Seeing Roger running towards the city center, the replica Roger seemed a little hesitant, because although he did not have Roger's memory of traveling through his previous life and knew that there was a Kama Taj in the center of New York, he knew what Roger was looking for.

And I was very afraid of New York, as if there was something so powerful that he had to shrink his head and be a human being.

but--

I harvested nearly 3,000 replicas, and my skills increased so much that I felt that I could not die, and I could escape even if I couldn't beat them.

A person with a few thousand blue and a person with a few dozen blue can consume him to death. This is why the replica Roger has been chasing Roger in the original body.

He knew that Roger didn't harvest his soul and became stronger, but instead kept training himself and various spells.

But I don’t know a truth: how much water you can hold does not depend on how much water you pour into the bucket, but how big the bucket is.

What Roger did was to constantly expand and strengthen the bucket, but the replica was pouring water into the bucket. It was fine for a short time, but it was a little longer, so there was something wrong.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up no matter how much he chased him, and he was also teased by the other party. Roger, the mirror body, turned his eyes and looked directly at the car with police lights flashing not far away.

He jumped out of the car halfway, kicked the policeman on the motorcycle away, and crashed into the glass of the shop, not knowing life or death.

Then the Evil Spirit Fire enchanted, like Roger, replaced it with an Evil Spirit motorcycle. By the way, he picked up the rifle from the motorcycle and shot Roger in front of him.

Don’t doubt why a policeman brings a rifle. In this country where guns are free, it is normal for a policeman to go out with a rifle.

Tattatatatatatatata-

The copy kept firing with the rifle, as if it was infinite bullets. Indeed, after the inside was fired, the enchanted rifle was a bullet transformed from flames, and its power was no worse than that of metal bullets.

After repeated explosions, two skeletons rode magic motorcycles on New York streets, and directly got the police station's phone number to be fired.

The TV station even sent a helicopter to search in the sky.

Paralysis. If the other party grabs the helicopter, it would not be even more troublesome. Roger directly pointed at the helicopter and was frightened by a flame bullet, which scared the helicopter driver to get away and dared not get close.

———

A little boy with glasses was standing on the balcony to water the flowers. After watering them, he went back to the house to sleep.

Boom-

A fire-ridden evil locomotive sped past the road in front of his house-

The little boy stayed for a while, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, then put them on again, and then-

Another evil spirit motorcycle that was squirting fire passed by him, and this time he was sure that he had read it right.

The little boy stared at the Evil Spirit motorcycle that was leaving, and murmured, "It's so cool, I want a motorcycle that can spit fire too-"

"Peter, it's time to go into the house to sleep. You have to go to school tomorrow." A scream came from the house.

The little boy had to walk into the house reluctantly, "Oh, I got it, aunt."

After that, I didn't forget to look outside, but found that there were still two motorcycles driving by, because there were still two flames left on the ground.

Roger and the Replica, the two chased and fled. Fortunately, it was already past three o'clock in the morning and there were no people or cars on the street, otherwise there would be a lot of casualties.

Two evil spirit locomotives soon arrived at the Stark Building, a landmark building center in New York.

"You run, it's useless to run to the ends of the world. I have a hundred times more energy than you, and I will waste you to death, hahahaha--"

The replica Roger laughed wildly, and shot Roger who was running away from time to time. Lando was so willful.

The immortal body of the Ghost Rider is not truly immortal. Every time he repairs, he will lose a certain amount of energy.

The netizens who use the tactics of playing games are blue. Of course, Lan will not die before she is exhausted. If she is exhausted, she will be a bone frame. If she breaks, she will be ashes and cannot be recovered.

Another Ghost Rider in Marvel was fine if he was hit by RPG in person, but he fought with another agent selected by Mephisto, and he almost turned a blind eye.

Therefore, don’t think that it’s an immortal body. At most, you can resist the attack and recover quickly.

Roger did not reply and still brought the replica to circle several circles around Stark Building.

When Roger, who was impatiently ground, bombarded the replica with a rifle, bombarded the surrounding roads into potholes, intending to stop Roger from going around, Roger stopped.

"What's wrong? I have no way to escape and want to fight?" the copy smirked.

"Hehe, you can't chase me. Although your memory is the same as me, your driving skills are not as good as mine." Roger smiled thiefly and drove directly to the Stark Building. When he was about to hit the wall, he raised the front of the car and drove up the wall of the building in one fell swoop.

For a moment, a fire-ridden evil locomotive lifted Newton's coffin board, drove vertically on the surface of Stark Building ninety degrees, and drove towards the roof.

"You can't escape-" Roger, a replica, was anxious. It was past three o'clock, and it was dawn in three or four hours.

The power of the Ghost Rider during the day is greatly reduced, and he can only transform into a part of it where the sun cannot shine.

At first, Johnny could not transform during the day. After a period of adaptation and his own fit or talent, he finally transformed during the day.

Who knows how the sunlight will be during the day for a few hours? When Roger runs away, he will be more and more rejected by the world and eventually disappear, so he can't help but be anxious.

Halfway through the other party, Roger smiled, took out the grenade and threw it back. The real man never looked back and looked at the explosion.

Boom! A big explosion almost exploded the duplicate.

Arriving at the roof, Roger jumped out of the car directly. The weird thief smiled, opened the game panel, and chose-

Character skin, John Constantine.

【Distant place, mysterious existence】

【The God who controls life and death】

【In the name of the creator】

【Borrow the power of the gods】

【Here I invite you out of hell】

【In the name of the great magician, John Constantine】

[End all defense and protection, listen to your summons, and the devil will quickly surrender]

When the copy came up to the roof, I saw a different face, but it was definitely Roger himself.

The copy Roger was stunned for a moment, what the hell is this?

Roger laughed and said, "Is it a surprise? Haven't you always wanted to know how I fight normally? I'll let you see it."

"Summon, the demon helps Sifa—"

The replica Roger felt bad, so he raised the enchanted rifle in his hand and fired directly into a series of full-powered evil spirit flame bullets.

But when he hit Roger, he was blocked by a layer of lightning armor.

"Do you know, there is a demon in hell, called Fucifer. His ability is to control the lightning in nature. Therefore, in human cities, even if a clone arrives, it is a thing of a personal nuclear power plant."

"And—" Roger, who had a love demon, stepped on the ground on the roof and pointed with his index finger. "Unfortunately, there is a palladium reactor here, which is why I attract you."

[PS, Fucifer, the great demon in American dramas, whose ability is to control lightning, lightning, and can control the current of the entire city in the city. It comes from American drama Constantine——]
Chapter completed!