Week 23.5 – China

Previously: the Chinese official who met Metalord and Digger at the Shanghai airport told them they were under arrest. And now…

“You’re arresting us?” Tiffany yelled. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I most certainly am, my dear,” the official said. “You are trespassing on sovereign Chinese soil, and we can’t have that.”

“You’re making a mistake,” Metalord said.

“We’ll see.”

“Okay, but seriously…” Metalord pointed one finger at the sky. “You might want to look at that thing over your head before you make a final decision.”

The official’s sly smile grew even wider. “You can’t be serious. Are you truly trying to fool us into looking up so you can try to get away? We both know there’s nothing up there.”

Metalord shrugged and laughed. “Yeah, okay, you’re right. There’s noth…”

Suddenly, the guns tore from the airport policemen’s hands and flew straight up into the air.

“Woops, looks like we were both wrong,” Metalord said. “There is something up there after all.”

“You think this is funny?” the official snapped, all trace of sardonic humor gone now. “Return their weapons immediately!”

“Sure,” Metalord said.

[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”right”]“What are you doing?” the official shouted. “Don’t you realize that by defying me, you defy all of China?” “China can kiss my ass…”[/blockquote]Suddenly, the policemen were yanked into the air by their belt buckles. They flew up around 100 feet to hover next to their weapons.

“What are you doing?” the official shouted. “Don’t you realize that by defying me, you defy all of China?”

“China can kiss my ass,” Metalord said.

“But you can’t win,” the official spluttered, red-faced.

“It’s not a matter of winning or losing,” Metalord said. “It’s a matter of, is it worth millions of dollars in damage and untold lives endangered, when you could save all that just by letting me go to Mongolia? Then I can be the Czar’s problem.”

“We cannot tolerate open defiance,” the official said.

“You’re gonna’,” Metalord said. “Look, I gave you that letter as a courtesy, not to ask permission. And you rudely destroyed my treasured personal possession, which is not a good idea when you’re talking to a guy who can electrocute you with his mind.”

Electricity crackled around Metalord’s helmet, and then lightning arced out from his face to the nearest jeep, which exploded spectacularly. The official dove away from the fireball.

Metalord turned to Digger. The visor on his helmet flipped up by itself. “Do you think those powers of yours can hotwire that guy’s car?”

“So we can add Grand Theft Auto to the list of charges?” Digger asked.

“It’s China,” Metalord said. “It’s not like they need evidence to charge us with shit.”

“I see your point.”

“Get the girls to the hotel,” Metalord said. “I’ll meet up with you later.”

“Okay.” Digger hustled the girls and their luggage to the official’s sedan as the official stood by, his face growing redder by the moment.

Once Digger was away, the official asked, “Now what?”

Metalord looked up and smiled. “Now the really fun part begins.”

The soldiers and their weapons were suddenly surrounded by glowing icosahedrons, which had the effect of shielding them from Metalord’s magnetic force. They fell to the ground and rolled like a handful of game dice.

What’s happening now? Could there perhaps be superheroes in China? Join us Monday for another exciting chapter of Run, Digger, Run!

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