Marvel Book of Magical Events

Salomon decided to put down everything he was doing, and first took his cat to join the witches who were shopping for Christmas gifts. Bayonetta told the magician that Joan was driving Salomon's motorcycle around the city because she was impatient with the troublesome things like shopping.

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The mystic chewed the word, subconsciously thinking that he should keep an eye on the news to see if there was any police car chase in Manhattan. The crime rate has increased during this time period, and the NYPD is already so busy that the police detectives are also patrolling the streets. It is not something to show off for the police to devote their energy to chasing the witches 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 patrolling police, and we are just helping." The chubby detective Fusco hurried to appease his old partner, lest Officer Carter be serious and spend the whole day chasing down the speeding criminals. To be honest, he could see at a glance how expensive the Ducati motorcycle that the white-haired woman was riding was. It was absolutely impossible for the NYPD police to use their old police cars to compete with that kind of racing motorcycle in the constant traffic.

"It's Christmas! Look at how many children there are on the street!" Officer Carter raised his voice to the point of screaming. "You can see how fast she is! What if she hits a child? We must arrest her as soon as possible! Give me the radio and I'll call for backup."

A mischievous look of amusement began to appear on the motorcycle rider's helmet-hidden face.

She couldn't stand the little things of slowly picking out gifts and jewellery, she needed some excitement. She turned from Tenth Avenue in Manhattan into the High Line at West 23rd Street, then sped north on Eleventh Avenue to the Silver Tower Apartments. She then turned right from West 42nd Street through the Bond Times Hotel all the way to Madame Tussauds to the Grand Central Terminal on East 42nd Street. She also planned to drive along Lexington Avenue all the way to East 33rd Street and straight to the Empire State Building, so that there would be a large police force behind her motorcycle.

The drivers she passed along the way did not spare their spittle and expressed their anger at the rampant female rider. Joan of Arc kindly replied with a middle finger in the midst of her busy schedule, causing some of the drivers to step on the accelerator and follow. It's just that they didn't have the stamina and cooperation of the NYPD to chase her around Manhattan—she stopped for a while on East 33rd, waiting to be found. Joan plans to carry out her plan to show the New York crowd how to ride a motorcycle up a skyscraper. Until a man in 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 and the crowd didn't seem to see him. Joan immediately noticed the abnormality, because this man would attract attention no matter where he went, even if he was wearing the simplest clothes.

Joan tightened the accelerator, and without hesitation drove the Ducati into it. She crashed into a piece of broken glass, and the stone bricks under the wheels kept receding like a treadmill. No matter how fast the witch accelerated, she had to stay where she was. Holding the cat in his arms, Salomon slowly approached the motorcycle driving in place. "This is my motorcycle, Joan of Arc," he said with a smile. "Now I have to change my license plate."

"Anyway, you're so busy, and you don't drive." The witch stopped the car, took off her racing helmet, and flicked the white hair on her head angrily. "I don't think you'll have a problem with that, do you?"

"You're right." Salomon stuffed the cat into Joan's arms and took the helmet. "What are you going to do?"

"Driving to the Empire State Building!" The white-haired witch grinned, "This is definitely very interesting!"

"Carter, that rider has appeared again." The chubby Detective Fusco sighed. He had to put his own donut back in the box, or he'd have to wait until his partner started the police car. "The patrol team has followed, but they say that there are more men in suits on the motorcycle, and the rider has become him. The female rider in leather is sitting in the back seat."

"Very good, the seats at the back of the police car can be filled up now!" Officer Carter said confidently, "Harold Finch and John said that we will need our help later, I think we can solve this little trouble before we go."

Detective Fusco smacked his lips, "Do whatever you want."

Detective Fusco will never forget what happened after that. Although he had seen the scene of Iron Man soaring over Manhattan on TV, and even experienced the alien invasion in the Battle of New York, this was the first time he saw someone driving a motorcycle straight up a skyscraper.

"It's so handsome! Ahem, I mean, it's so arrogant!"

"Issuing a wanted warrant," said Officer Carter. "There's another big trouble in New York."

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"I know what you two have done!" Beunita put her hips on her hips, poking her fingers at the chest of the mystic. Salomon and Joan of Arc shifted their eyes tacitly, pretending nothing happened. "As soon as I saw the news, I knew that no one else could do such a thing except the two of you." The black-haired witch was wearing a black dress with strapless shoulders, and the cold weather outside could not shake her beauty. Although Salomon's height was much higher than that of Bayonetta at this time, facing the man she had educated (taught, taught) since childhood, Bayonetta showed the majesty of an older woman in a rare way, "Just wait and see later! Miranda will definitely not let you go!"

Salomon didn't expect that the relationship between Bayonetta and Athena would be so good that they could call each other by their first names.

Miranda Minerva is Athena's pseudonym. If it weren't for the fact that she was still in public, Bayonetta might have said the name of Athena directly. The black-haired witch sniffed the leather jacket on Joan of Arc, and then sniffed the smell on the neck of the mystic, her eyes immediately changed. "You still have time to play like this!" Bayonetta twisted Salomon's tie with her slender fingers, like a hunter returning from hunting in the wild twisting his prey. She leaned against the chest of the mystic, and her long and healthy legs were revealed in the slit skirt. She asked her friend, "I'm going to take this boy, what's your opinion?"

"Of course not." Joan shrugged, "How long will it take, I can explain it to Minerva."

"We will definitely arrive before dinner." The witch raised her chin proudly, "Remember to bring the presents, the children in the orphanage are also our children."

"My mother handed over the orphanage to you?" Salomon asked incredulously, "Why?"

"Do you think your predicament is unnoticed, little fool. The children in the orphanage have all been well-educated, and their characters have been adjusted by your adoptive mother. When they grow up, they will be the people you need most, such as military officers, clerks, artists, etc." Bayonetta raised her head, and the corners of her delicately drawn eyes brushed over the mystic's face like a veil. She tugged at the tie like she was pulling the reins of a horse, with an air of fearlessness.

"Your business needs manpower, and those who have grown up and left the orphanage will be called back. Your adoptive mother has already prepared everything for you, my little boy."

Ask for a ticket! To be honest, I now have to go to the director of "The Witcher" to spray a few words on Twitter every day to update my mood.