Meiman: Get a Ghost Rider at the beginning

Bah!

After the bullet blew open Roger's head, there was a slight gunshot in the distance.

"It's done, you can go get the money." On a small building more than 600 meters away from Roger, a sloppy, homeless-looking man smiled with satisfaction.

He quickly packed up the sniper rifle, put it in the box and quickly left the scene. Hiding in the crowd, someone had already recorded the scene from beginning to end.

The person who recorded the video was obviously with the killer, and he quickly evacuated the scene.

Soon, sirens sounded, and within a short while, police and ambulances arrived, and banners were pulled up at the scene.

After taking photos and collecting evidence, Roger's body was carried into the car and sent to the morgue of the police station for further investigation or autopsy.

After collecting the evidence, the police also began to go back to investigate Roger's connections and found that he was an orphan, usually living alone, but he had some connections with the police station in Queens.

So he called over there to inquire, and George, who had recovered from his injuries, rushed over to see the situation.

"Oh, you said that Roger who was just delivered today is inside, cabinet No. 14. Go in and take a look."

Because he was a colleague, and the person who died was not a rich man or a military figure, the security guard guarding the morgue didn't care and waved his hand and passed.

After George came in, he pulled out the refrigerator and saw Roger's body lying there quietly with a big hole in his head.

The facial features in the front were all blurred, and the flesh and blood were all blurred. The bullet hit from the back and came out from the front. When it came out from the front, half of the head was blown into pieces. This is the power of the sniper rifle.

"Oh, Luo, you can go to heaven with peace of mind. I will help you find the murderer." George sighed and planned to push the cabinet back.

And just when he was halfway pushing the cabinet back, a cold hand suddenly held his hand directly.

"It's a deal, but I think I can still save it a little bit~"

⊙▽⊙.....

George was immediately frightened by the horrifying scene in front of him. A man with only half a head slowly sat up, turned to look at him, and smiled with only one chin and no upper jaw.

"Ah ah ah -" George, who was extremely horrified, screamed like a girl, then broke away from the opponent's hand and jumped back like a cat. He took out his gun and aimed at the sitting body. Just about to open fire.

"Stop screaming, it's me -" The corpse with half the head suddenly burst into flames. The minced meat was quickly turned into flames, and the broken head continued to grow new bones. In an instant, a skull appeared. The reorganization is complete.

"Are you - Luo?" George, whose heart suddenly surged to [-], covered his chest with a pale face and asked doubtfully.

"Nonsense, haven't you seen what I look like after I transform? Who else is there besides me?"

Roger rolled his eyes, which looked even more terrifying in the skull form. Hearing the familiar voice, George slowly lowered his heart rate.

"I said before that sooner or later I'll get a heart attack from you when I'm with you, and I'm right." George said angrily.

"You're not dead, so why were you sent to the morgue of the police station?"

"You think I think so?" Roger said angrily, "I don't know which grandson would hit me with a sniper rifle in broad daylight. It's just a matter of hitting me, but the bullet can still turn."

"In broad daylight, a man with a crushed head suddenly got up. With so many people watching on the street, it would have become a headline, so I could only pretend to be dead and wait until no one was around to find a way to sneak out, otherwise - "

Boom!There was a heavy sound of falling to the ground, and George looked back. It turned out that the security guard who heard the scream came in to check the situation, but was frightened by Roger who came back from the dead. His eyes turned white and he fainted.

"Look, another one was scared to death..."

George quickly went over to check and found that the security guard had just fainted from fright, so he felt relieved.

"Then what are you going to do now-"

"Me?" Roger cursed angrily, "Of course I will find the grandson who killed me and beat him back. I will give him back whatever he gives me."

George thought for a moment, then nodded, "I will also use my connections with the police to help you find out if you have offended anyone. You'd better not show up again these days."

"It's a trivial matter." Roger waved his hand, and the Ghost Rider state exited, and a complete human head returned to its original state, still as handsome as before.

Then open the system a little bit, the character skin, and the black charcoal head will appear.

The black charcoal head, which was so dark that his facial features could not be seen, opened a row of white teeth and smiled.

"How about it? My vest is pretty good, isn't it?"

"Yes, at least hiding yourself is no longer a problem, but-" George suddenly thought of a question.

"You have been shot in front of everyone, and your identity will definitely be marked as dead later. This is a bit troublesome."

This........

This is really a headache. Going to the Exorcist bar is okay, but going to Chinatown to eat at the boss's place will scare people to death.

"Forget it, just take it one step at a time. At worst, I'll spend some money on the black market to get an identity." Roger said, covering his head.

Every year, there are many missing cases. In these cases, where the person is still alive and the body is not found, there is room for manipulation. If the missing person has no family members, then the person's identity can be used.

It is sold internally by the FBI and is guaranteed to have no flaws. Of course, the price is very high. It is much easier to find a mixed-race yellow face like Roger than a white one.

Of course, after selling, it does not mean that it is foolproof. If someone really tracks it down and goes to the place where the person was born and asks his acquaintances with photos, the secret will be exposed immediately.

But there is no problem in normal use. At least it is relatively easy to use for passports, buying tickets, and other aspects of daily life.

"Is it really okay for you to say this in front of me, a policeman..." George said quietly.

"Hahahaha... That's it. I'm leaving first. As for how this guy will talk about what he saw after he wakes up, I'll leave it to you."

Roger turned over and jumped off the refrigerator, straightened his clothes and left.

Before George had time to think of a reason, he couldn't see the other party.

After leaving the door, Roger used some black magic to successfully climb over the wall and get out of the police station. After he came out, he realized that it was really inconvenient to have no transportation.

"Looks like I have to look for a new Wraith motorcycle."

Reluctantly, he hailed a taxi from the side of the road, "Brother, go to Brooklyn, 44th Street, Dad's Bar—"

"Okay, let's go now." The driver said happily.

"Sir, your voice sounds so familiar to me. Have we met somewhere?"

"Huh?" Having said that, Roger took a look and found that the other person looked familiar indeed. By coincidence, wasn't this the Indian guy who was cuckolded, Jeremy?