The Angel was Tired of Flying

Taking a vigorous step, Mathison caught the Dresden that slipped out of Kingpin's hand.

"Then, Mr. Fisk, I'll take the diamond."

After finishing his sentence, Mathison immediately ran away. However, he headed towards the floor-to-ceiling windows on the outside of the building.

At this time, the effect of smoke bombs has been reduced a lot, and many people were watching the "fight" between Kingpin and Kid.

If he doesn't run away now, it will be difficult to do so later.

He doesn't want to fight with Kingpin's gang here.

Mathison pulled out a remote control from his chest and pressed the only button on it.

"Boom!" After a sound, the huge floor-to-ceiling window actually shattered!

A strong wind whipped through the building, spilling out and blowing part of it into the venue.

It was the perfect wind speed for gliding.

"Sir, one of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the Wilson Building had been blown out!"

Downstairs, the NYPD police officers saw such a sudden change and shouted in alarm.

And since this is happening in Hell's Kitchen, it could only be a fierce battle that is going on.

George, however, revealed a smirk.

"Don't worry, that must be the Phantom Kid's usual trick. I guess he has already got it, and now is about to escape through the broken window. Today's wind speed is the most suitable for glider use, he will definitely take advantage of this!"

"Helicopter group A, group B, start moving!"

Kid's glider has become his trademark. How could George be surprised anymore? He has long arranged for helicopters to hide on the nearest buildings to Wilson's.

In order to prevent Phantom Kid from detecting the movement of the police, George had invested a great deal of effort to pre plan for everything.

However …

"Sir, didn't you say that today's operation was cancelled, and for us to withdraw? And that the real-time for Phantom Kid to make his move was tomorrow?"

Groups A and B unanimously replied.

"What the fuck?! When did I give such an order?"

George shouted in rage.

"Just an hour ago… You haven't forgotten that so quickly, have you?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Hearing the reply, George instantly felt that they were messing with him.

"I have been staying downstairs at Wilson Building for two hours. Do you think that I would not be able to see twelve helicopters taking off? Do you think I'm blind?"

"Uh… sir, you also said that if the helicopters take off, it is likely to attract the attention of Phantom Kid. You told us to leave the helicopters there anyway, and that no one will dare to steal the police helicopters. And that you will bear all the responsibility."

George's face was so red with anger that blood could drip out of it.

"All of you two teams, you don't have to come to work tomorrow."

Upstairs, seeing that Phantom Kid bombed the glass, there is no doubt that he is trying to escape throughout the clear road.

Will the unbeatable Kingpin really just watch his gems being taken away?

Of course, he wouldn't!

How could he give up?

When Mathison caught the diamond, Fisk rushed behind him. His huge body was running with all his might. As a result, the whole floor shook as if it was an earthquake. When Mathison heard the floor shaking behind him, he knew without a second thought that Kingpin was trying to catch up to him.

This latter immediately sped up like a flash.

After obtaining Ackerman's blood, Mathison's physical fitness started rising slowly but steadily. It may be less obvious in terms of strength, but in terms of speed, it was different.

After all, strength can be calculated in terms of kilograms or even tons, while speed can only be measured in seconds.

Even though Kingpin's speed reached the limit of human beings, unfortunately, he couldn't reach Kid's cloak.

Phantom Kid leaped down in front of everyone's eyes, his white cape turned into triangle-shaped gliding wings, flying far away in the wind.

Kingpin stood on the edge of the broken floor-to-ceiling window with a gloomy face, looking down at the police officers without saying a word.

"Sir, Phantom Kid flew away, but we have no helicopter assistance, what should we do now?"

George's deputy asked, at a loss for words.

"We have to chase him even without a helicopter! I just don't believe he can stay in the sky without coming down at some point!"

"Mobilize all the free police cars and keep an eye on Phantom Kid!"

George coldly grunted, stepped on the gas pedal hard, and drove closely behind Phantom Kid.

"It looks like all of New York is going to know I'm here. I didn't want to play such a big show, but it's kind of working for me anyways."

Controlling the glider, Mathison flew out of the confines of Hell's Kitchen and slipped up over New York City.

Meanwhile, the top of New York's tallest building, the grotesquely shaped Stark Tower.

The world's most famous playboy was collapsing in his private lounge.

A mechanical synthesized voice woke him up.

"Sir, an unidentified flying object has been spotted over New York."

Tony Stark dragged his exhausted body to his feet. He first poured himself a glass of dark green liquid to drink before responding.

"Jarvis, bring up the screen."

Only to see a holographic screen automatically floating in front of Tony's eyes, with a satellite shot perspective to zoom in on the picture.

It changed from a full view of the Earth to the sky above a certain residential area of New York.

From the screen, you can clearly see a white glider. Nothing else looks unusual about it.

"This is not just an ordinary glider, what is there to care about?"

Tony felt that his Artificial Intelligence was malfunctioning, he thought it would be some new type of fighter, bomber or war machine or something.

"Sir, please, take a look at this."

Jarvis pulled up another screen, which showed Chief George chasing after the glider with a police car packed into a whole street.

"Hmm? That's kind of interesting… I remember he's that Phantom Kid who seems to have delivered the redhead who came for help last time."

"Do you need to assemble the battlesuit?"

Jarvis asked.

Tony thought about it for a while, then finally shook his head.

"Jarvis, I don't have a lot of time right now, and I don't want to have to help the police with theft cases in addition to terrorists'."

"All right, sir."

Tony slumped back onto the bed…

"Sir, it looks like Phantom Kid is about to land!"

George followed tightly behind Mathison, pulling very far from him.

After all, the glider can fly in the sky in a straight line. The car on the ground can not pass over the building. Many places require detours to keep up with Kid.

Suddenly, someone noticed that the height of Phantom Kid's flight was reduced, and was surprised.

"The wind has become weaker."

Mathison frowned, looking at today's weather wind should be able to maintain until midnight, but it is normal that there are interruptions in the middle. It is estimated that it will take some time for the wind to recover.

The propeller installed can let him fly in the absence of wind, but the power only lasts half an hour, and that much power simply can not allow him to fly outside New York.

It is better to land first, wait, and see.

There were no particularly tall buildings in the residential area nearby, so Mathison had to land on the attic of the tallest villa.

Before landing, Mathison still used the propeller to accelerate for a while, so that George could not catch up to him quickly.

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from the attic, and Mathison turned to look. He saw a little girl of about twelve years old approaching, timidly asking.

"Excuse me, are you an angel?"

"No, I'm just tired of flying and came down to rest for a while."