Hermione's little red sports car followed the black sedan with the strange license plate ahead, weaving through New York's busy streets while maintaining neither too close nor too distant a gap.
As Deathstroke's student, tailing a target was also one of the so-called "basic skills of a Mage." There was really nothing more to say about it.
The rearview mirror offered a limited field of vision, and people naturally had a sense of personal safety distance. Exploiting that psychology was the key. Generally speaking, as long as there were ten cars between you and the vehicle you were tailing, with a distance of over fifty meters, there was no risk of exposure. Of course, ordinary people simply could not manage that.
But little Hermione handled it easily. She kept an eye on the target from the corner of her eye while driving, and even turned on the radio to listen to music.
Her slender white fingers turned the dial and switched to a New York station. Listening to the news was also a way of gathering intelligence, though after arriving in New York earlier, her professor had found that big tree solely by Strangle's sense of smell.
"Come to think of it, aside from Aliens, this world doesn't seem any different from the several worlds we know."
As she spoke, she glanced at her professor with her large eyes.
"It only seems that way." Su Ming rolled down the window, rested an arm on it, watched the scenery flash past by the roadside, and felt Gale brush across his face. "This is Marvel. The universe itself is just a marble in the Beyonders' hands. Ordinary people simply can't see those things. The power scale here is not lacking in the slightest. It mainly shows in the great technological fusion produced