《Phantom Kid in the World of American Comics》Chapter 23: The Second Mission’s Reward
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”I’ll take the Cat’s Eye Emerald. Besides, this necklace is my gift to Miss Kyle for being the first one to find me, from Phantom Kid.”
After reading the contents of the card, Gordon clenched his fists.
Within a few minutes, a message came from the helicopter squad saying that a man had suddenly appeared on the beach dressed to match Kid’s features, the man had jumped into the sea after appearing and had then been lost.
Three helicopters were patrolling the sea, and since Kid didn’t carry any diving equipment, theoretically it wouldn’t be long before he had to come up to the surface to change his air, but in reality, he didn’t.
Manoeuvring around, the maintenance crew also happened to have the wiring repaired and the lighting system restored.
The surroundings were as bright as day.
Only that everything has been restored too late, once everything ended.
Twice in a row, the entire GCPD crew had been played by Phantom Kid, and Gordon felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Yes, compared to killing, stealing is indeed not a particularly bad type of crime, unless it is a state’s secret that was being stolen.
However, the rampant acts of Phantom Kid had infinitely increased the nature of the crime. For his charisma was so terrible that, once people began to pursue him as a criminal, the social order was seriously disrupted.
”It’s really Catwoman… even though Phantom Kid ran away, it’s always nice to capture another wanted thief.”
Aaron was not as frustrated as Gordon and smiled happily when he confirmed Serena’s identity.
”Aaron, wrap up the team.”
Gordon walked out of the chamber without looking back, appearing sad and disappointed.
He knew that in a few days Catwoman would break out of prison again, or be bailed out by some unknown wealthy owner.
In short, Gotham had no idea how many criminals hiding underground needed the presence of people like Catwoman to help them accomplish their shameful business.
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Only, Gordon knew in his heart that he couldn’t reveal this kind of thing publically.
Because eight years ago, these crimes had been out in the open, and he had spent so many years hiding so many fucked up things into the ground, that he prefers to let them stay buried in the earth forever.
Meanwhile, after jumping into the sea, Mathison dived down the current into the Gotham River until he reached the location of the hidden yacht.
For nearly an hour, Mathison didn’t even poke his head out of the sea.
Not because he was actually able to shut his breath for that long, but because he relied on the second magical charm he had made.
This magic charm was designed to give one the ability to breathe underwater for a short period of time, one of the few Buff spells in red magic.
Once on the yacht, he immediately changed into the clothes he had already prepared and then headed for the Merchant River basin.
For the next few hours, the GCPD would surely be searching for himself with all their might on Downtown Island, and it was not safe to stop at the Gotham River.
Sometime later, the yacht pulled up somewhere in the Merchant River, near Gotham’s Old Town, a distant counterpart to the Edinburgh district, where the GCPD’s headquarters were located.
Mathison was in no hurry to get back, not forgetting that there was a young oracle lying inside the cabin.
From the deck down to the cabin, there was Barbara, asleep.
It had only been a few hours since Barbara had been stunned, and Mathison was absolutely confident in his ability to control the amount of drugs he used.
It would take another ten minutes or so for Barbara to wake up.
”It’s really thanks to you this time, Barbara.”
Mathison walked over to the sleeping Barbara and gently stroked her hair.
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Having spent so many years with Barbara, and being such a charming beauty, would Mathison be human if he didn’t have some sexy thoughts?
Besides, Barbara had always been a lonely weird guy among her classmates since she was a child, and her only partner has been Mathison, and maybe her brother James Jr.
Everyone knows that Mathison and Barbara are inseparable, even Barbara’s father, Gordon, looks at Mathison in all sorts of different ways…
Maybe they are trying to avoid attention or drama but, for a variety of reasons, the two haven’t become an official couple yet.
This, of course, has something to do with Mathison’s initial ambition, to become Gotham’s top thief, but that’s not the point.
It really isn’t.
After a few minutes of admiring Barbara’s sleeping face, Mathison estimated that it was about time that she would wake up and slipped a card into Barbara’s hand before turning to leave.
Driving the yacht near the GCPD, Mathison abandoned the ship and disappeared into the darkness.
Just after Mathison left, Barbara opened her eyes momentarily and sat up.
The clothes she was wearing were no longer her original ones, but that was the least of her concern.
There was just an inexplicable sparkle in Barbara’s eyes as she stared at the card in her hand with the head of Phantom Kid on it.
”Beautiful Miss Gordon, I apologise for borrowing your clothes without your consent, so I have compensated you with a new outfit that I hope you will enjoy. Sincerely, Phantom Kid.”
Back at Phantom Kid’s stronghold, Mathison changed back into his normal clothes and walked into the basement.
”Time to check out the system rewards this time.”
He opened up the system and checked the panel.
Sure enough, the little exclamation point appeared again in the host section.
Press to take a look…
Stolen Treasure: Cat’s Eye Emerald
Treasure value: C
Difficulty: medium
Magnificence Rating: B
Special Note – using a transcendent ability will result in an enhanced magnificence rating scale
Reading this, Mathison frowned, but when he thought about it, it wasn’t hard to sort out.
For a simple example, both magic tricks and red magic can achieve mind-blowing effects, but magic tricks obviously cannot match the convenience of red magic.
After all, red magic does not require a lot of props and ample preparation.
The visual experience is also very different.
Therefore, the two methods must necessarily be accompanied by different evaluation systems. While enjoying the convenience of red magic and being able to complete tasks more easily, the corresponding requirements will also be a little higher.
So, if he wants to increase his magnificence rating, he either mustn’t use his transcendental abilities and rely on his intelligence and wits to win or continue to use his extraordinary abilities, but he needs to win the attention of more people.
Having processed this notion, Mathison had some feasible solutions in mind, he even thought that he could use different things depending on the actual situation.
Moving on to his long-awaited system reward.
Final Rating: B
Reward: All of Carlos’s combat experience.
”Carlos: from the world of the ‘Wanted Order’ an existence that is considered the king of assassins, mastering countless supernatural marksmanship techniques, with his strongest ability being ‘Bullet time’.”
”The reward includes what Carlos has learned throughout his life, including Bullet time, and is given to the host in a memory inheritance mode, so you can master it without practice!”
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