26: Chapter 26 Flying Over the City: This Moment is Legendary

The fierce wind howled like ten thousand beasts roaring in his ears.

In that instant, gravity became an unreasonable tyrant, grabbing Qin Feng's ankles and pulling him down with all its might.

"Aaaaah! System, you massive scammer!"

Qin Feng let out a pig-slaughtering scream in his mind.

This was way too high!

Four hundred and sixty-eight meters—equivalent to a hundred and fifty floors.

If a person fell from here, forget becoming a meat patty; they probably wouldn't even have a complete QR code left to scan.

He felt as if he had been stuffed into a drum washing machine; his internal organs felt weightless in that moment, and he even wanted to throw up the instant noodles he just ate.

But just as he was about to lose his balance and turn into a kite with a broken string...

That emotionless mechanical voice rang out again.

[Ding! Host's posture imbalance detected. Intervening to correct.]

[God-level Wingsuit Flying Skill (Trial Version), fully activated.]

A warm current instantly took over his entire body.

Qin Feng felt his body stretch out uncontrollably.

His arms spread wide, and his legs straightened.

The wingsuit, which had been flapping wildly in the gale, now became like a taut drum skin. With a muffled 'thump,' it caught the full force of the updraft.

The feeling of falling vanished.

In its place was a scalp-tingling sensation of gliding.

He was like a black scalpel, precisely slicing through the night sky of Jianghai City.

Although under his mask, Qin Feng's face was deathly pale and his lips were trembling...

In the eyes of outsiders...

This scene was breathtakingly beautiful.

...

Jianghai City, Binjiang Avenue.

The congested traffic merged into a river of red light.

Because the TV signal had been cut, countless drivers honked their horns irritably, and many leaned out of their cars for air.

"Why isn't the network back yet? Did they catch that Qin Feng kid?"

A taxi driver with a cigarette in his mouth was complaining to the private car owner next to him.

Suddenly.

The car owner ignored him, his mouth hanging wide open. He looked like he'd seen a ghost, and he accidentally squeezed his milk tea until it burst.

"Bro... Bro, look at the sky!"

"Look at what? A shooting star?"

The driver looked up nonchalantly.

The next second.

The cigarette in his mouth dropped onto his crotch with a 'thud,' burning a hole, but he didn't even notice.

At the top of the brightly lit TV Tower...

A black shadow, like a giant vampire bat, swept past the large screen that was still flickering with static.

The searchlight beams from behind hit him, stretching his silhouette infinitely long.

He wasn't falling.

He was flying.

He skimmed along the glass curtain walls of the skyscrapers, passing by at a near-insane speed.

The black wing membranes reflected a strange, cold texture under the neon lights.

"Holy... shit?!"

This exclamation of the national profanity instantly exploded across the entire street.

Immediately after, countless people pulled out their phones and frantically aimed them at the sky.

"Did you get it? Quick, film it! Is this some kind of special effect?"

"Is that a person? Did Batman come to Jianghai City on a business trip?"

"Qin Feng! That's Qin Feng! I saw the smiley face on the mask clearly!"

The crowd boiled with excitement.

The shock of witnessing a miracle with their own eyes made everyone forget that he was a wanted criminal.

They only felt their scalps tingle; the goosebumps all over their bodies were dancing.

How was this an escape?

This was clearly a grand individual final performance dedicated to this city!

...

Mid-air.

Two media helicopters belonging to Jianghai TV were circling.

The cameramen had originally come to film the police closing the net, but now, their lenses were filled with the black shadow weaving between the buildings.

"Follow him! Quick, follow him!"

The director roared in the headset, "This footage is incredible! Once this is broadcast, this year's ratings will explode! I'm going to win a Pulitzer!"

The high-definition camera zoomed in rapidly.

The footage was being transmitted in real-time to major global web platforms (though the local signal was cut, the international stream was still live).

On the screen...

Qin Feng was like a proud eagle.

He nimbly rounded the spire of an office building, his body tilting slightly as he drew a perfect S-curve in the air.

Every turn was accompanied by the sharp sonic boom of the wingsuit slicing through the air.

That extreme control over the airflow, that composure while dancing on the edge of life and death...

It made countless foreign extreme sports enthusiasts drop to their knees in awe.

"This is art!"

"Who is he? Why hasn't Red Bull signed him yet? This is literally flying with your life on the line!"

"I just want to ask those cops: how are you supposed to catch a max-level human like this?"

...

Command Center.

Zhao Shanhe looked at the images being broadcast back from the international stream on his tablet.

His hands had stopped shaking.

Because they were already numb.

He just stared blankly at the figure soaring freely through the urban forest, feeling as if his decades as a criminal investigator had been for nothing.

Was this still a capture operation?

This was clearly someone walking their dog!

Beside him...

Xie Qingshang maintained his gesture of pushing up his glasses.

But if you looked closely...

You would see his fingertips frantically tapping the desk at a high frequency.

It was excitement.

And also a sense of powerlessness that went deep into his marrow.

"Wingsuit flying..."

Xie Qingshang murmured to himself, his voice as raspy as if he had swallowed a handful of sand.

"No test flight, no ground crew guidance, not even the wind speed was known."

"In such a complex urban airflow environment, he actually dared to jump directly."

"And... look at his posture."

Xie Qingshang pointed at the screen, a fanatical light flashing in his eyes.

"Perfect aerodynamic layout; every micro-adjustment is precise to the millimeter level. What kind of terrifying body control does this require? What kind of powerful psychological resilience?"

"He's not gambling with his life."

"He's enjoying it."

"Enjoying the pleasure of trampling the entire world under his feet, leaving even the Grim Reaper unable to catch up."

Xie Qingshang took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The image of that man's final smile before the camera surfaced in his mind.

"Qin Feng..."

"Just what kind of... monster are you?"

...

At this moment.

Qin Feng, who was being hailed as a 'monster,' was cursing like a madman in his heart.

"Why hasn't it stopped yet?!"

"System, you bastard! This wind is blowing so hard my skin is about to peel off!"

He had already glided for a full three kilometers in the air.

While the feeling was indeed exhilarating and felt like flying...

The problem was...

He was running out of path ahead!

His altitude was constantly dropping, and he was about to slam into an overpass!

"Landing point! Where is the landing point?!"

Qin Feng's eyes stung from the wind, and tears welled up.

[Ding! Navigation updated.]

[Target vehicle: Red heavy container truck, 300 meters ahead.]

[Estimated contact time: 15 seconds.]

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes.

Through his goggles, he saw a red long-haul trailer speeding along the overpass below.

It was going fast, probably around eighty miles per hour.

To land precisely on a roof only a few meters wide at that speed?

How was this any different from suicide?

"Let's do this!"

Qin Feng grit his teeth, leaned his body forward sharply, and began to dive.

His speed skyrocketed instantly.

The surrounding scenery receded rapidly, turning into streaks of light.

Closer.

Even closer.

The red truck enlarged rapidly in his field of vision.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Qin Feng suddenly pulled in his limbs and used the last bit of lift to perform an extremely dangerous flare maneuver.

It was this pull...

...that greatly slowed his downward momentum.

The next second.

"Thud—!!!"

A heavy, muffled sound.

Qin Feng hit the top of the truck's container like a heavy iron disc.

Due to inertia, he rolled several times on the dusty roof until he hit the refrigeration unit at the front and stopped.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Qin Feng felt like his lower back was about to break.

His internal organs felt displaced.

But at least he survived.

He lay on the roof, gasping for air. The feeling of surviving a disaster made him want to cry and laugh at the same time.

"Only five thousand yuan... only five thousand yuan..."

Qin Feng was close to tears. "Director, you have to pay me more, you definitely have to pay more! If you don't add a zero, I'm going to lose it!"

Inside the driver's cab...

A bearded truck driver was wearing noise-canceling headphones, head-banging to heavy metal rock.

"The vast horizon is my love~~ Flowers bloom at the foot of the rolling green mountains~~"

The loud music completely drowned out the heavy thud on the roof.

The driver tapped the steering wheel to the rhythm, completely unaware that a 'super dangerous criminal' wanted city-wide was lying on his roof.

He carried Qin Feng along, speeding through the outer cordon the police had just set up.

...

Ten minutes later.

The truck entered a remote industrial avenue.

As soon as the speed slowed down...

"Screech—"

A white Aston Martin sports car, like a bolt of white lightning, overtook from behind.

The sports car didn't pass but pulled up steadily alongside the truck.

The window rolled down.

Su Tang's pink hair fluttered in the night wind.

She held the steering wheel with one hand and frantically honked the horn with the other.

"Beep beep beep!!!"

On top of the truck...

Qin Feng had already stripped off the suffocating wingsuit. He was now wearing the black T-shirt underneath, his hair blown into a bird's nest, lying on the edge with a look of utter despair.

Seeing Su Tang...

Qin Feng felt like he was seeing his own mother.

"This silly girl finally came through for once!"

He calculated the distance between the two vehicles.

About one and a half meters.

For him now, this distance was child's play.

"Thanks, bro! Thanks for the ride!"

Qin Feng shouted at the driver who was still jamming out (though the other party couldn't hear him at all).

Then.

He pushed off with one hand and leaped lightly.

He traced an arc in the air that wasn't graceful but was definitely practical.

"Thump."

He landed accurately in the passenger seat of the sports car.

"Wow! Big brother is so cool!"

Su Tang's eyes were practically turning into hearts. Ignoring the fact that she was driving, she lunged over to give Qin Feng a bear hug.

"Cool my foot!"

Qin Feng pushed her face away and scrambled to fasten his seatbelt. "Drive! Hurry up and drive! Any later and the police will sniff their way here!"

"Roger that! Hold on tight!"

Su Tang floored the gas.

The Aston Martin let out a beastly roar and launched forward, disappearing into the vast night.

Only after the car had driven a long way...

...did Qin Feng slump into the leather seat, his hands still shaking uncontrollably.

He pulled a squashed chocolate bar from his pocket and tremblingly stuffed it into his mouth.

"Next time..."

Qin Feng mumbled indistinctly, "Next time, even if you kill me, I'm not pulling a stunt like this again."

...

Half an hour later.

TV Tower top floor, rooftop.

Dozens of SWAT officers had successfully rappelled down, surrounding the entire rooftop with guns drawn.

"Clear!"

"Clear!"

"Target not found!"

Xiahou Dun, with a dark expression, strode to the gap where Qin Feng had just jumped.

The wind was still blowing.

But that god-like, demon-like figure had long since vanished.

"Captain! There's something here!"

A team member found a card in a crack in the railing.

Xiahou Dun walked over, his fingers in tactical gloves carefully picking up the card.

It was an ordinary playing card.

The King.

The Joker, that is.

But it wasn't the printed design.

Instead, someone had used a red marker to draw a very crude, comical smiley face on the white surface of the card.

That casual stroke...

...that childish yet eerie style...

...it was as if he were mocking this group of fully armed elites for being played like fools by a card worth a few cents.

And on the back of the card...

...there was a line of recently written text, the ink not even fully dry yet:

[The wind is quite loud tonight, why don't... everyone go home and sleep early?]

"Crack!"

The walkie-talkie in Xiahou Dun's hand was crushed, a crack appearing from his sheer force.

He looked at the dark night sky in the distance.

That direction was exactly where Qin Feng had disappeared.

"Sleep?"

Xiahou Dun grit his teeth, his eyes burning with an unprecedented fighting spirit.

"Qin Feng..."

"You turned the whole city upside down, and now you want us to go home and sleep?"

"In your dreams!"

"Even if I don't sleep for the rest of my life, I will drag you out, you bastard!"

And in the command center...

...looking at the mocking Joker Card on the screen...

Xie Qingshang said nothing.

He just silently closed the notebook in front of him, which was filled with messy scribbles.

Then.

On the cover, he solemnly wrote a new code name:

[Magic (The Magician)].

"The game..."

Xie Qingshang pushed up his glasses, a hint of genuine interest finally curling the corner of his mouth.

"...is getting more and more interesting."