Brooklyn's Fireworks Show

"Up... we're going up now." Merlin curled the corner of his mouth. As the thrust of the jet was canceled out by gravity, the car's speed gradually slowed, showing signs of peeling off the glass wall.

But by then, the atomic engine had finished charging. He pressed the button again!

"Boom!" Frank and Merlin both lurched backward, their backs pressed tight against the seats.

Superburn erupted once more, shooting straight toward the sky, racing at full speed toward the top of the building.

"Oh shit—are these people putting on a circus for me?" On the helicopter, Colin stared blankly at the pink sports car racing vertically along the glass wall.

"After them! Shoot them down!"

Barclays Center, exit.

Tony Stark had just come out of a banquet. He was now embracing a hot, sexy singer, surrounded by bodyguards, ready to get into his car.

"Mr. Stark! Please wait!"

But just as he was about to get in with his arm around the lady's waist, someone called out to him.

"I'm Christine, a reporter from Famous Scene Magazine. Do you have a moment for a few questions?"

"I've been waiting for you for over three hours."

Bodyguard Happy glanced at the reporter's appearance—golden wavy hair, a fitted professional suit, a white blouse that seemed ready to burst under the weight of her... assets, and a face radiating intellectual beauty.

"Great figure..." he reported quietly.

"Great figure?" Stark, who had been about to get in the car, suddenly perked up.

Seeing Stark turn around, Christine's face lit up with delight.

"Hey! Of course."

Stark walked up to the reporter and glanced at her figure.

"Definitely great."

"What?" The female reporter didn't catch it.

"Your figure is great." Stark repeated it bluntly.

"Is it? That's what everyone says." Christine puffed out her chest proudly, giving it a little bounce that made the blood run hot.

"Alright, alright, what do you want to ask?" Stark's eyebrows twitched as he quickly extended his hand.

Christine stopped the small talk, pulled out her recording equipment, and aimed it at him.

"Mr. Stark, what do you think of nicknames like 'Merchant of Death' or 'Arms Criminal'?"

"Hmm... not bad, but I don't like 'criminal.' I put that money into medical equipment and agricultural technology development."

"I save countless people every year, keep countless others from starving, and—hey! Hey! What are you filming?"

Just as Stark was about to lay out his argument, the camera in her hands drifted away from him, pointing up at the sky.

"Oh, boss, look behind you!" Happy warned.

Stark tilted his head in annoyance, then turned around out of curiosity. "Let's see what's more interesting than me."

But when he turned and looked up at the building, he couldn't help taking off his sunglasses, eyes wide with astonishment, staring at a certain spot on the skyscraper.

"Oh my god! Is there a magic show tonight?"

The police helicopter circled above the building, its bright searchlight acting like a stage spotlight, perfectly illuminating the pink sports car racing along the glass wall.

Everyone around pulled out their phones, staring in awe.

Many thought it was a specially arranged magic performance.

"This magic trick is really creative!"

"How amazing—how do they do that?"

"A magic show? Why didn't we get any notice? Who's the magician up there, and how did they get the police to cooperate?"

A commotion broke out below, but no real panic.

Then came the next scene—and their hearts suddenly clenched.

After three atomic engine bursts, Superburn had carried Merlin and the others to the top of the building.

The police helicopter had also reached their side. Inside, an officer had already moved to the open door, rifle raised, taking aim.

"What now?" Even though the ride had been insane, it didn't seem to have helped—the helicopter was still on them.

Without the ground police as a threat, but at this height of several hundred meters, getting shot down would mean certain death.

Merlin didn't answer. Instead, he suddenly yanked the steering wheel, and the car swerved as if on flat ground.

"Rat-tat-tat..." The moment the car veered, rifle rounds whizzed past them, slamming into the glass.

"Smack, smack, smack..." The glass shattered on impact, crumbling into fragments that plummeted downward.

"You'll know soon enough!" Merlin stared at the building's edge, now inches away, and pressed the atomic engine button again.

"Boom!" The Superburn car surged forward with a sudden burst, the whistling bullets instantly left far behind.

Soon, the explosive Superburn shot clear off the top of the building, soaring into the sky and hovering in midair.

"The moon's pretty full tonight." A massive round moon appeared to their side, like an enormous lunar disc hanging close by, radiating a cold, pale light.

Bathed in the glow of the bright full moon, the Superburn vehicle that had flown out from the building's peak seemed to slow in time, spinning weightlessly.

The cold wind howled, lashing against their faces like knives.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..." The roar of the helicopter grew closer, quickly catching up.

"I hope you're not just doing this for fun..." Frank gritted his teeth as he stared at the giant moon in the night sky.

Tonight had been more thrilling than his entire life!

"Of course not. Now watch closely." After savoring the sensation of hanging in midair for a moment, Merlin immediately activated the Pneumatic Device, lifting his seat to flip the Superburn midair.

The car, which had been facing away from the helicopter, gradually turned to face it head-on.

Merlin and the others could even see Colin's fierce expression inside the helicopter.

A car, a helicopter... one ground vehicle, one air vehicle.

Facing off in the night sky like this was truly surreal.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Frank, clinging tightly to the edge of the car door, suddenly heard an electronic alert.

Having served in the military, he recognized it immediately—the electronic sound of a radar lock.

"Time for a fireworks finale..." The moment the Deadlock Missile locked onto its target, Merlin's eyes narrowed, and he pressed the button decisively.

"Fwoosh..." A missile trailed a white plume, darting through the night sky like a nimble spirit, carving a white line straight toward the helicopter ahead.

Colin and the police officers inside the helicopter were instantly filled with terror.

"Boom!"

A fireball erupted over the Brooklyn District, scattering debris like brilliant fireworks.

"Done!" Merlin admired his handiwork for a moment, then reactivated the atomic engine, turned the vehicle around, and gradually vanished into the night sky.