Salomon decided to put down everything he had and took his cat to meet with the witches who were purchasing Christmas gifts. Beyonita told the magician that Joan of Arc was now wandering around the city because of impatient shopping such troubles.

Wander around.

The secret wizard chewed this word and subconsciously thought that he should pay attention to the news at any time to see if there were any police and gangsters chasing cases in Manhattan. The crime rate during this period has increased, and NYPD has been so busy that the detectives have also taken to patrol the streets. It is not something to show off when the police are diligently chasing the witches racing on the streets as Christmas approaches.

"Hey, we're missing!" Officer Carter slapped the steering wheel angrily.

"Anyway, this is just a patrol police task, we're just helping." The chubby Detective Fusco hurriedly comforted his old partner, so as not to be serious about Officer Carter and spent his whole day chasing the speeding prisoner. To be honest, he could see at a glance how expensive the Ducati motorcycle was on the white-haired woman. NYPD police would never compete with the racing-level motorcycle in the endless traffic with the old police car.

"This is Christmas! Look at how many kids are on the street!" Officer Carter raised his voice to the point where he almost screamed. "You also see how fast she is! What if she hits the kid? We must arrest her as soon as possible! Give me the radio station and I'll call for support."

The motorcycle rider's face was covered by his helmet and a pranky expression began to appear.

She couldn't stand the trivial matter of slowly picking gifts and jewelry. She needed to seek some excitement. She turned from Manhattan 10th Avenue to High Line Park on West 23rd Street, then galloped north from 11th Avenue to Silver Tower Apartment. Then she turned right from West 42nd Street through the Pound Times Hotel and headed towards Madame Tussauds' Wax Museum to the Great Central Station on East 42nd Street. She also planned to drive along Lesington Avenue to East 33rd Street and then to the Empire State Building, so that a large number of police officers would gather behind her motorcycle.

The drivers she passed by were not hesitant to spit on her spit and expressed their anger at the female rider who was rushing around. Joan of Arc cordially replied to a middle finger in a hurry, which made some of the drivers follow him as soon as they stepped on the accelerator. However, they did not have the perseverance and cooperation of NYPD, and could chase her around Manhattan. She stopped on East 33 for a while and waited for her to be discovered. Joan of Arc planned to carry out his plan and show the New Yorkers how to drive a motorcycle into a skyscraper. Until a man in a suit and holding a fat gray cat with a gray hair, he stood in the middle of Fifth Avenue, looking at the white-haired witch with a smile on his face. No traffic or crowd seemed to see him. Joan of Arc noticed an abnormality at once, because the man would attract attention no matter where he walked, even if he was wearing the simplest clothes.

Joan of Arc 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 the witch accelerated, she had to stay in place. Salomon held the cat and slowly approached the motorcycle driving in place. "This is my motorcycle, Joan of Arc." He said with a smile, "I have to change the license plate now."

"You're so busy anyway, and you don't drive." The witch stopped the car, took off his racing helmet, and whipped his white hair up in anger. "I don't think you'll have any objections to this, don't you?"

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

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

"Carter, that rider is coming again." The chubby Detective Fusco sighed. He had to put his donut back into the box, or he would suffer when his partner started the police car. "The patrol team has followed, but they said there were more men in suits on the motorcycle, and the rider became him. The female rider in the leather jacket sat in the back seat."

"Very good, the seats behind the police car can be full now!" Officer Carter said confidently, "Harold Finch and John told us that we would help us when something happens. I think we can solve this little trouble before going."

Detective Fusco smacked his lips, "Whatever you do."

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

"So handsome! Ahem, I mean, too arrogant!"

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

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"I know what you two do!" Berenita put her waist on her waist and kept poking the secret mage's chest. Salomon and Joan of Arc diverted their sights tacitly, pretending nothing happened. "I knew as soon as I saw the news, no one else could do this except you two." The black-haired witch was wearing a black dress with off-shoulder clothes, and the cold weather outside could not shake her beauty. Although Salomon's height was much higher than Berenita at this time, facing this man she had been educated (tutoring, teaching) since childhood, Berenita rarely showed the majesty of an older woman, "You can wait and see later! Miranda will definitely not let you go!"

Salomon didn't expect that Beyonetta and Athena's relationship would be so good that they could call their names.

Miranda Minerva is Athena's pseudonym. If it weren't for being in public, Beyonetta might have directly said the name Athena. The black-haired witch sniffed the leather jacket on Joan of Arc and sniffed the smell of the secret mage's neck. Her eyes changed. "You still have time to play like this!" Beyonetta twisted Salomon's tie with her slender fingers, like a hunter returning from a hunting field. She leaned against the secret mage's chest, and her long legs were revealed in her slit skirt. She asked her friend, "I want to take this boy away, do you have any objection?"

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

"It will definitely arrive before dinner." The witch raised her chin proudly, "Remember to bring the gifts over, and the children in the orphanage are also ours."

"My mother gave you the orphanage?" Salomon asked in disbelief, "Why?"

"Do you think no one notices your dilemma? Little fool. The children in the orphanage have been well educated and their personalities have been adjusted by your adoptive mother. When they grow up, they will be the people you need most, officers, clerks, artists, etc.." Bernita raised her head and painted the delicate corners of her eyes brushed across the face of the secret wizard like a veil. She pulled the tie, like pulling the reins of a horse, with a fearless attitude.

"Your career requires manpower, and children who have already grown up leave the orphanage will be recalled. Your adoptive mother has prepared everything for you, my little boy."
Chapter completed!