Return after traveling through one hundred thousand copies

Chapter 86 Soul Lock Prison Knight

The Big Apple is the most populous city in America.

It stands in the northeast of the Atlantic coast of the United States, and the famous Statue of Liberty stands in the city.

As a native, albeit a New Yorker, a native of another world.Although there is no Hell's Kitchen here, he still knows exactly where to look for the smell of evil.

Compared with the flower growers on the other side of the Pacific Ocean across the sea, America's security is really incomparable.

A place with a lot of people is fine.When you are in a place with few people, no matter what you plan to do, if you have one or two people, it is not recommended to go to a remote alley.

Especially some black communities.It doesn't matter if you're white, Asian, or Latino, it's best not to enter if you have nothing to do.

And ghost riders like Jonathan, referred to as Johnny for short, like this kind of fishing law enforcement the most.

He rode his favorite silver-gray custom Harley motorcycle, and he went wherever it was in the middle of nowhere.

Sure enough, he soon ran into a crime in progress.

He is one of the parties.

Johnny drove his beloved motorcycle, chug chug, and galloped on the road.

He purposely opened the throttle wide.The sound of the roaring steel of the engine can be heard far away.

Boom!

Suddenly, there were several sounds from in front of him.

Several tires rolled off the side of the street, blocking his way.

There are no street lights around.When Johnny slowed down, several black buddies rushed over from the dark immediately.

"Wow! What a beautiful motorcycle!"

"Worth a lot of money?"

"He's a rich man!"

They held water pipes and daggers in their hands, and surrounded Johnny with extremely unfriendly smiles on their faces.

They even reached into Johnny's clothes and pants pockets too much, but nothing came out.

"empty?"

A black buddy gestured in front of Johnny with a dagger, and growled at him pretending to be fierce.

"White devil, where did you hide my money?"

"One, two, three, four, five."

Johnny pointed at the number of criminals and smiled happily.

"The Big Apple City is indeed my treasure land, and it will open as soon as I come!"

And looking at their familiar operation, this kind of roadblocking and robbery should not be the first time they have done it!

"It looks like you need us to give you some color!"

The black buddy holding the water pipe mercilessly swung his stick at Johnny's arm.

If this stick continues, at least it will be a fracture!

when!

But beyond their expectations.

After this blow, Johnny didn't howl like they imagined.

Instead, the black buddy who was swinging the club let out a scream of "Ah", feeling as if he was knocking on a solid iron pillar with all his strength, his hands were in pain, and even the tiger's mouth was torn!

"My hand, my hand!"

"You hid the steel pipe in your sleeve?"

Some black buddies immediately became vigilant and said angrily.

"Brothers, this is coming for us!"

"That's right, there is a prize!"

Johnny flashed a wicked smile.

next moment--

boom!

It was like a natural gas explosion.Flames soaring to the sky erupted from him!

The air is quickly ignited.The rampage of a large amount of heat has caused the heat flow to hedge, which is what people often call the flame shock wave!

Bang bang bang!

The black buddies surrounding Johnny seemed to be surrounded by a bomb, and their bodies were instantly blown away like rags.

They slammed into the wall next to them, and luckily their heads landed on the ground, killing them on the spot.

Those who are unlucky and can still open their eyes can only watch the skeleton man burning with blue soul flames all over his body, approaching him step by step.

Dang, Dang.

Dang, Dang.

The skeleton man stretched out his hand, with a long chain wrapped around his arm.

One end of the chain is connected to a blue sickle, and the other end is a historical lantern.

A lantern that burns with the soul as the flame.

For those who hadn't died, Johnny swung his arm, and the sickle with the chain connected to the handle flew out with a whistling sound.

"what!!"

With a scream, the sickle returned with blood.

"What a pleasing sound!"

This skeleton, which is a mixture of the soul lock warden and the ghost knight, showed a strange smile that could scare both adults and children to stop crying, lifted the blue soul lamp, and put it in front of his eyes.

In the soul lamp, the souls of the five black buddies were howling majestically.

"Well, it sounds so good!"

Johnny shook his head as if enjoying a symphony, and at the same time shook the soul lamp in his hand.

As a result, the howling inside became more energetic.

"I have you all."

He hung the soul lamp and sickle on his left and right waists, and wrapped the long chains around his body.

Afterwards, he stepped on his beloved small motorcycle and gently stroked the fuel tank with his fingers that had turned into bones.

boom!

Oil-green flames flowed out from his fingers, instantly corroding the motorcycle into an exaggerated and terrifying skeleton chariot form.

The miserable green flames reflected the surroundings, emitting a penetrating and strange light.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

Riding the skeleton chariot, Johnny laughed wildly and broke through the obstacles formed by the tires, leaving a series of green flame marks on the street.

……

Tonight's Big Apple City is just like Tokyo five days ago, the alarm calls were immediately rang.

As we all know, everything is free in America, the Great Lighthouse Country.

Therefore, there are always some free people who like to call the police.

For example, he felt his home was infiltrated by free vampires.

For example, he suspects a free werewolf has broken into his backyard.

For another example, the neighbor next door drinks freely, gets drunk freely, and then sings freely, which affects my free sleep.

Therefore, it is also possible for some boring people to call the police freely, saying that there is a free green skeleton riding a motorcycle freely outside.

"Sorry, today is not April Fool's Day."

After hanging up the free call, the operator rubbed his temples.

Recently, because of the big event in Tokyo, after the suspected alien invasion, many people really believe that the end of the world is coming.

With people's hearts fluttering, they received more and more calls to the police.

However, most people's calls to the police turned out to be trivial matters that were not worth calling the police at all.

Like today's phone call.Through the microphone, he could smell the smell of alcohol on the drunk man opposite, so he didn't bother to talk to him at all.

As an operator of the alarm call, there is basically no free time.

As soon as he hung up the phone, another call came in immediately.

"Hi, this is the 911 call center, please..."

After 1 minute, Mr. Operator hung up the phone.

"What's going on? Are these people taking drugs together?"

He shook his head and said to himself.

"A flaming skull on a motorcycle? It should be chemicals and lighting effects!"

"Flame Skull? You also received that alarm call?"

Beside Mr. Operator, a colleague asked.

In the end, it was fine if he didn't speak.

As soon as he spoke, other operators said that they had also received this kind of call.

The scene suddenly quieted down.

Several operators looked at me and I looked at you, and a thought arose in their hearts at the same time:

In this case, I'm afraid not to call the police!

They didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, they just thought that someone was engaging in performance art.

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Compared with the 911 call center, which is a bit slow to respond, the police on duty on the side of the road will find the free green Johnny faster.

Not because of his Hell Rider image, but because his motorcycle was driving too fast, over the speed limit.

"Attention all units, attention all units! Between Tume Avenue and Dalles Avenue, there is a modified motorcycle speeding situation! His speed has reached 120 miles! Hell, did he think this is a highway? Hurry up and stop this damn guy! I'm going to give him three times the ticket!"

Mai is a unit of mile. A speed of 120 mph is close to [-] kilometers per hour!

At [-] o'clock in the evening, people come and go, and it is the time of feasting and feasting in the urban area. Driving at this speed is completely courting death!

This damn guy can maintain this speed without hitting anyone, they policemen are not sure of this!

With the help of the camera on the traffic light, the New York police quickly set up a card to intercept.

but……

"Sir, you'd better come and see this!"

The policeman in charge of monitoring the video pointed at the screen in front of him with a trembling tone.

His boss and the surrounding policemen looked around, only to find that the performance artist, who was traveling at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour, was riding a motorcycle and charging straight towards the Empire State Building!

"Oh my God!"

"Damn it!"

There were angry exclamations from the police control center—it doesn't matter if you want to die, don't bring others with you!

Around the Empire State Building, there are a lot of people!

The lethality caused by this rushing in is no lower than that of a steamroller!

In two seconds, the area around the Empire State Building will become a meat grinder scene!