"Don't be idle, shoot quickly-" Roger shouted quickly. To put it bluntly, his own shooting skills were just average.

It's not a sharpshooter, but it's not bad either. It's a bit difficult to hit a helicopter that keeps flying at high altitudes.

"It's hard to aim. The motorcycle is too fast, so I can't aim at it at all." George replied.

"The manure fruit you eat should have the ability to aim. Try to concentrate and you can definitely do it."

"Then I'll try it."

George endured his tilted posture, regardless of whether he aimed or not, and then he focused on it and shot him.

After the shotgun fired, a huge shot put appeared in mid-air, but the speed was still not slow. This time the helicopter was lucky. It was hit halfway and fell apart, and it did not turn into ashes.

"yes-I hit it." George excitedly held a fist and raised it towards the sky.

Next, he followed the way he was just now and focused on the remaining two helicopters, shot one by one, and suddenly two fireballs appeared in the sky, and all the pursuers in the air were killed.

Roger's skull looked back at George and said with a blank expression, "I think you are too happy too early. Often, the villain BOOS only appears at the end..."

———

"Waste, a bunch of waste--" Camato shouted angrily.

At the same time, I remembered my days when I was working. If the police in New York were so useless, then this international city would have long been ruined.

Could it be that my fellow humans are really too incompetent?

Camato covered his face helplessly, and his fellow villagers served as the elite in the upper class. Is the utopian country he imagined is so unbearable?

Do you want to let two people run out of their territory with such a swagger? Of course not.

Kamato made an exception and he was going to use his authority.

"Luo, do you think he might be more ruthless?"

"No doubt, don't forget that Sally can make a Godzilla and Superman. Camato has watched some movies anyway. It's normal to get a few people to block us."

Just as Roger finished speaking, a roar came from the sky, and several fighter planes flew from afar.

George:...

Roger:...

It's such a crow's mouth. Roger wants to slap himself whatever he says.

He would rather have Barry the Flash than face a bunch of fighters.

After all, in superheroes' melee battle, their evil spirit fire is still the nemesis of their souls. This plane is in trouble. When a missile is blown up, there is no waste left.

Immediately, Roger decided to go to land and stop walking on water.

The Evil Spirit Cyclist immediately understood what the owner meant, turned around and drove to the land, and rushed directly to the modern building complex on the shore.

As they were about to get ashore, the first missile of the fighter came, and two fire-squirting missiles came directly at Roger.

Roger made a turn and dodged one, but the missile was too fast. Another one exploded directly in the sea not far away, causing a huge wave.

The evil spirit motorcycle flew directly into the sky with the waves, drew a rainbow of flames in the air, and fell steadily onto the land.

"Law, we have to avoid the vision of the fighter and use the surrounding buildings as cover." George shouted.

"I know, when I find a good place later, you can aim to shoot these planes down."

Roger drove into the high-rise building complex in a row, staged a sense of speed and passion.

Several missiles came immediately, and a building was blown up in an instant.

The sound of the roar of the building and the sound of the crowd fleeing to help make George feel guilty.

Although I know that these are all fake, maybe this is true in their cognitive world?

"Luo, find a place to park quickly. I want to deal with these innocent bastards who are indiscriminately killed."

Looking at George's eyes, it seemed as if anger was about to spurt out.

"Okay, the guest is hurrying up, Evil Spirit Locomotive Number will take you to the skyscraper to knock the flying card." Roger looked around.

After twisting the accelerator, the motorcycle roared and began to drive towards a building.

"Hey, hey, what are you going to do? That's a wall."

"We're going to climb the stairs-"

Boom! After a loud bang, the back of the Evil Solid Motorcycle transformed directly, stretched out two exhaust pipes, and then sprayed out a long string of flames.

Roger drove the motorcycle directly to the building from the ground. When he hit the wall, he turned a corner and drove up the building diagonally, then accelerated and rushed straight into the sky.

"Ahhhhh--" George has never been so thrilling in his life, and he has been riding a motorcycle on a tall building.

The building and the ground were vertically 90 degrees. They were now climbing the wall. What was outrageous was the tires of the evil spirit motorcycle, holding firmly at the wall of the building. Newton saw it and was afraid that the coffin board could not be suppressed...

The world of magic is so unreasonable that science cannot suppress it.

George had no place to grab his hands, so he could only hold Roger's waist tightly and tightly clamp the motorcycle with his feet tightly. He didn't dare to let go for a moment, for fear that he would fall off the building and die if he accidentally fell.

The Evil Solid Motorcycle was very fast, at least 300 times per hour, exceeding the Ferrari sports car. In less than a few dozen seconds, Roger and George arrived on the roof of the building.

"Hu...Hu..." George, who was frightened by the roller coaster, shaking off the motorcycle.

The feeling of being down-to-earth finally made him feel like he was back in the world.

"Hehe, man, you look like a soft-footed shrimp who has fought with ten women for a day and a night." Roger teased.

"After I get out, I won't ride your motorcycle if I beat you to death."

"Okay, those fighters are still looking for us, so let's do some serious business as soon as possible."

Taking out the shotgun, George asked curiously, "Luo, do you have no other weapons? I think you can hide a lot of things on your body."

Locomotives, shotguns, pistols, luggage, as if Roger could hold a lot of things in his pocket, and he couldn't help but be curious.

"Sorry, I didn't prepare so many weapons. The tasks I take on in daily life are not killing people or fighting fighters, they are all exorcists." Roger said embarrassedly.

"So I didn't prepare so many kinds of weapons."

OK, anyway, shotguns can also fight fighters...

Roger took out another kind of bullet, the kind of bullet of the small steel ball.

Then the two began to cooperate again, one enchanted and the other aimed, and waited for the fighter to fly over again.

Finally, several fighter jets were searching for Roger's figure at a low altitude, and passed by the building where they were.

“It’s now—”

Mix and Mix and Mix!

George fired several shots without hesitation. Under Roger's amplification, the bullets became extremely huge in the middle of the road, but they flew away without slowing down.

In the sky, there were suddenly densely packed with small steel balls the size of basketballs, and several fighter jets could not escape.
Chapter completed!