Phantom Kid in the American Comic World
105. Charlie's Flying a Plane

"Click .. klak ..."

Following the sound of footsteps, the Phantom Kid finally made his way to the center of the exhibition hall.

He crossed a total distance of 200 meters.

But it took him more than three minutes to do it.

Because the Phantom Kid's speed wasn't fast or slow, every step he took was exactly one meter.

During this time, the audience was silent.

Everyone drowned in the shock brought by the walking air.

“Well, that's the end of today's practice. Please make sure to come and enjoy my appearance tomorrow, everyone.”

The Phantom Kid stood in the air, bowed like a gentleman to the audience, and then there was an explosion, a cloud of smoke enveloping Kid.

And when the smoke disappeared, that white figure had evaporated in the sky.

"Charlie, you're a good pilot."

On a helicopter from Unit No. 7, Mathison, who takes off her costume and wears a New York police uniform, smiles at Charlie, who is flying a helicopter.

Charlie was sitting in the pilot's seat, with his claws tightly gripping the lever.

As for his two short limbs that could not step on the pedal, Mathison specifically made a pair of mechanical prostheses so that he could fly the helicopter smoothly.

Facing Mathison's praise, Charlie doesn't say a word, he continues to control the helicopter with all his focus.

"Unit 7, the Phantom Kid has disappeared, have you seen anything abnormal?"

Suddenly, George's voice sounded through the intercom.

Charlie answered calmly.

"Everything's normal, sir, there's no sign of the Phantom Kid in sight."

“Fuck! Why is this guy so hard? Unit No. 7, keep patrolling!”

"Roger, sir."

Mathison thumbs up at Charlie from behind, and Charlie glances at him to the side.

"Hey, don't do that, buddy ..we are the best partners."

“Hehe, if I file a complaint with the Animal Protection Association about what you have done, guess what will happen to you?”

Charlie's not in the mood.

"Ugh, you're no ordinary dog, Charlie, this mission shouldn't be a big deal to you."

Mathison coughed softly and said.

"I understand your logic, but you're not planning on getting me to fly your helicopter all the time, are you?"

Hearing that, Mathison smiled helplessly, "Alright, let me drive next, you better be a good dog."

"It wouldn't be nice if they saw a dog driving Unit No. 7."

Charlie first flies the helicopter in the sky, then Mathison quickly lifts it from the pilot's seat, and then takes over the helicopter itself.

The helicopter continued to fly forward.

“Unit 7, why are you suddenly stopping now? Did something happen?”

At this moment, the walkie-talkie rang again. This time the driver of Unit No. 9. He just so happened to be not far behind Unit No. 7.

“Do not worry, everything is fine here. I just saw a bird fly past.”

Mathison replied with the voice of the helicopter pilot earlier.

"Yes, 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 can't imprison people for two days. But as early as yesterday, after Tony issued a declaration of war, Mathison and Charlie discussed the action plan.

Then they chose the most suitable target, the No helicopter pilot. 7.

According to an investigation conducted the previous day, Mathison learned that this pilot was barely visible among his peers, not very prominent, not very novice, and his experience as a pilot was relatively rich.

The downside of this man is that he is not good at socializing.

But there is one thing that is very worthy to be utilized, that is this person really likes to travel.

As long as he could take two days off, he would go to other cities around him or the suburban fields to enjoy his free time alone.

So Mathison disguises herself as Chief George, praises her pilot, and then gives him a special leave of absence for a week.

The next thing you know is this guy went to Pennsylvania for a vacation.

As a result, Mathison took her identity.

On the other hand, at the Stark Expo, on the roof of a building, twelve men in black tight clothes were lurking.

"Coulson, did you see any clues about the airway that the Phantom Kid just did"

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

The one carrying this bow is Clint Barton, a level seven SHIELD agent, codenamed Hawkeye, who is a master who likes to use bows and arrows.

While it may seem odd to use bows and arrows as weapons in modern society, Barton uses a special arrow made by SHIELD, which has many functions.

Barton was also good at most fighting skills and weapons in the world. Among them, he was most proud of Japanese sword fighting, which was Barton's secondary skill for archery.

At the same time, Barton was also adept at using all known firearms, even much better than most people.

At least in terms of sniping, Hawkeye is definitely the number one marksman in SHIELD Unfortunately, he only likes his bow and arrows.

And the middle-aged man with a tall hairline standing next to Barton was naturally Phil Coulson.

Don't focus on Coulson's high hairline, he'll be bald one day. And don't be fooled by his smile and good looks, he is a very clever agent.

In fact, in the secret service profession, Coulson was even better than Barton.

Both are seven-level agents, but Barton is just a fighter. Coulson, however, was often in command. There was a huge gap between the two of them.

At SHIELD, Coulson was hailed as an exemplary agent by Fury, which was definitely not an honor an ordinary agent could obtain.

“In addition to using steel cables, I can't think of any other way to allow someone to stand in the air. However, it is not possible to use steel cables when running.”

Coulson shook his head.

“The only possibility is that Phantom Kid just used his superpowers.”

"There really is no more plausible explanation."

Barton nodded, agreed with Coulson, and asked again.

“According to the information we obtained earlier, the superpowers possessed by the Phantom Kid allegedly: spitting fire, moving at high speed, and changing his face and voice... Should we add flying to the list now?”.

"Coulson, among us, you are the most exposed to this supernatural phenomenon, and only you can give accurate advice."

"To be honest, I don't understand myself, Barton."

Coulson took a breath.

“I've never seen anything like the Phantom Kid before. I mean, most psychics that appeared before had only one superpower, and at most no more than two.”

“And usually, there is a connection between these two superpowers, but Phantom Kid..”.