Chapter 1205 New York Times Square
Although it was noon, there were not many people walking around Wall Street, and the few restaurants were empty.
Vincent and Hermione had not walked far when they heard the urgent sound of sirens coming from behind them.
An old Ford pickup truck whizzed past the two men, followed closely by four police cars.
"Ah this..." Hermione was a little confused.
I heard New York was a mess, but I didn't expect it to be this chaotic.
Vincent couldn't hold it in any longer. "We can encounter unexpected events with such low probability, which proves that we are still very lucky."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Ford pickup truck turned onto Broadway.
"Bang-bang-bang" familiar gunshots rang out, the same as the ones just now on Fifth Avenue.
Vincent was completely speechless.
Chasing from Fifth Avenue to Broadway, the New York police's efficiency is surprisingly on par with that of the British Ministry of Magic.
Hermione suddenly patted his shoulder and leaned close to his ear, "This is such a big deal, will the Magical Congress send someone out?"
Ordinary Muggle criminals wouldn't be that bad, unless they were tough guys that even the New York police couldn't deal with.
And even if the Magical Congress were to take action, they would definitely turn a blind eye to Vincent.
Because Victor D. Blood, the head of the American branch of the Order of the Ordination, has disguised himself as Bradley Graves, the head of the Auror Office, and successfully infiltrated the top echelons of the Magical Congress.
Intensive gunfire rang out again, and the situation on Broadway was not optimistic.
"Thump thump--" A low-flying police helicopter flew over the two people's heads.
Even helicopters were dispatched, it seems he is really a tough guy.
Vincent patted Hermione's hand, which was tightly wrapped around his, and said, "I'm not wanted by the Magical Congress. The most they can do is expel me."
Before Victor began his infiltration, his MACUS Medal of Honor hadn't been taken back, let alone now.
After all, only a few magical governments responded to the call of the British and German Ministries of Magic and listed him as the most wanted criminal in the wizarding world. As long as there was no major incident like the Berlin incident that would seriously expose the existence of magic, the vast majority of magical governments would not take the initiative to cause trouble for him.
Hermione looked left at Broadway, where the gunfire continued, and right at Fifth Avenue, where they had come from. "We—"
A loud bang suddenly came from Broadway. The tail rotor of the police helicopter was blown up by something, and it was falling down with billowing black smoke.
Vincent saw clearly that it was a homemade explosive filled with cans. It was not very powerful, but it just happened to blow off the tail rotor.
Seeing that the helicopter was about to crash, he slowly raised his left hand.
"Shock absorption and speed stop——"
Hundreds of meters away, the falling helicopter paused for a moment, then floated down gently like a feather.
Hermione said nothing, just quietly observing her surroundings.
The gunshots did attract some people, but perhaps because this was very common, or perhaps because the stock market trend was more attractive, Wall Street was not at all lively.
Vincent simply raised his hand, and no one would think of supernatural powers.
Thinking of this, Hermione secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "I heard that Times Square is the crossroads of the world. Why don't we go there?"
Times Square and Broadway are both located in Midtown Manhattan, and are quite far from Wall Street.
Vincent tapped one of the Type A balls on the bracelet, sending autopilot navigation instructions to the invisible Voice of the Night.
Two or three minutes later, a sports car with restrained yet sharp lines stopped in front of the two.
"Isn't that a bit too ostentatious?" Hermione said as she sat in the passenger seat of the car that Vincent had opened.
The Milan Motor Show is about to open, and Bugatti officially announced that there will be a mysterious concept car on display. It is another sound of the night created by the Bugatti factory at all costs.
The exterior design remains consistent without any magical elements.
Vincent considerately fastened Hermione's seatbelt and said, "It seems a little, but it's only a few kilometers. Just think of it as a promotion."
It is the 90s, and the Night Sound's design, which combines classic and modern elements, is very eye-catching. If it weren't for the Bugatti logo, people would think that the Batmobile in the comics has come to life.
Times Square is surrounded by Broadway theaters and nearly 40 shopping malls. It is famous for its dense neon tube advertising and is the only area in New York City where eye-catching billboards are mandatory.
The square houses studios for global media outlets such as the American Broadcasting Corporation, and is often used as a background for international news.
Although London also has a Times Square, its scale is far smaller than that in New York.
Even though a gunfight was taking place on nearby Broadway, it had no impact on the bustling Times Square.
Not long after Vincent and Hermione got out of the car, they saw a large billboard screen playing a Bugatti promotional video.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"Uncle Eric probably never dreamed that the publicity video he spent money on in Times Square would be less effective than the few kilometers you drove."
Vincent turned to look at the Night Voice parked on the roadside. In just a short while, several passersby had already come over curiously. "It's all because of your good design. Look, a reporter was attracted by it."
Hermione shyly pulled his arm and walked forward, "Don't worry about them, let's go shopping."
Times Square is full of tall buildings, numerous shops, and countless billboards.
You can stroll here from noon to dusk. When night falls, the lights are still on and tourists from all over the world come to visit regardless of day or night.
After a whole day of shopping, not only Hermione but even Vincent was exhausted.
The two randomly found a restaurant near their home. The colorful decoration inside, and the lights and wall decorations created a lively party atmosphere.
If it weren't for the pretty waitress who brought the menu, one would really mistake this for a Broadway theater.
The restaurant specializes in a variety of American classic dishes. Although the taste is average, the portions are large and filling, and the prices are reasonable.
After Vincent and Hermione finished their burgers, the bearded man who had just brought the dishes appeared in front of the handrail on the second floor.
Just when the two were wondering what he was going to do, music suddenly started, and he did a difficult split and sang a pop song.
After him, the beautiful waitress who first took the order for the two of them actually changed into a dress and went on stage, singing classic Broadway songs with deep emotion.
Not only is there food, but there are also performances to watch. This dinner is definitely worth it.
When we left the restaurant, it was already 8:30 in the evening.
Some billboards in Times Square were broadcasting reports of a daytime shooting. The perpetrator was an unemployed middle-aged man who had served in the Marine Corps and was fired from his job without cause.
Fortunately, no one was killed, the police helicopter landed safely, and the officers inside only suffered minor injuries.
After reading the report, Vincent and Hermione walked hand in hand around Times Square.
At 10 o'clock in the evening, there were not many people watching the Voice of the Night, so the two got in the car and drove to the Lion Hotel in New York a few blocks away.
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On Broadway and 45th Street, within the New York police cordon, a figure in a black windbreaker suddenly appeared in the shallow pit where the police helicopter crashed during the day.
"A slowing spell... a very powerful slowing spell..."
He squatted down and gently picked up a handful of dust with his fingers.
"Strange, why do I feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the remaining magical energy?"
He slowly stood up, and Kenny's handsome face was revealed in the moonlight.
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