"Click… clack…"
Following the sound of footsteps, Phantom Kid finally walked to the center of the exhibition hall.
He crossed a total distance of 200 meters.
But he took more than three minutes to do so.
Because the pace of Phantom Kid was neither fast nor slow, every step he took was precisely one meter.
Through this time, the audience was silent.
Everyone was immersed in the shock brought by the air walking.
"Well, that's the end of today's rehearsal. Please be sure to come and enjoy my performance tomorrow, everyone."
Phantom Kid stood in the air, bowed like a gentleman to the audience, and then a bang was heard, another cloud of smoke enveloped Kid.
And when the smoke cleared, the white figure had evaporated in the sky.
"Charlie, you are a good pilot."
Onboard the helicopter from Unit No. 7, Mathison, who took off his costume and put on a New York police uniform, smiled at Charlie, who was flying the helicopter.
Charlie was sitting in the pilot's seat, with his paws gripping the lever tightly.
As for his two short limbs that could not step on the pedals, Mathison specially made a pair of mechanical prostheses for him to fly the helicopter smoothly.
Facing Mathison's praise, Charlie didn't say a word, he kept controlling the helicopter with all his focus.
"Unit 7, Phantom Kid has disappeared, do you see anything abnormal?"
Suddenly, George's voice rang through the intercom.
Charlie answered calmly.
"Everything is normal, sir, there is no sign of Phantom Kid on sight."
"Fuck! Why is this guy so difficult? Unit No. 7, keep patrolling!"
"Roger, sir."
Mathison gave Charlie a thumbs up from behind, and Charlie gave him a sideways glance.
"Hey, don't do that, man… we are the best partners."
"Hehe, if I file a complaint to the Animal Protection Association about what you have done, take a guess what will happen to you?"
Charlie wasn't in the mood.
"Ugh, you are not an ordinary dog, Charlie, these missions… shouldn't be a big deal to you."
Mathison coughed softly and said.
"I understand your logic, but you're not planning to make me fly your helicopter all the time, are you?"
Hearing that, Mathison smiled helplessly, "Well, let me drive next, you better be a good dog."
"It would be no fun if they saw a dog driving Unit No. 7."
Charlie first hovered the helicopter in the sky, then Mathison quickly picked him up from the pilot's seat, and then took charge of the helicopter himself.
The helicopter continued to fly forward.
"Unit 7, why did you suddenly stop just now? Did something happen?"
At this time, the walkie-talkie rang again. This time, it was the driver of Unit No. 9. He happened to be not far behind Unit No. 7.
"Don't worry, everything is fine here. I just saw a bird flying past."
Mathison replied with the voice of the prior pilot of the helicopter.
"There are birds here? Oh my God, then we have to be careful, we can't fly too fast."
"Yeah, man, I know, right?"
After a small talk between Mathison and the other party, the call ended.
Speaking of the original driver of Unit No. 7, Mathison certainly couldn't imprison people for two days. But as early as yesterday, after Tony issued the declaration of war, Mathison and Charlie discussed the plan of action.
Then they chose the most suitable target, which is the pilot of helicopter No. 7.
According to the investigation conducted the previous day, Mathison learned that this pilot is hardly noticeable among his colleagues, not very prominent, not very rookie, and his experience as a pilot is relatively rich.
The downside of this guy is that he isn't very good at socializing.
But there is one thing very worth taking advantage of, that is, this person is very fond of travelling.
As long as he can take two days off, he will go to other surrounding cities or suburban fields to enjoy his free time alone.
So Mathison disguised as Chief George, praised the pilot, and then gave him a special week off.
Next thing you know is this guy going to Pennsylvania for vacation.
As a result, Mathison took his identity.
On the other side, in the Stark Expo, on the roof of a building, lurked twelve men in black tights.
"Coulson, did you see any clues about the air walking just performed by Phantom Kid"
A middle-aged man carrying a bow asked another middle-aged man with a super high hairline.
This one carrying a bow is Clint Barton, a seventh-level S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, codenamed Hawkeye, who is a master who likes to use bows and arrows.
Although it may seem strange to use bows and arrows as weapons in modern society, Barton uses special arrows made by S.H.I.E.L.D., which have multiple functions.
Barton is also good at most of the fighting skills and weapons in the world. Among them, he is most proud of Japanese sword fighting, which is Barton's secondary skill to archery.
At the same time, Barton is also proficient in the use of all known firearms, even much better than most people.
At least when it comes to sniping, Hawkeye is definitely the number one sniper in S.H.I.E.L.D. Unfortunately, he only likes his bows and arrows.
And the middle-aged man with a high hairline standing next to Barton is naturally Phil Coulson.
Don't focus on Coulson's high hairline, he will go bald one day. And don't you be fooled by his smile and nice look, he is a very shrewd agent.
In fact, in the secret service profession, Coulson is even better than Barton.
The two are both seven-level agents, but Barton is only a combatant. Coulson, however, is often a commander. There is a big gap between them both.
In S.H.I.E.L.D., Coulson is hailed as an agent exemplar by Fury, which is definitely not an honor ordinary agents can get.
"Apart from using steel wires, I can't think of any other way to enable one to stand in the air. Yet, it is impossible to use steel wires when walking."
Coulson shook his head.
"The only possibility is that Phantom Kid just used his superpowers."
"There really is no more reasonable explanation."
Barton nodded, agreed with Coulson, and asked again.
"According to the information we have obtained before, the superpowers possessed by the Phantom Kid are suspected to be: breathing fire, moving at high speed, and changing his face and voice… Shall we add flying to the list now?"
"Coulson, among us, you are the most exposed to these supernatural phenomena, and only you can provide accurate advice."
"To be honest, I, myself, am clueless, Barton."
Coulson sighed.
"I've never seen anything like Phantom Kid before. I mean, most of the paranormal that have appeared before have only one superpower, and no more than two at most."
"And usually, there is a connection between these two superpowers, but Phantom Kid…"