Phantom Kid in the World of American Comics

"Tattoo..."

With the sound of footsteps, Kaito Kidd finally walked to the center of the exhibition hall.

A total distance of two hundred meters.

It took more than three minutes.

Because the pace of Kai Pi Kidd is not hurried or slow, every step is precisely controlled by one meter.

At this time, the audience was silent.

Everyone was immersed in the shock brought by the aerial walk.

"Well, that's the end of today's rehearsal. Please be sure to come and enjoy my performance tomorrow, everyone."

The thief Kidd stood in the air, bowed like a gentleman to the audience, and then heard a bang, another cloud of smoke enveloped the thief Kidd.

When the smoke cleared, the white figure had been lost in the sky.

"Charlie, you drove well."

On the seventh plane, McGinson, who took off the thief costume and put on a New York police uniform, smiled at Charlie driving the helicopter.

I saw Charlie sitting in the driver's seat, two dog paws gripping the lever tightly.

As for the two hind feet that could not be stepped on the pedals due to the length of the feet, McGieson specially made a pair of mechanical prostheses for the hind feet to allow it to fly the helicopter smoothly.

Facing McGieson's praise, Charlie didn't say a word, just controlling the helicopter with all his heart.

"Unit 7, the strange thief Kidd has disappeared, is there anything abnormal?"

Suddenly, George's voice rang from the intercom.

Charlie answered calmly.

"Everything is normal, sir, there is no trace of Kaito Kidd."

"Fak, why is this kid so difficult? No. 7, continue patrolling!"

"Yes, sir."

McGinson gave Charlie a thumb 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 about what you did to the Animal Protection Association, guess what will happen to you?"

Charlie didn't have a good air.

"Ah, you are not an ordinary dog, Charlie, these tasks... shouldn't be a big deal for you."

McGieson coughed softly, said.

"I know the truth, but don't you want me to fly the helicopter all the time?"

Hearing this, McGyson smiled helplessly, "Well, let me drive next, you should be a good dog."

"It would be no fun if they saw a dog driving the No. 7 machine when they closed the team."

Charlie first hovered the helicopter in the sky, then McGieson quickly picked it up from the driver's seat, and then sat on it 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 the 9th unit. He happened to be not far behind the 7th unit.

"Don't worry, everything is fine here, I just saw a bird flying past by the side just now."

McGinson replied in the voice of the original pilot of the helicopter.

"There are birds here? Oh my God, then we have to be careful, we can't fly too fast."

"Yes, man, I know what to do."

After a few brief conversations between McGinson and the other party, the call ended.

Speaking of the original driver of the seventh plane, McGieson certainly couldn't imprison people for two days, but as early as yesterday after Tony issued a war letter, McGinson and Charlie discussed a plan of action.

Then they chose the most suitable target, which is the driver of the seventh plane.

According to the survey conducted throughout the day yesterday, McGyson learned that this driver is basically a little transparent among his colleagues, not very prominent, not very rookie, and the driving experience is relatively rich.

The disadvantage is that he is a guy who is not very good at socializing.

But one thing is worth taking advantage of, and that is that this person likes to travel very much.

As long as there are more than two days off, he will go to other surrounding cities or outskirts to enjoy his free time alone.

So McGinson disguised as Chief George, praised the driver, and gave him a seven-day holiday.

Then, this buddy went to Pennsylvania non-stop for vacation.

As a result, McGinson replaced the driver of the seventh plane.

On the other side, in the Stark Expo, twelve people in black tights lurked on the roof of a certain building.

"Coleson, did you see any clues about the walk in the air just performed by Kaito Kidd?"

A middle-aged man carrying a bow asked another middle-aged man with a super high hairline.

This one carrying a bow is Clinton Button, a seventh-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., 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, Patton uses arrows specially made by S.H.I.E.L.D., which have multiple functions.

Patton is also good at most of the fighting skills and weapons in the world. Among them, he is most proud of Japanese sword drawing, which is Patton's skill second only to archery.

At the same time, Patton 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 SHIELD. Unfortunately, he only likes his bows and arrows.

The middle-aged man with a high hairline standing next to Button is naturally Phil Coleson.

Don't look at Coleson's high hairline, he might be bald someday, and don't look at the way he always smiles and looks like a good guy.

In fact, Coleson is even better than Button in the specialization of special agents.

The two are both seventh-level agents, but Patton is only a combatant, but Coulson often serves as a commander. It must be easy to see the difference.

In S.H.I.E.L.D., Coleson is hailed as an agent template by Ferry, which is definitely not an honor that ordinary people can get.

"I can't see it. Apart from the use of steel wires, I can't think of any other way to make people stand in the air, but it is impossible to use steel wires when walking."

Coleson shook his head.

"The only possibility is that Kaito Kidd just used his superpowers."

"There really is no more reasonable explanation."

Button nodded, agreed with Coulson's idea, and then asked again.

"According to the information we have obtained before, the superpowers possessed by the Kaito Kidd are suspected of breathing fire, moving at high speed, or changing faces and sounds... Now we need to add a flight?"

"Coleson, among us, you are the most exposed to these supernatural phenomena, and only you can provide valuable advice."

"To be honest, I don't know, Button."

Coleson sighed.

"I've never seen anything like Kaito Kidd before. I mean, most of the superpowers that have appeared before have only one superpower, and no more than two at most."

"And there is a connection between these two superpowers, but Kaito Kidd..."