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A Rider Kick in Marvel Rewrite Ch 20
🕑 Added 2025-02-24 15:48:16 +0000 UTCMore police vehicles converged on the scene, their sirens wailing. Officers poured out, creating a tight perimeter around Ace. Captain George Stacy emerged from one of the lead vehicles, his authoritative presence immediately cutting through the chaos.
George stepped forward, his hand raised to signal the other officers to hold their positions. His eyes locked onto Ace's armored form, assessing the situation.
"Stand down and identify yourself," George commanded, his voice firm and clear. "Remove your helmet and explain what happened here."
Ace remained motionless, the blue armor of Kuuga's Dragon Form reflecting the flashing police lights. After a moment, he responded, his voice steady and measured.
"Sorry, but I can't reveal my identity," Ace said. "But you can call me Kamen Rider."
Captain George Stacy stood his ground, the tension palpable in the air. Other officers shifted nervously, their hands hovering near their weapons.
"I can't just let you walk away," George said, his voice cutting through the background noise of sirens and scattered debris. "You've destroyed property and taken the law into your own hands."
"I just caught two criminals who were endangering innocent lives," Ace replied coolly. "I'm not looking to cause trouble with the police."
"That's not how this works. You're an unknown vigilante with extraordinary abilities. I need answers."
"You're really making this harder than it is, Captain," Ace responded, a hint of frustration in his voice.
The standoff continued, with George blocking any potential escape route, surrounded by a ring of tense police officers waiting for his next command.
In a sudden burst of movement, Ace leaped high into the air, his blue Dragon Form silhouetted against the night sky. Police officers watched in stunned silence as he sailed over their heads, landing with precise grace beside the Trychaser 2000.
With a fluid motion, he mounted the motorcycle. The engine roared to life, its sleek design cutting an impressive figure against the urban backdrop. Captain George Stacy's eyes narrowed.
"After him!" George shouted, pointing toward the Trychaser. "All units, pursue that motorcycle!"
Police vehicles immediately sprang into action, sirens blaring and lights flashing. The chase began, with Ace weaving through the city streets on the Trychaser, police cruisers close behind him.
The Trychaser 2000's engine roared as Ace navigated the city's narrow streets, police cruisers hot on his tail. Sirens wailed behind him, their piercing sound echoing off concrete buildings. He leaned into a sharp turn, the motorcycle's tires barely gripping the wet pavement.
Spotting an opportunity, Ace veered suddenly onto a construction site. Wooden barriers and half-finished concrete structures became his obstacle course. Police cars screeched to partial stops, some officers jumping out while others attempted to follow through the tight spaces.
Ace gunned the engine, launching the Trychaser over a stack of metal scaffolding. The motorcycle sailed through the air, landing with a thunderous impact on the other side. Dust and debris exploded around him as he continued his escape.
Captain George Stacy's lead car pushed through the construction site, its heavy frame smashing through wooden barriers. "Keep him in sight!" he shouted to the driver.
The chase continued onto a dirt path leading away from the city. Ace weaved between trees, using the dense forest as cover. Police vehicles struggled to maintain pursuit, their standard cruisers ill-equipped for the rough terrain.
One by one, police cars dropped back. Their headlights became distant pinpricks in Ace's side mirrors. He pushed the Trychaser harder, the motorcycle's advanced suspension absorbing the uneven ground.
A narrow trail appeared. Ace took it without hesitation, the Trychaser cutting through the wilderness with precision. The sound of pursuit grew fainter, and Ace thought he had evaded the police. But a single car was still chasing after him.
Ace glanced in his rearview mirror and saw Captain George Stacy's vehicle still pursuing him through the forest trail. The police captain's determination was evident, his car navigating the rough terrain with surprising skill.
"He's persistent," Ace muttered to himself,
The Trychaser 2000's engine roared as Ace increased his speed, the motorcycle cutting through the dense woodland with precision.
George's vehicle bounced and lurched over roots and uneven ground, but the captain remained focused. His hands gripped the steering wheel, eyes locked on Ace's blue-armored form ahead. The chase continued, a testament to George's stubborn nature.
Ace pushed the Trychaser harder, weaving between trees and using the landscape to his advantage. Yet George remained close behind, refusing to let the mysterious rider escape.
The forest trail twisted and turned, but neither rider nor pursuer showed any sign of giving up. Ace increased his speed, the Trychaser responding with a burst of acceleration that kicked up dirt and leaves in its wake.
George's car followed, matching Ace's maneuvers.
The Trychaser 2000's engine hummed as Ace glanced back at the pursuing vehicle. In one fluid motion, he reached down and grabbed a fallen branch from the forest floor. With a subtle gesture, the stick transformed, elongating and shifting into the familiar blue and silver Dragon Rod of Kuuga's Dragon Form.
Ace's grip tightened on the rod. He calculated the angle, timing his throw with precision. The Dragon Rod sailed through the air, spinning like a precise missile toward the police car's front wheels.
The rod struck with surgical accuracy. George's vehicle suddenly lurched, its wheels losing traction. The car skidded violently, spinning out of control across the forest floor. Branches whipped against the windshield as the vehicle careened sideways, finally coming to an abrupt stop against a large oak tree with a thunderous crash.
Ace didn't slow down. The Trychaser 2000 continued its escape, weaving through the dense woodland. In the rearview mirror, he could see the police car wedged against the tree, motionless.
Captain George Stacy sat in the crumpled vehicle, momentarily stunned. As the dust settled, he pushed open the damaged door and stepped out. His eyes narrowed, watching the blue-armored rider disappear into the forest.
"Damn it," George muttered, frustration clear in his voice.
The mysterious Kamen Rider had escaped once again.
