He didn't catch up.
Li Cheng squinted his eyes in the direction of the prison, observed for a while, and after ascertaining there were no pursuers, he tossed those two special helmets to Gray Rain.
"Ran into trouble? Got held up for so long?"
The strongman Gray Rain casually remarked while kneading the two helmets into a semi-spherical shape as effortlessly as one would roll a pancake, then reassembled them into the shape of a baby's cot to house Angelica.
"Yeah. Encountered Black Panther who believes in white supremacy, Hawkeye with the cockfight eyes, and Captain America with the looks of an Indian."
Li Cheng fetched an oil drum from the three-dimensional warehouse to fuel the agricultural plane to full, "That Cervantes probably has a perfect quality skill or piece of equipment that can twist, transform, and control superpower users.
Those three oddballs were just the vanguard; more would follow."
"Huh?"
