New York One Channel brings you live coverage. An Osborn Corporation truck carrying plutonium has been hijacked, and police are in pursuit...
New York, Manhattan.
On the highway, a heavy-duty tow truck blocked an Osborn transport truck. Two heavily armed thugs scrambled out of the tow truck, jumped onto the transport truck behind it, and began placing remote incendiaries in preparation for thermal cutting.
At the same time, police sirens wailed ahead and behind on both sides of the highway. More than a dozen police cars swarmed in from all directions, trying to intercept the tow truck, but the behemoth simply rammed them out of the way!
Bang...
The massive tires of the large tow truck directly crushed a police car beside it. Its door flew off, and exploding glass shards scattered in all directions!
On a nearby street.
Damn... where am I?
Miles rubbed his head. Seeing the fierce chase battle nearby, his arm relaxed slightly, and the several time controllers he was holding tumbled one by one onto the ground with clattering sounds.
"Oh, you are..." Right at that moment, a passing man looked at Miles, his gaze somewhat unnatural.
The suddenly appearing teenager looked nervous and was holding a bunch of strange-looking equipment parts... This immediately made him suspect whether this little fellow in front of him had stolen something somewhere!
"..."
Miles sighed and activated his telepathic power.
The next moment, the man's expression blanked, and then he walked away nonchalantly.
Next, Miles casually beckoned.
Another black teenager wearing headphones nearby also had his gaze stall, then obediently walked over, carrying a paper bag in one hand, and earnestly bent down to pick up those time controllers on the ground and put them inside.
"Thanks for the help." Miles took the paper bag without standing