Little Black was Rogge's main weapon for a long time to come.
If Little Black's quality wasn't good enough, Rogge would have taken him back to the furnace long ago.
"I'm starting to regret enlightening you. Now that I think about it, there's nothing wrong with being a salted fish."
Little Black said helplessly.
As a weapon forged from the Black Death Sword, he naturally wasn't afraid of fire, but that didn't mean he could ignore any fire damage.
Hellfire, this kind of fire didn't sound simple.
Time passed little by little, and when it was ten o 'clock at night, a map of Houston appeared on Rogge's sunglasses.
On the map, there was a red dot moving quickly.
Although Hinata didn't say anything, it was obvious that the moving red dot was the legendary Ghost Rider.
"Transform back into the form of the Northern Cold Blade. We're going to work!"
Little Black glanced at Rogge and quickly transformed back into the original form of the Northern Cold Blade, hanging on Rogge's belt.
Rogge hadn't made any scabbard for the Northern Cold Blade, and Little Black didn't like the feeling of being stuck in a scabbard.
Using Little Black's own words to describe it, it was a kind of shameful play.
Rogge respected Little Black's request. Even without a scabbard, he didn't need to worry about the Northern Cold Blade accidentally hurting him.
Little Black was very self-aware of this.
After determining the direction Ghost Rider was heading, Rogge used Quantum Teleportation to leave the top of the building and arrive on the path Ghost Rider had to take.
At this moment, Rogge wasn't the only one chasing after Ghost Rider.
The Ghost Rider enthusiasts and the Houston police officers were also hunting this legendary figure.
The thoughts of these enthusiasts were very simple. For them, Ghost Rider was their idol, and they were a group of fans chasing after their idol.
As for the police in Houston, Ghost Rider was a huge problem.
After the appearance of Ghost Rider, law and order in Houston had improved significantly. In particular, the number of crimes on the streets at night had dropped to an unprecedented low.
The crime rate had dropped, and public security had improved. Logically speaking, the Houston police should be very grateful to Ghost Rider.
But the problem was that Ghost Rider's punishment was too brutal.
As long as it was a criminal punished by Ghost Rider, they would all die without exception.
Although the police in Houston didn't know what the Trial's Eye was, and didn't know what the Hellfire was, they knew that they were in trouble when they saw the scorched eyes of the criminals.
America was a country that nominally pursued democracy and freedom, which meant that this country had an almost paranoid pursuit of so-called human rights.
Criminals also had human rights. Furthermore, Ghost Rider's act of killing criminals without trial was something that the police hated.
Chasing after criminals and cracking down on crime was no problem, this was what most superheroes did.
However, acting as a judge to judge criminals and depriving them of their lives was absolutely not allowed.
Thus, in the eyes of the police, Ghost Rider wasn't a superhero, but a violent criminal who used his superpowers to wantonly kill criminals.
Yes, in the eyes of the police, Ghost Rider was also a criminal, and a criminal with extraordinary powers at that.
Thus, every night that Ghost Rider appeared, there would be this phenomenon of fanatical fans and the police working together to track down Ghost Rider.
Rogge knew about this phenomenon when he browsed through the information on Ghost Rider.
But he didn't take it to heart at all, and he didn't even plan to use a transformation technique to change his appearance.
Konoha was handling matters, and unrelated people should disperse!
Ever since Konoha displayed unprecedented dominance when hunting down Hydra, this concept had begun to take root in people's hearts.
Anyone who knew a little about Konoha knew that all of Konoha's actions had an extremely high collateral damage index.
This meant that if someone was affected by Konoha's actions because of curiosity or other reasons, Konoha didn't have to bear any responsibility.
And until now, no one knew how high Konoha's collateral damage index was.
In any case, Konoha had never received any official punishment or condemnation for collateral damage.
Over time, no one was willing to use their lives to test the upper limit of this collateral damage index.
After using Quantum Transmission to arrive at the main road that Ghost Rider had to pass through, Rogge took off the sunglasses connected to the satellite and waited silently for Ghost Rider's arrival.
Ghost Rider had been around for a long time, but Konoha's intelligence department had not yet investigated the true identity of Ghost Rider. They didn't know as much as Rogge himself.
Although there was only one Ghost Rider in Rogge's memory, he wasn't sure if this Ghost Rider was the one in his memory until he saw the human face of this Ghost Rider.
It didn't take long for Rogge to see the motorcycle that was burning with hellfire and had an extremely obvious style, as well as the Ghost Rider in a black leather jacket on it.
Sure enough, without skin and flesh, everyone's bones and heads look the same.
The galloping Ghost Rider also saw Rogge in the middle of the road, but he showed no signs of slowing down and rushed straight at Rogge.
In the past few months, Ghost Rider had seen too many people trying to stop him.
"Little Black, this is your first battle. Don't embarrass yourself!"
As soon as he said that, the Northern Cold Blade in Rogge's hand vibrated slightly, answering his question.
Feeling the vibration of the Northern Cold Blade, Rogge smiled and slowly walked toward Ghost Rider.
One step, two steps, three steps …
Rogge walked toward Ghost Rider as if he was taking a leisurely stroll.
In the distance, Ghost Rider drove the hell motorcycle and rushed toward him like a meteor.
One hundred meters, fifty meters, twenty meters …
When the Ghost Rider burning with hellfire was only twenty meters away, Rogge raised the Northern Cold Blade in his hand and slashed diagonally from top to bottom.
Boom!
The next second, there was a terrifying explosion like that of an intercontinental missile. Orange-red hellfire soared into the sky, the ground cracked, and a transparent shockwave spread out in all directions.
The Hellfire motorcycle that was speeding like a meteor came to a stop, and the front wheel spun wildly like a small burning sun.
In front of the Hellfire motorcycle was Rogge, who was wearing a light blue Chakra coat.
The Northern Cold Blade in his right hand viciously slashed at the front of the Hellfire Motorcycle. Visible cracks appeared on the devilish skull-like front of the motorcycle.
Northern Cold Blade vs Hellfire motorcycle, Northern Cold Blade wins!
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