Boom—!
Under the night sky, a crimson blaze streaked across the skies above New York's streets.
Johnny flew along West Forty-Sixth Street. Before he had even reached the scene, he could already see thick black smoke billowing up in the distance.
"Well, looks like there's no way I'm getting to bed early tonight..."
As he spoke, he suddenly accelerated and arrived above the accident scene.
However...
"No way..."
Below Johnny, more than a dozen people were brawling with the police.
The police car that had been transporting Puppet Master had already overturned in the middle of the road, its front end smashed into a nearby fire hydrant, sending a column of water shooting into the sky.
Another police car lay across the middle of the street, its body on fire.
"Get back!"
"Everyone, get back!!"
Several officers had their backs against the overturned police car, desperately holding the line.
But those people seemed unable to hear them at all. They kept shoving against the police line, even trying to seize the officers' weapons.
"Screech, screech..."
A taxi driver barreled recklessly through the street, forcing an ambulance that had just arrived to the far end of the road and completely blocking it off.
Elsewhere, several kids who looked barely into their teens kept picking up rocks and debris from the roadside and hurling them at the police.
"Hey!"
Johnny's expression abruptly changed.
"Stop it!"
The next instant, he plummeted from the sky!
The firelight crashed down, and a wave of scorching air burst outward. The civilians trying to approach the police instinctively stopped in their tracks.
Johnny kept the flames at a temperature that would not hurt anyone, spreading his arms between the officers and the crowd.
"All right!"
"The show's over!"
"Everybody calm down!"
Johnny shouted.
"Listen, Phillips, I know