The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 220 The Motorcycle Rided by Ghost Rider

After he paid 200 million, there were still people raising the price.

In the end, the motorcycle was photographed by the man who shook M.

... The price of 350 million and [-].

"I have to say, this price is too exaggerated." He Nan and Shirley complained: "The thief is terrifying."

"I think the most terrifying thing is that buyer." Shirley said helplessly: "The luck is too bad...every gang he joined has been suppressed to death, right? Could it be that he has the physique to attract punishers?"

"Uh... Maybe he is an insider? On the surface, he is a member of the gang, but he is actually Frank's insider." He Nan analyzed a wave in a scientific direction: "This can explain why Frank attacked his gang, this bastard every time It's all right. It's not that he can't kill him every time like a bone spur, but that he doesn't want to kill him at all."

"Hmm, it makes sense." Shirley snorted, "Maybe what you said is the truth. Didn't Ava Club also have an insider? But... it might have been arranged by the Moonlight Knight."

Soon, the next auction item was brought up again.

The host even introduced that this is the finale commodity of this auction.

That is - the motorcycle that Ghost Rider has ridden!

As soon as this remark came out, the audience below started screaming like crazy.

Some people even kicked the person in front of them to the ground excitedly, and then stomped it several times.

I don't know if I died or not.

He Nan thinks there should be none.

"Hey, why is it a motorcycle again?" He Nan turned his head and complained to Xue Li in a low voice.

"Because this store sells motorcycles." Shirley chuckled, "Then auction off the motorcycles ridden by various celebrities...I suspect it mainly refers to superheroes and supervillains."

This time, the host played a video for everyone.

In the video, Ghost Rider gallops down the street on a flaming motorcycle and even climbs up tall buildings.

There was another bout of boiling underneath.

It seems that many people are fans of this strong and violent superhero.

...whether or not these fans are a scourge that must be cleared in the eyes of their favorite heroes.

The host said that ghost riders are rarely seen in New York these days.

The motorcycles he has ridden are even more difficult to collect.

But they still worked so hard to get it, and the evidence is the image on the screen today!
"Wow, this is nothing but proof." He Nan complained to Shirley disdainfully: "Are you talking nonsense... If you have a motorcycle with the same model, it is called a real thing? Anyway, we have to record how they got from the evil spirits." The bike that the rider stole."

"That's right...it's okay to film the ghost riders picking up motorcycles after they left." Shirley shook her head: "Why would someone fall for this kind of trick."

As soon as the words fell, a new image came out.

On the screen, Ghost Rider rides his motorcycle into an abandoned warehouse.Not long after, two masked people ran into the warehouse and pushed out the motorcycle, which was no longer surrounded by flames.

As for the Ghost Rider, of course he has already left.

The Ghost Rider of this world has yet to reveal his identity.

"...Ah? No way." He Nan was stunned for a moment: "The real thing?"

"...It seems to be the real thing." Shirley frowned: "That's a bit powerful... To get it, the level is high enough. Maybe they are the ones who lured the Ghost Rider out to fight. Maybe even sacrificed A lot of people."

"The result is just to grab someone's motorcycle?" He Nan felt unreasonable: "The motorcycle is exactly the same as the ordinary one after the transformation is cancelled? Don't care if it was ridden by a ghost rider... Frank has ridden it anyway. There are bullet marks or something!"

"Hmm." Shirley snorted: "Don't try to understand the behavior of fanatical fans, you understand. They are not normal people."

"Hey..." He Nan sighed, "... there are indeed many incomprehensible things in the gas lamp market."

Thinking of this, He Nan suddenly wondered if Frank's motorcycle just now was genuine.

Because it didn't release any footage of Frank riding it in Mexico fighting gangs.

So it is possible that only Ghost Rider's motorcycle in the entire auction is genuine.

Everything else is mixed with water.

Regardless, the audience below was scrambling to bid.

In the end, the motorcycle was sold for 700 million.

There were sighs and irritated complaints from those not caught.

Maybe the person who photographed it will be in personal danger later.

"...Ah, these people are so rich." He Nan let out a poor sigh.

"Of course." Shirley gently leaned her body towards He Nan, and said with a light smile, "The most profitable methods are written in the criminal clauses of the law, aren't they? You rely on legitimate business, and there is no such thing as black production." .”

"...Unless it's Stark and the Wayne Group."

"Hey...those are the oligarchs among the oligarchs, the ones a little higher than the top of the pyramid." When Shirley said this, she stared at the Harley motorcycle for a while, then turned her head and shook her head: "Let's go Bar."

As He Nan walked, he turned his head and looked at the place Xue Li had just stared at.

Then, I secretly made up my mind that I must buy one for her in the future.

As long as we become famous, we will naturally have a steady stream of income in the future... and we can also meet some extravagant goals.

Thinking of this, He Nan felt full of confidence.

He couldn't imagine how he could be as rich as Stark.

...But it is still possible to imagine that the economy will be more comfortable and a big house will be built someday.

People without money can easily fall into the trap of "the emperor's golden hoe" for the life of the rich.

So He Nan didn't think about it too much, because the more he thought about it, the more he felt how he was so poor, and he even imagined some extravagant upper-class behaviors in a particularly clumsy way, even to the point where he thought it was funny when he recalled it afterwards.

"Xue Li, look." He Nan pointed to a nearby booth and reminded Xue Li: "There are all kinds of portable shields here."

"Well, I see." Shirley nodded: "But as you said, none of them fully meet our needs."

"Ah... indeed." He Nan frowned: "So superheroes are poor and can only rely on mutations... Few people know magic, and technology is too expensive. Even Hawkeye needs a good bow And high-tech arrows can give full play to combat effectiveness."

"...Suddenly I remembered the [-]-dollar crossbow of Bone Spur." Shirley burst out laughing, and stopped in front of a booth selling bows and crossbows, looking at their prices: "There is no crossbow here that is less than A thousand dollars..."

"Hmm. It seems that there are no cheap things in this black market... It's normal. If you take risks to operate, of course you will make a lot of money." He Nan looked at a steampunk-style compound bow, feeling itchy in his heart, thinking it was so cool. I really want the weapon: alas, it costs forty-eight thousand dollars.

(End of this chapter)