Bloodhand Black could not believe it. Could it be that Peter could fly?
Peter's speed remained the same. Three minutes had passed, and he could already see the end of the steel cable in front of him.
This was at the top of the bridge's main beam. It had a square surface, so standing alone was not a problem.
However, there was a distance of a few hundred meters from the water below. Coupled with the fast wind speed, it was difficult for him to remain standing.
"It's over, it's over! I'm really afraid of heights. I can't watch this anymore."
"Gosh, you have to hold on. Spider-man will come and save you."
"No. The only people who can save him now are from the program team."
"Gosh, quickly surrender and let the program team save you."
The audience in the live broadcast room felt that it was too dangerous. If he was not careful, he would fall down.
Black stared at the top of the bridge in front of him. He had a premonition that Peter would choose to jump down.
Could it be that this guy was carrying a parachute?
He saw the backpack on Peter's back and guessed.
At this moment, Black's phone rang.
"Bloodhand Black, we are no longer of any use on the bridge. We discussed it and went to the police yacht sent by the ground police to stand guard."
"Very good!" Black said with satisfaction.
Jumping down from a height of several hundred meters, even if it was on the surface of the water, he would be smashed into bits.
If the body fell to the surface of the water at a high speed, the surface of the water would be no different from the hard ground.
The three felons stood on the police yacht and looked at the black dot on the top of the bridge.
The audience in the live broadcast room was all silent as they looked at the swaying figure on the screen.
Suddenly, Peter bent his legs slightly and jumped up, he used the wind to pull open the mechanism hidden on his back.
The original backpack actually turned into a wingsuit.
The wind speed was suitable!
The wind's direction was to the southeast!
Peter was like an eagle soaring in the sky. Using the direction of the wind, he skillfully controlled his wings to fly. After a few breaths, he left the bridge and flew away along the river.
A beautiful figure streaked across the blue sky.
The three felons on the police yacht were all dumbfounded!
Black was watching something that he could not believe!
The audience watching the live broadcast was stunned!
"God! God! God!"
A moment later, the audience in the live broadcast room typed 'God!', the two words flooded the screen.
[God-level wingsuit flying skill]
This was the reward that the system had just given to Peter.
The host had directly grasped the skill of flying a wingsuit and was even more professional than a professional.
Wingsuit flying was widely regarded as the craziest extreme sport in the world and could be considered the limit to a lot of people.
In extreme sports, the death rate of wingsuit flying was the highest.
Because the most dangerous part of wingsuit flying was flying at low altitude.
In high-speed close-to-the-ground flight, any change of direction could be fatal.
Lauterbrunnen, Switzerland is a sacred place for wingsuit fans, where 28 people have lost their lives because of the sport. For Lauterbrunnen, wingsuit flying is a plague that falls from the sky.
Because the speed of close-to-the-ground flight is too fast, once the direction of the flight deviates, the participants have no way to avoid crashing.
Peter was currently experiencing low-altitude flying.
His physical strength was more than double that of an ordinary person. Every muscle of his was supporting him to be able to fly close to the ground.
From the air, Peter kept changing directions, avoiding the obstacles in front of him in advance.
The flying trajectory was graceful, like a bird's.
He was displaying god-level flying skills.
Above Peter, the miniature drone followed him with great effort, transmitting the scene to the live broadcast room.
"It's too beautiful! No matter what the god does, it's the ultimate kind."
"God! Are you still human?"
"Watching the god's wingsuit flying is really a kind of enjoyment."
Suddenly, another miniature drone appeared behind Peter.
This drone was sent by the Escape Program team at the last minute. How could they let go of such an eye-catching scene.
The miniature drone operated at full speed and followed closely behind Peter.
This was the first angle that the viewers could watch him.
While Peter was flying close to the ground at high speed, the scene of him dodging left and right obstacles appeared on the live broadcast screen.
"Ahhhh! This is too exciting. It is so thrilling from the god's perspective!"
"F*ck! Just earlier, god flew so close to an obstacle. My little heart!"
"I've seen videos of wing-suit flying close to the ground. I dare say that no one can really fly close to the ground like the god."
"God! The world's number one wing-suit flyer! He deserves it!"
Wind speed!
Wind direction!
The body's control over the wingsuit.
Aerodynamics.
These formed the perfect extreme close-to-ground flight.
It also made Peter a god.
At this moment, Black could only use his phone to contact the three felons in exasperation, asking them to head to the area where Peter might land.
He had no other way.
"Bloodhand Black, are we giving up just like that?"
Black's gloomy face turned even gloomier.
"You want to chase after him? I can give you a wingsuit."
"..."
Peter flew along the river for more than twenty minutes, and the bridge was nowhere to be seen behind him.
He was thinking about how to land.
He did not waste any more time. He looked ahead and chose a landing spot.
It was a small hill, and there were many buildings of different shapes on the hill.
This was a wealthy district.
He opened the parachute.
He slowed down!
He locked on to his target!
He did it in one go!
He slowly landed on the ground.
At this moment, the three felons had been observing the direction Peter was flying in and had determined the area where Peter was about to land.
"Bloodhand Black, the fugitive Peter has landed on a small hill in the wealthy district."
"This time, you can't just stand by and watch the show. You have to come over and help. If you catch Peter early, you'll also be freed one day earlier."
"You don't have to tell me what to do. Mind your own business! I'm on my way to the wealthy district now."
Black's expression became intrigued.
"Peter, you've successfully piqued my interest."
After saying that, Bloodhand Black used his phone to dial a number.
"I'm Bloodhand Black. Four years ago, you owed me your life. Now, I need your talents to investigate someone for me.
"The person you want to investigate is called Peter. I want to know all of his personal information, his relatives, his ex-girlfriend, and his wife.
"It's best if he has a wife. I'm not joking with you. You know my temper. This Peter fellow has successfully aroused my interest."
Just as Peter was flying freely in the sky, a hacker from the New York underground darknet used only a few minutes to hack into the New York police department's website.
The hacker quickly found Peter's name. There were a total of 316 people named Peter.
The hacker took the information provided by Bloodhand Black and sat down to sift through it. He then sent the 11 people named Peter to Red Black.