It took the driver a long time to recover. Looking at the bills, he murmured, "What a good guy."
He had only been driving for a short while, and the fare was thirty dollars at most.
Not only had Luke saved him, he had also given him an extra fare. He was definitely a good guy.
Luke, on the other hand, was already in the dark. He took out a Triumph motorcycle from his inventory, put on a helmet, and quickly circled around the road where the anomaly had occurred.
In the distance, he could still see a line of fire extending west.
He decisively sped up and gave chase.
In the blink of an eye when the taxi had been sent flying, he had seen a motorcycle flash past.
There were a lot of people in America who liked to ride motorcycles.
But this was the first time in his life that he had seen a vintage Harley-Davidson motorcycle, which was covered in sparks and flames on both its front and rear wheels, going at more than 200 kilometers per hour.
As he chased after the line of fire that kept disappearing, Luke checked out the situation on the street.
The windows of the cars and buildings on the street had been shattered by the shockwave from the vintage Harley-Davidson motorcycle. After the line of fire disappeared on the ground, what was left was a trail of molten tire marks.
The cars on the side of the street were also charred. The street lamps and parking meters were bent and melted, and the trees were burning like torches.
'What the hell is that?' Luke murmured inwardly, but he was also glad that it was heading west, not in the same direction as Drax and the others.
He stepped on the accelerator and gave chase.
No matter how he looked at it, this level of destruction didn't look like something an ordinary extraordinary existence could do.
In that flash just now, he had seen the person on the vintage Harley-Davidson motorcycle smoke, as if they were also on fire.
But he didn't smell the scent of barbecue in the air.
But this wasn't some stuntman. Stuntmen wouldn't blow up everything along the way!
After following the line of fire for more than ten kilometers, Luke saw an old factory building.
The scorching smell of the vintage Harley-Davidson motorcycle had already entered it.
He found a quiet place to stop the motorcycle and put it back into his inventory. He took out two drones and looked at the surveillance data on his fake phone as he took out a new set of armor.
This wasn't the White Wolf Armor, but a prototype armor with a different idea.
It was still just a prototype. Like Selina's Beast armor, it only had the most basic protection and camouflage functions.
Unlike the White Wolf Armor, which was a white box, this new armor was divided into three parts: the head, the upper body, and the lower body.
Luke first stepped into the grooves on the flat box, then hung the upper body armor on his body with one hand and put on the open helmet with the other.
The flat box quickly popped out the folding armor from the calf up, and the upper body armor quickly opened from the shoulder blades.
Ten seconds later, the upper and lower battle armors joined together. The helmet armor also joined with the upper battle armor at the same time.
Luke stretched his hands and feet, but wasn't very satisfied.
However, this was only a trial product for future battle armors, so it was normal for them to be dissatisfied.
He sped up and jumped more than ten meters into the air, landing on the roof of the factory.
He He He, Luke, "Batman," and I, and., "A, I, I, I, I," I, and I, "I," I, I, I, I, I I, "
In layman's terms, the Batman armor was a knight armor for frontal combat, the New Dawn armor was an assassin armor, and the White Wolf armor was somewhere in between.
Thus, Luke didn't make a sound as he ran across the factory.
Very soon, he reached the center of the factory, which was a relatively empty maintenance workshop.
Frowning, he noticed a body lying at the entrance of the factory. It was blue and emitted a strong smell of sulfur.
The murderer of the bar massacre was here!
Luke perked up and looked at the two sides.
On one side were four weirdos of different appearances.
On the other side was the man on the Inferno Motorcycle, who he had followed.
But at that moment, the man was screaming loudly as gray smoke rose from his body. Flames rose from his face and hands, and his skin and muscles seemed to be melting in the flames.
Finally, with a roar, the man turned into a flaming … skull?
Although he was still wearing a black leather jacket and jeans, his head and exposed hands had turned into white bones, burning with raging red flames.
The flaming skull pointed at the four people. "Go to hell!"
One of the four people, a young man with grayish-blue skin, spread his hands. "It seems that we have nothing to talk about."
As soon as he said that, one of the weirdos next to him suddenly blurred and turned into a howling black smoke that swirled in the wind as it charged at the flaming skull.
Bang!
The gust of wind slammed heavily into the flaming skeleton's chest, sending it flying and hanging on the iron chain more than ten meters behind it.
Luke raised an eyebrow. This guy was very strange.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the weirdo had turned into a gust of wind; it was indeed like a small tornado.
Even though he was standing still, he was still a blurry image, and his body was indistinct.
After the flaming skull hung on the chain, its head drooped, and the flames on its body disappeared.
The grayish-blue young man smiled smugly. "It seems that you're not as strong as my father said. What Ghost Rider? They're all dogs! "
Luke didn't move.
He was now certain that the grayish-blue young man was the murderer of the bar massacre, or at least one of them.
He had also sensed the scents of the other three people in the bar, but he couldn't be sure that they had worked with the grayish-blue young man to cause the bar massacre.
Now that the four of them were standing together, even if they weren't accomplices, they were bad guys who had watched the young man massacre.
But the flaming skull had just flipped Luke's taxi upside down and caused serious damage in the city, and Luke didn't like it either.
Besides, the flaming skull didn't look like a lousy guy who could be easily dealt with.
Sure enough, as soon as the blue-skinned young man's voice fell, the skeleton hanging on the iron chain once again burst into flames. The drooping skull suddenly raised its head and tore off the iron chain around its neck. It then rushed towards the group of four with large strides.
The weirdo who could turn into the wind attacked again.
This time, the flaming skull was prepared. Although it trembled from the blow, it wasn't sent flying again.
On the quartet's side, someone climbed into a truck outside the warehouse and sped up after it started, directly crashing into the two people who were entangled.
Boom!
The truck collided with an abandoned truck, and the flaming skull was already caught between the two vehicles.
The wind monster, who was entangled with the flaming skull, crawled out from under the truck. His body, which was as illusory as the wind, wasn't afraid of this kind of collision.
The driver's door of the truck opened, and a skinny, bald, middle-aged man got out. He tilted his head and looked at the front of the truck before he curled his lip and said disdainfully, "He's not that strong."
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