Meiman: Get a Ghost Rider at the beginning

"Don't be in a daze, shoot quickly -" Roger shouted quickly. To put it bluntly, his own shooting skills were just average.

It's not a sharpshooter, but it's not bad either. It's a bit difficult to hit helicopters that are constantly flying at high altitudes.

"It's hard to aim. The speed of the motorcycle is too fast. I can't aim at all." George replied.

"The dung fruit you ate should have its own aiming ability. Try it with concentration. It will definitely work."

"Then let me try."

George endured the staggering posture, and regardless of whether he aimed or not, he concentrated and fired.

After the shotgun fired, a huge lead ball appeared in mid-air, but the speed was still not slow. This time the helicopter was luckier. It was hit in half and fell apart instead of turning into ash.

"Yes - I hit it." George excitedly raised his fist to the sky.

Next, he imitated what he had just done and concentrated on aiming at the remaining two helicopters, shooting one at a time. Suddenly two fireballs appeared in the sky, and all the aerial pursuers were killed.

Roger's skull looked back at George and said expressionlessly, "I think you are happy too early. The villain BOOS often appears last..."

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"Trash, a bunch of trash-" Camato shouted angrily.

At the same time, I thought about my days as a police officer. If the police in New York were so useless, this international city would have been reduced to ruins long ago.

Is it really that my fellow henanigans are too incompetent?

Camato helplessly covered his face. With his fellow villagers serving as the elites of the upper class, is the utopian country in his imagination so unbearable?

Do you want two people to run out of their territory like this?of course not.

Camato made an exception and was going to use his authority.

"Luo, do you think he might be more ruthless?"

"There is no doubt that Sally can make Godzilla and Superman. Camato has seen some movies, so it's normal for a few people to block us."

Just as Roger finished speaking, there was a roar in the sky and several fighter jets flew in from a distance.

George:. . . . . .

Roger:. . . . . .

He was really a crow's mouth, whatever he said, Roger wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

He'd rather have a Barry Flash than face a bunch of fighter jets.

After all, superheroes are in close combat, and their evil spirit fire is still the nemesis of their souls. This plane is in trouble. It was blown up by a missile, and all of its bones were left behind.

Immediately, Roger decided to go to land instead of taking the water route.

The Evil Spirit motorcycle immediately understood what its owner meant, turned around and drove towards the land, rushing directly into the modern buildings on the shore.

When they were about to land, the first missile from the fighter jet came, and two fire-breathing missiles came directly towards Roger.

Roger turned a corner and dodged one shot, but the missile was too fast, and the other one exploded directly in the sea not far from him, causing a huge wave.

The Evil Spirit motorcycle flew directly into the sky with the waves, and after drawing a flaming rainbow in the sky, it landed steadily on the land.

"Luo, we have to avoid the sight of the fighter jets and use the surrounding buildings as cover." George shouted.

"I know. When I find a good place, you can aim to shoot down these planes."

Roger swerved into the high-rise buildings and staged a show of speed and passion.

Several more missiles followed immediately, blowing up a building in an instant.

The roaring collapse of the building, coupled with the crowd's cries for help as they fled, made George feel guilty.

Although they know that these are all false, in their cognitive world, maybe this is true?

"Luo, find a place to park quickly. I want to deal with these bastards who kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Looking at George's dilated eyes, it seemed as if he was about to burst out with anger.

"Okay, guest, hurry up. The Evil Spirit Motorcycle will take you to the skyscraper to beat Feiji." Roger looked around.

After twisting the accelerator, the motorcycle roared and started to drive towards a building.

"Hey, hey, Luo, what are you going to do? That's the wall."

"Hold on tight, we're going to climb the stairs -"

boom!After a loud noise, the back of the Evil Spirit motorcycle transformed directly, stretched out two exhaust pipes, and then sprayed out a long string of flames.

Roger drove the motorcycle directly from the ground to the building. When it hit the wall, he turned a corner and drove diagonally onto the building. Then he accelerated and shot straight into the sky.

"Ah ah ah -" George has never been so thrilling in his life, even riding a roller coaster and riding a motorcycle up a high building.

The building is perpendicular to the ground at 90 degrees. They are climbing the wall now. What is outrageous is that the tires of the evil motorcycle are firmly grasping the wall of the building. Newton saw that the coffin board might not be able to hold it down...

The world of magic is so unreasonable that science cannot suppress it.

George's hands had no place to grab, so he could only hold Roger's waist tightly, clamping his feet tightly on the motorcycle, and did not dare to let go for a moment, for fear that he would accidentally fall off the building and die.

The Evil Spirit motorcycle was very fast, reaching a speed of at least [-] or more per hour, surpassing even the most Ferrari sports cars. Within a few dozen seconds, it carried Roger and George to the top of the building.

"Huh...huh..." George, who was frightened by the roller coaster and turned pale, staggered and fell off the motorcycle.

The feeling of being down to earth finally made him feel like he was back in the world.

"Hey, man, you look like a soft-footed shrimp who fought with ten women for a day and a night." Roger teased.

"When you get out, I won't ride on your motorcycle even if you kill me."

"Okay, those fighter jets are still looking for us, so let's get down to business quickly."

Taking out the shotgun, George asked curiously, "Luo, don't you have any other weapons? I think you can hide a lot of things on your body."

A motorcycle, a shotgun, a pistol, and luggage, as if Roger could hold many things in his pocket, he couldn't help but be curious.

"Sorry, I didn't prepare so many weapons. The tasks I take on daily are not about killing people or fighting fighter jets, they are all about exorcism." Roger said embarrassedly.

"So I didn't prepare so many kinds of weapons."

Okay, anyway, shotguns can also fight fighter jets...

Roger took out another kind of bullet, the kind with small steel balls.

Then the two began to cooperate again, one enchanting, the other aiming, and waited for the fighter jet to fly over again.

Finally, several fighter jets passed by the building where they were while searching for Roger at low altitude.

"It's now--"

Bah bah bah bah!

George fired several shots unceremoniously. Under Roger's amplification, the bullets became extremely huge halfway, but they flew away without slowing down at all.

The sky was suddenly filled with small steel balls the size of basketballs, which even several fighter jets could not avoid.