at the cordon cordoned off by the police at the entrance of the bank from a distance, Ezekiel asked Friday through a Bluetooth headset.

"It's hard for the drone to keep up with her speed, but she has slowed down at this time."

"The specific situation cannot be judged remotely, but I have already planned the closest route on your mobile phone."

The miniature unmanned reconnaissance drones produced by Stark are very small, which is convenient for stealthy operations, but it is difficult to catch up with people like Cindy.

It may only take a few seconds for Spider-Man to swing through a street through artificial silk, but it takes a long time for a drone to fly.

Although the monitoring satellite has a high degree of accuracy, it is impossible to see whether a person is injured or not.

Ezekiel didn't have time to think, and immediately took out his mobile phone and ran along the path drawn on the map.

On that blue map, there is a bright red dot in front of him that is constantly moving forward.

However, looking at it like this, Ezekiel also found that the speed of the red dot representing Cindy was slowing down.

"Damn it, she wouldn't have been..."

Naturally, what he thought of was the most troublesome situation, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace a little.

The path planned for him on Friday is naturally the shortest path, most of which cross streets and alleys.

At the same moment, many people saw a teenager sprinting through the traffic.

Then disappeared into the alley at the end of the street.

The red dot representing Cindy's trajectory finally stopped——

After stopping at the red dot for a few minutes, Ezekiel arrived at Cindy's location.

This place is still an alley between the buildings beside the street, but Cindy is not in the alley.

He compared it carefully again, only to realize that the red dot representing her was on the top of the building.

"Shit, I don't like this kind of action."

In order to prevent Cindy Moon from bleeding to death due to a gunshot wound, Ezekiel had no time to think about it.

Under the influence of the Extremis virus, the leg muscles instantly jumped to the leverage point several meters high after a short period of energy accumulation.

As a behind-the-scenes worker, he never liked to do it himself, especially things like climbing walls.

The apartment building is not high, and there are also a lot of places to step on.

After three or five consecutive jumps and climbing, Ezekiel finally climbed up to the nearly 20-meter-high apartment building.

And the first time he climbed over the wall and stepped onto the roof, he had already noticed the motionless girl collapsed by the wall.

Before he had time to think, Ezekiel rushed up, helped the girl up from the ground, and leaned against the wall.

"The penetrating gunshot wound passed through the left lung, excessive blood loss caused fainting, and an open pneumothorax formed, and blockage was considered."

As a doctor of biomedicine, he was also the first to judge the girl's injuries.

"On Friday, call Dr. Banner and ask him to open the portal immediately."

Although it has the title of Doctor of Medicine, there is no suitable equipment to use it here.

After suffering a gunshot wound, the girl not only did not seek medical treatment immediately, but instead engaged in strenuous exercise.

Even with a special body, it only lasted for more than ten minutes at most.

If it drags on, I'm afraid her life will be seriously threatened.

In desperation, he had to let Friday notify Dr. Bruce Banner for help.

PS:

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