American Comics' Spear Bureau Special Service Team

Chu Ling looked at the skeleton torch in front of him and did not take action rashly. From the opponent's move that instantly killed the wind demon, he saw that the attack power of the Ghost Rider was actually very strong.

Although the chains wrapped around his body seemed ordinary, what was really powerful was the opponent's flames.

He didn't know very well what happened to the criminals in the police detention center, but the gangster who died in the hospital morgue made him suddenly understand that the real power of the other party was not the physical attack, but the surprising attribute attack.

He didn't know how hot the hellfire was. The whipping should be uncomfortable, but he still had to be on guard against other attacks.

The little gangster's body was completely unharmed, but his eyes did look as if they had been burned.

So when the other party looked over, Chu Ling immediately put his left hand under his eyes to be on guard. The flashlight did not shine on the other party, but stayed in front of its feet.

On the one hand, he wasn't sure if it would be useful. On the other hand, he wasn't sure if he wanted to take action. At least the other party was not from another group.

That's all. In other aspects, in his eyes, the Ghost Rider is not much different from the other group.

Whether it's the Ghost Rider or those demons, they already have a life case on their hands, and the harm is unclear. Although the evil spirit in front of them actually just killed a street gangster with many evil consequences, last night The damage caused to the entire street was very serious.

Others committed a massacre in a suburban bar.

Chu Ling didn't know how to break the current deadlock. He wanted to tell him to put down his weapons, raise his hands and not move, but he didn't have any weapons in his hands.

Johnny on the opposite side once again looked down at the faint purple light of the tactical flashlight on the ground, and then pointed the skull's head at Chu Ling, its empty eyes seeming to be staring at the dagger in his right hand.

Chu Ling licked his dry lips and prepared to negotiate, but before he could speak, the Ghost Rider on the other side suddenly pointed at him.

"You are innocent."

"Ha" Chu Ling was a little stunned. I'm not guilty. What the hell are you a policeman and I am a policeman? Well, everyone is not, but at least I am from the government department, okay?

After saying this, the skull in front of him turned around and stepped onto the equally burning locomotive.

"Johnny Brace"

The other party didn't respond at all to Chu Ling calling his name, and then the motorcycle suddenly started.

Facing the motorcycle rushing towards him, Chu Ling instantly turned his left wrist, and the light shone on it. The moment Chu Ling took his hand to pick up the motorcycle, it slid in an arc and then hit the rooftop wall.

There was a crash, and a small gap was created in the wall, but the motorcycle also flew out of the rooftop area. Chu Ling frowned, "Can you still fly?"

Johnny, who was in the air, pulled out the chain and threw it towards the building.

Chu Ling quickly ran towards the wall. In his sight, the other person pulled the chain, and then quickly sank out of his sight.

He quickly came to the edge of the rooftop, stood at the gap, looked down, and cursed subconsciously.

"Damn, Newton's coffin can't be covered anymore."

Just like the opponent coming up just now, the motorcycle quickly descended at 90 degrees on the side of the building, with a line of fire and broken glass falling quickly behind it, full of momentum.

"Bang!" At the last moment, the other party pulled up the front of the car, and the motorcycle hit the ground hard.

Looking down from above, Chu Ling could see a circle of air waves, then the motorcycle stopped on the ground, and a circle of cracks spread around the ground.

However, the other party did not leave immediately. There were several police cars in front of the building as a circle. Behind the police cars, police officers and satraps with guns pointed their weapons at the other party.

"Don't move, raise your hands, and then turn around slowly."

Chu Ling didn't resist the law as violently as he did in New York this time. He just beat the FBI last week, but it's not like he beat down a pair of elite SAT teams today.

While raising his hands, he spoke: "Agent SAT, I have some misunderstandings here. The SAT SWAT team has arrived."

After contacting Felix Black, Chu Ling slowly turned around with his hands raised, and a team of five Houston SWAT police officers surrounded him with rifles raised.

"Own