It took the driver a while to recover. Looking at the money, he mumbled, “What a nice guy.”
He had only driven a short distance, and the fare was only thirty dollars.
Not only had Luke saved him, he had also paid the fare. He was absolutely a good guy.
Good guy Luke, on the other hand, was in a dark area with no one around. He took out a Triumph motorbike from his inventory and put on his helmet before he quickly circled around to the road where the strange incident had taken place.
In the distance, he could see a line of fire on the road that headed west.
He decisively sped up and gave chase.
In the split second when the cab was sent flying, he had seen a motorcycle flash past.
There were many people in America who liked to ride motorcycles.
But this was the first time in his life that he had seen a burning vintage Harley-Davidson motorbike with fiery wheels, which had been speeding at over 200 kilometers per hour.
Chasing that disappearing line of fire, Luke sized up the situation along the street in passing.
The glass windows of various cars and buildings on the street had been shattered by the blast from the vintage Harley-Davidson motorcycle. After the line of fire on the ground disappeared, a tire trail was left behind by the high temperature.
The cars on the street also showed signs of being burnt. The street lamps and parking meters had bent from the heat, and the trees burned like huge torches.
What the hell is that? Luke mumbled inwardly. However, he was glad that it was heading west and away from the northwest.
He floored the motorcycle and gave chase.
This level of destructive power didn’t seem like something an ordinary supernatural being could do.
In that fleeting glimpse just now, he had seen the person on the vintage Harley-Davidson motorcycle smoking, as if they were on fire.
But he hadn’t smelled any burning flesh.
But this wasn’t some sort of stuntman; a stuntman wouldn’t fry everything along the way!
After chasing the line of fire for over ten kilometers, Luke saw an old factory.
The smell of the vintage Harley-Davidson motorcycle had already entered the place.
He stopped his motorcycle in a quiet corner 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.
It wasn’t the White Wolf Armor, but a different kind of trial armor.
It was just a prototype. Like Selina’s Beast armor, it only had basic defense and camouflage functions.
Unlike the White Wolf Armor, which was one white box, the new armor was divided into three parts: the head, and the upper and lower halves of the body.
Luke stepped into the recess of what looked like a flat box and put on the unfolded armor on his upper body with one hand and his helmet with the other.
The folded armor quickly popped out of the flat box and went up his calves, while the upper half of the armor quickly opened up from his shoulder blades.
Ten seconds later, the upper and lower parts of the armor connected, and the helmet also connected to the upper part.
Luke moved his limbs, but wasn’t very satisfied.
However, this was only a prototype for subsequent battle armor; it was normal for him to be dissatisfied.
He sped up and nimbly jumped ten meters up to the roof of the factory.
The armor was significantly lighter. It was less for defense and more for agility and stealth.
In layman’s terms, the Batman armor was a knight’s armor for direct combat, the new armor was for assassins, and the White Wolf Armor was between the two.
Thus, as Luke ran lightly over the rooftops, he barely made a sound.
He soon arrived at the center of the factory area, where there was a relatively empty maintenance workshop.
Frowning, he noticed that there was a body lying at the entrance of the factory. It was blue all over and smelled strongly of sulfur.
The culprit of the bar massacre was here!
Luke perked up and looked at the two parties at the scene.
On one side were four strange-looking people.
On the other side was the person on the fiery motorcycle whom Luke had followed here.
But the man was screaming in pain at that moment as gray smoke rose from his body. Flames sprung up from his face and hands, and his skin and muscles seemed to be melting in the fire.
In the end, with a roar, the man turned into a… flaming skeleton?
Although he was still wearing a black leather jacket and jeans, his head and his exposed hands were now white bone that burned with red flames.
The flaming skeleton pointed at the four people. “Go to hell!”
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 whistling black smoke which whirled and charged at the flaming skeleton.
Bang!
This wind crashed heavily into the chest of the flaming skeleton, sending it flying before it got tangled up in hanging iron chains more than ten meters away.
Luke raised an eyebrow. This guy was very strange.
To say that he had turned into wind wasn’t a metaphor; he indeed did turn into something like a mini tornado.
Even when he was just standing, his figure was hazy and indistinct.
The head of the flaming skeleton drooped as it hung from the chains, and the flames on its body disappeared.
The grayish-blue young man smiled smugly. “It seems that you’re not as good as my father said you are. What Ghost Rider – it’s all dog sh*t!”
Luke didn’t move.
He was certain that the young man with grayish-blue skin was the murderer from the bar, or at least one of them.
He had detected the scents of three other people in the bar, but hadn’t been sure if they were in cahoots with the grayish-blue young man.
Now that the four of them were standing together, even if they weren’t accomplices, they were still b*stards who had watched the young man slaughter the victims.
But the flaming skeleton had flipped Luke’s cab upside-down earlier, and had caused severe city damage, which Luke didn’t like as well.
In any case, that flaming skeleton didn’t seem like a weakling who could be easily dealt with.
Sure enough, as soon as the blue-skinned young man said that, the skeleton hanging from the chains burst into flames again. It suddenly raised its head, tore off the chain that was around its neck, and charged at the group of four.
The freak who could turn into wind attacked again.
This time, the flaming skeleton was prepared. Although it shook at being hit, it wasn’t sent flying again.
On the side of the four-man team, someone climbed into a large truck outside the warehouse. After the truck started up, it suddenly sped up and slammed into the two entangled men.
Boom!
The large truck crashed into an abandoned truck, pinning the flaming skeleton between them.
The wind monster that had been entangled with the flaming skeleton crawled out from under the truck. With his incorporeal body, he was unafraid of the collision.
The door on the driver’s side opened, and a thin, bald middle-aged man got out of the truck. 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.”