Salomon decided to put down everything he was doing, and first took his cat to meet the witches who were shopping for Christmas gifts. Bayonetta told the magician that Joan of Arc was impatient of the hassle of shopping and was now going shopping.
Wandering around the city on Salomon's motorcycle - "wandering around" the mystic mage chewed the word, subconsciously thinking that he should pay attention to the news at any time to see if there was any police car chase in Manhattan. During this time period
The crime rate has already increased, and the NYPD is already so busy that police detectives are 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.
"Damn it, we lost it!" Officer Carter patted 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.
.
"It's Christmas! Look how many kids are on the street!" 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 mischievous expression of joy began to appear on the motorcycle rider's face, which was hidden by his helmet.
She couldn't bear the small task of slowly picking out gifts and jewelry. She needed to seek some excitement. She turned from Tenth Avenue in Manhattan to the High Line Park on West 23rd Street, and then sped north from 11th Avenue to the Silver Street.
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 all the way along Lexington Avenue.
East 33rd Street and then straight to the Empire State Building, where a large number of police officers gathered behind her motorcycle.
The drivers she passed along the way did not hesitate to spit and expressed their anger at the rampaging female rider. Joan of Arc responded kindly with a middle finger in her busy schedule, causing some of the drivers to step on the accelerator and follow them.
.It's just that they didn't have the nypd's perseverance and cooperation 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 planned to implement her plan,
Show the New York crowd how to drive a motorcycle up a skyscraper. Until a man wearing a suit and holding a gray short-haired fat cat stood in the middle of Fifth Avenue, looking at the white-haired witch with a smile on his face. The passing traffic.
Neither the crowd nor the crowd seemed to notice him. Joan of Arc immediately noticed something unusual, 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 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 hard the witch accelerated, she had to stay in place.
Salomon hugged the cat 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."
"Anyway, you are so busy, 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 don't think you will have a problem with this, right?
?”
"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 showed up again." The chubby Detective Fusco sighed. He had to put his donuts back into the box, otherwise 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 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 smacked his lips, "Whatever you do."
Detective Fusco will never forget what happened next. Although he had seen the scene of Iron Man soaring over Manhattan on TV, and even experienced the alien invasion during the Battle of New York, this
It was the first time he saw someone driving a motorcycle straight up a skyscraper.
"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 what 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
As soon as I saw the news, I knew that no one else could do this except you two." The black-haired witch was wearing a strapless black dress, and the cold weather outside could not shake her beauty. Although Salomon was tall at this time
She has surpassed Bayonetta by a lot, but facing the man she has trained (taught) since childhood, Bayonetta rarely showed the majesty of an older woman, "Just wait and see! Milan
Da 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 hadn't been in public now, Bayonetta might have said the name Athena directly. The black-haired witch sniffed the leather coat on Joan of Arc's body, and then sniffed again.
After sniffing 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, as if she had just returned from hunting in the wild.
The hunter was twisting his prey. 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 you the orphanage?" Salomon asked in disbelief, "Why?"
"Do you think no one is aware of your predicament, little fool? The children in the orphanage have all 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.
, clerk, artist, etc." Bayonetta raised her head, and the corners of her delicate eyes brushed the mystic mage's face like a veil. She pulled on the tie like the reins of a horse, with a sense of fearlessness.
posture.
"Your business needs manpower, and those children who have grown up and left the orphanage will also be recalled. Your adoptive mother has prepared everything for you, my little boy."