The driver took a while to recover. He looked at the bills and murmured, "What a good man."
He only drove a short distance and the fare was thirty dollars at most.
Luke not only saved him, but also gave him extra money for the fare. He is definitely a good man.
The good man Luke had already gone to a dark and deserted place. He took out a Triumph motorcycle from the storage space, put on a helmet, and quickly drove back to the road where the abnormality had just occurred.
On the distant street, a line of fire could be seen extending to the west.
He accelerated decisively and caught up with him.
In the flash of lightning when the taxi took off just now, he saw a motorcycle flash by.
There are many people in the United States who like to ride motorcycles, so it's nothing surprising.
But it was the first time in his life that he had seen a retro Harley motorcycle with sparks and explosions all the way, with flames coming out of the front and rear wheels, and reaching a speed of over 200 kilometers per hour.
Following the fire line that was extending all the way but constantly disappearing, Luke took a look at the situation on the street.
The glass of various cars and street buildings were shattered by the shock wave of the retro Harley motorcycle just now. After the fire line on the ground disappeared, a wheel mark melted by the high temperature was left.
The cars on the street also had signs of being burned, the lamp posts and parking meters were melted and bent, and the trees were burning like huge torches.
What the hell is that? Luke wondered in his heart, but he was also glad that it was heading due west, not the same direction as Drex and the others' northwest.
He stepped on the accelerator and chased madly.
With this kind of destructive power, it doesn't seem like something that an ordinary supernatural being can do.
In the fleeting moment just now, he saw the person on the retro Harley motorcycle was covered in smoke and seemed to be on fire.
But he didn't smell the aroma of barbecue in the air.
But this is not a stuntman, and stuntmen don’t blow up everything along the way!
After following the line of fire for more than ten kilometers out of the city, Luke saw an old factory building.
The hot breath of vintage Harleys has found its way into it.
He found a secluded place to park the car, put the motorcycle back into the storage space, took out two drones and launched them into the air. While looking at the monitoring data on the counterfeit mobile phone, he took out a new set of armor.
This is not the White Wolf Armor, but a prototype armor with a different concept.
It is still just a prototype, and like Selina's Best Armor, it only has the most basic protection and camouflage functions.
Unlike the White Wolf Armor which is a white box, this new armor is divided into three parts: head, upper body, and lower body.
Luke first stepped into the foot grooves that looked like a flat box, hung the unfolded upper body armor on his body with one hand, and put on the open helmet armor with the other hand.
The flat box quickly popped out the folding armor, which started from the calf and went all the way up, and the upper body armor quickly opened downwards from the shoulder blades.
Ten seconds later, the upper and lower armors were connected, and the head armor also completed the connection with the upper armor at the same time.
Luke stretched his arms and legs, not feeling particularly satisfied.
But this is just a prototype for technical reserve for subsequent armor, so it is normal to be dissatisfied.
He accelerated his steps and jumped more than ten meters lightly onto the roof of the factory building.
The weight of this piece of armor has been greatly reduced, its protection has been slightly reduced, its flexibility has been greatly enhanced, and its movements have become more concealed.
In layman's terms, Batman's armor belongs to the knight armor for frontal combat, the new armor belongs to the assassin-type armor, and the White Wolf armor is in between the two.
Therefore, when Luke ran lightly on the factory building, he made almost no sound.
Soon, he arrived at the center of the factory, where there was a relatively empty maintenance workshop below.
With a frown on his face, he had discovered a body lying at the gate of the factory. The body was blue and emitting a strong smell of sulfur.
The murderer of the bar massacre is here!
Luke perked up and looked at the two parties standing in the field.
On one side are four strange figures with different appearances.
The other party was the man he was following, riding a fiery motorcycle.
But at this moment, this person was screaming loudly, with bursts of gray smoke coming out of his body, and flames rising from his face and hands. 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 raised his hand and pointed at the four people opposite him: "Go to hell!"
Among the four people opposite, a young man with gray-blue skin spread his hands and said, "It seems that we have nothing to talk about."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange man beside him suddenly blurred and turned into a ball of whistling black smoke, spinning and flying in a violent wind, rushing towards the flaming skull.
Bang!
The gust of wind hit the Flame Skeleton hard in the chest, knocking him back and hanging on an iron chain more than ten meters behind him.
Luke raised his eyebrows: This guy is very weird.
To say that this strange man turned into a ball of gust of wind is not an exact description. He really looked like a small tornado.
Even though he was standing still, his image was still a little blurry and his body was barely visible.
After the flaming skeleton was knocked onto the chain and hung there, its head drooped and the flames on its body disappeared.
The gray-blue-skinned young man laughed triumphantly: "It seems that you are not as powerful as my father said. Ghost Rider, it's all shit!"
Luke didn't move.
Although he has now confirmed that the gray-blue-skinned young man among the four people must be the murderer of the bar massacre, or at least one of them.
In the bar, he also detected the scent of three other people, but he couldn't be sure that these three people were the ones who had committed the bar massacre together with the gray-blue-skinned young man.
Now the four of them are standing together. Even if they are not accomplices, they are bad guys who watched the young people commit massacre.
But that flaming skeleton had just turned the taxi Luke was riding in upside down and caused serious damage in the city, so Luke didn't like him either.
Besides, the Fire Skeleton doesn't seem like a crappy thing that can be easily dealt with.
Sure enough, as soon as the blue-skinned young man finished speaking, the skeleton hanging on the chain burst into flames again. The drooping skull head suddenly raised up, pulled off the chain from its neck, and strode towards the group of four.
The strange man who can transform into wind attacks again.
This time the Fire Skeleton was prepared, and although it was shaking all over, it was not knocked away by the blow again.
On the side of the four-man group, one of them climbed onto a large truck outside the warehouse, started it and suddenly accelerated, directly crashing into the two people who were entangled with each other.
boom!
The truck collided with an abandoned truck, and the Flame Skeleton was trapped between the two vehicles.
The wind monster that was entangled with the fire skeleton crawled out from under the truck. His body, as ethereal as the wind, was not afraid of such a collision.
When the driver's door of the truck opened, a thin, bald, middle-aged man got out. He tilted his head to look at the front of the truck and said with disdain, "He's not that strong."