Luke was stunned for a moment, but he didn't stop as he continued running.
In any case, he knew Johnny's identity, and the guy had openly escaped from the Dallas Police Department.
If he really wanted to get close to this new Ghost Rider, he would have to wait until he dealt with the various secret agencies.
Help him? Sorry, they weren't that close, and Ghost Rider didn't have anything worth helping him out with.
There was no need for him to be so kind-hearted as to get involved in such huge trouble, so he slipped away.
After running for some distance, he took out a small plane and took off for Dallas.
Only then did he ponder the system notification.
After a brief moment of thought, he decided to choose "upgrade his inventory."
Credit points were precious, but they were earned to be spent.
As long as he could save his life and increase his strength, it was the right choice to use them to fight top bosses, buy abilities, or strengthen his inventory.
It was just like how ordinary people earned money. As long as they weren't spent on bad habits, there was no difference in spending on food, clothing, housing, and transportation.
Keep Blackheart's body as a trophy? Sorry, but there was no need to keep spoils of war that could be exchanged for great benefits.
Besides, apart from spending credit points to expand his inventory, there had been no other notifications.
The option to "upgrade his inventory" might be far more precious than 20,000 credit points.
What was 20,000 credit points? Hadn't Old Mo just "sponsored" him 20,000?
With a thought, Luke clicked on the "modification" option.
In his mental perception, Blackheart's body instantly disappeared from his inventory.
System: Evil thoughts collection has been retrieved. The inventory module is being modified.
Then, his mental strength was kicked out, and he could no longer sense what was happening in his inventory.
Luke was helpless. It was just a modification. Was there a need to be so mysterious? … Wait! Mental strength couldn't enter?
He came back to his senses and realized a small problem.
He had to use his mental strength to guide the storage of objects in his inventory, but he didn't know exactly how it worked.
But now that his mental strength couldn't enter his inventory, did that mean he couldn't put things in?
With this dilemma in mind, the plane landed on a remote wasteland on the outskirts of Dallas twenty minutes later.
Throwing the Big Dipper Armor into the plane, Luke could only eat a lollipop in the wasteland and wait for his inventory to recover.
This small plane had a lot of equipment that could not see the light of day. Some of the raw materials for the parts were illegal goods, and the technical level was far beyond that of an ordinary small plane.
He didn't want this thing to fall into the hands of the relevant departments and discover the abnormality in it.
Luke reflected on his own impatience.
No matter what, he should've waited until he returned to Los Angeles to do this. It wasn't good to be too impatient.
Since he couldn't use the storage dimension, he couldn't even make a pot of coffee and doughnuts to kill time. The only two chocolate lollipops he had were the ones he kept in his coat pocket.
Now that things had come to this, he was no longer anxious.
There were many people in the United States who played small planes, and this was the sparsely populated outskirts of Texas.
If the modification of the storage space took too long, he would temporarily hide the small plane before dawn and find a place to wait in the city.
He did not waste any time and decisively started researching the team module that he could not open.
He had only briefly glanced at it before, and the situation on it was a little heart-wrenching. He hadn't finished farming Blackheart's group yet, so he let it go for now.
Now that the dust had settled, there was plenty of time, and it just so happened that he had something to do.
Under his constant harassment, the system was finally no longer as lazy as before. This time, the team module appeared directly in the form of a panel.
At the top of the three panels were Teammates, Neutral, and Hostile. There was also a specific list of names.
There were relatively few names on the Teammates panel, while there were a lot of Neutral names. As for Hostile … there were slightly more than Teammates.
Luke smiled dryly and moved the lollipop in his mouth to the other side. "It's fine, it's fine. Who doesn't have a few enemies these days?"
He didn't need to look at the panels one by one. The list was just something the system had made based on his habits.
With a thought, the target's location would be displayed.
Luke chose to look at his teammates first. This was probably the most important panel.
At the same time, it was also the simplest and most straightforward panel.
Robert's name appeared.
Selina's name also appeared without a doubt.
Then … that was it.
However, Luke was already used to the system's laziness, and immediately started to harass it.
There were many things that the system wouldn't show unless he asked for them.
The system's principle had always been: Save as much trouble as possible, and don't do anything unless absolutely necessary.
For example, the system had simply named the first three attributes Strength, Dexterity, and Mental Strength. In fact, they could have been named Sturdiness, Dexterity, and Mental Strength.
But Luke had long since solved this problem by pondering the system's logic.
That was because in his previous life, he had been playing a third-rate online game where the characters had these three attributes. Even the experience and credit points system were similar.
The system was definitely trying to save trouble by using the rules of that game.
Luke reckoned that if he subconsciously felt that two attributes were enough, the system would very likely use the dichotomy of Constitution and Mental Strength to dismiss him.
Sure enough, under his relentless efforts, the Team Module began to change.
The Teammates and Hostile panels were now divided into three more detailed panels.
Luke only needed a few glances to know what the new panels were.
Green and red circles appeared on the Teammates (Hostile) panel. They were respectively:
One circle — Light Green (Red).
Two circles — Normal Green (Red).
Three circles — Dark Green (Red).
From left to right, the panels were: Teammates — 3 Dark Green, 2 Green, 1 Light Green.
Neutral — Yellow.
Hostile — 1 Light Red, 2 Red, 3 Dark Red.
Looking at the row of red, green, and yellow circles, Luke said helplessly, "System, can you change the symbols to five-pointed stars?"
The system didn't dawdle this time, and immediately changed the symbols to five-pointed stars.
Only then was Luke relieved.
The three circles lined up in a row looked like traffic lights. A five-pointed star was still better.
That was the extent of the system's consideration.
The Teammates and Hostile panels could no longer be divided into five-star categories, and the Neutral panel was still the same.
In its usual aloof manner, the system said, "That's enough. It's useless no matter how much you blabber."
Luke didn't continue harassing the system.
This division was enough for him to figure out a lot of things.
Looking at these panels from left to right, those people's closeness to him happened to be distributed in descending order.
Selina was the only one in the three-star team panel.
There was no one in the two-star team.
Robert was the only one in the one-star team.
There were too many neutral people, including most of the people Luke had met in his life.
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