The night was destined to be unpeaceful, as two streets on Manhattan Island were ignited by rockets fired from helicopter gunships, and the flames lit up half of the sky, visible even from far away New Jersey.

Five black business cars were speeding down a remote and quiet highway in the red light, and in the second bulletproof car was Frank Amik, tilting his head, looking at the red sky in the east through the reflective window, and talking about something with a phone in his hand.

The dilapidated lampposts and low, dilapidated houses swept back quickly, and after turning the corner, Frank Amic hung up the phone, and one of his men sitting in the passenger seat poked his head and said, "Boss, the brother in the back said that a motorcycle was following us." ”

Frank Amick couldn't help frowning when he heard this, there was no peace during this time, five transactions in a row were destroyed, the goods were seized by the police station, his men were slaughtered, and the money was taken away, and the money, goods, and people were empty.

His business has been greatly affected, and his subordinates have begun to deviate from morality, not to mention that things are not as cool as before, and no one dares to do the deadly job of receiving goods, which makes Frank angry, but he has no choice but to find a way to solve the person who is hiding in the shadows first.

Now hearing a motorcycle following behind him, Frank Amic first thought of the guy who broke the deal, his face sank suddenly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Kill him for me." ”

On Frank Amici's orders, the two cars behind began to slow down and drove side by side, occupying the road that was not wide, and the windows of the rear and passenger seats opened, and six gun-wielding bandits leaned out and pulled the trigger on the motorcycle behind them.

With the 'da! Da! A silencer-equipped gunshot rang out, and a series of meteors shot out of the muzzle of the gun, flying rapidly towards the rear headlights. As soon as the gunshots rang out, the motorcycle burst into flames, and even the rider was enveloped in flames.

“yeah！” One of the gunmen shouted with joy, and the ghost cried wolf, "I hit his tank." ”

"It's me!" The other gunman immediately retorted, and the other four people also stopped firing, but were surprised to find that the burning motorcycle did not fall, but was still speeding forward, faster than before the fire, leaving a long trail of flames on the road.

"What's the situation...."Before he could finish speaking, a burning iron chain poked out of the motorcycle, flew straight to the left, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed the car on the left, and the rider on the motorcycle dragged the right hand of the chain, and the chain was like a stick to the right, and easily cut the two speeding cars and the people inside in half.

The two cars were also ignited, and in an instant they turned into two 'fire' cars, and continued to move forward under the inertia. The rider retracted the chain, wrapped it around his body, and with the flames that filled the cart, he swept past the two cars and continued to chase the three cars in front of him.

The driver of the third car looked in amazement at the burning motorcycle in the rearview mirror and at the two cars that had been thrown behind, wondering what was going on. The speed of the car reached ninety yards, but the motorcycle caught up in two or three breaths, and with his right hand he tugged at the iron chain in his arms, and the long iron chain actually floated out of thin air, and the flames attached to it were so conspicuous in the night sky.

In the next second, this flame iron chain, which was only two or three meters long, smashed down, and instantly grew to more than twenty meters, 'Snort! With a bang, the car was split in half, and the flames spread rapidly, and in one breath, the car that had been split in half turned into a large ball of fire, and the people inside were also burned to ashes.

Frank lay on the back seat, looking at the blazing motorcycle chasing after him, and in just a moment, most of his men were wiped out, I'm afraid that these few transactions were ruined by this guy.

"Hurry, hurry!" Frank yelled at the driver, and contacted the lead car to block behind, but the car had just staggered, and was drawn by the flame chain from behind, turning into two balls of flames, which frightened Frank's face pale, he had never seen such a strange thing, so he had to urge the driver to go quickly.

The driver, who was trembling with fright, trembled and stepped on the accelerator to the end, trying to speed up to get rid of the burning motorcycle, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the left side of the rearview mirror, and the burning chain flew over again, making the driver let out a strange scream, and hurriedly turned the steering wheel to the side to avoid it.

It was only because his speed was too slow for the chain that the steering wheel began to turn, and the chain had already hit the rear wheel, cutting off a third of the wheels, causing the speeding car to overturn instantly. It rolled on the ground several times and crashed into a large tree next to the roadbed, knocking it all down, but also causing the car to get stuck there.

The flaming motorcycle stopped next to the overturned car, and the flames on the body quickly extinguished, restoring the skeletal motorcycle to a dull heavy motorcycle, and the iron chains wrapped around the body also changed to their original form, and the burning skull 'grew' flesh and blood.

Frank, who was struggling to get out of the car, got out of the broken glass window, grabbed him by the collar with a black leather glove, dragged him out of the car, held him high in the air, threw him backwards, and crashed into the overturned body.

The pain made Frank cry out, and the big hand pinched his neck, causing his head to tilt up, and he saw the face of the attacker, who turned out to be the retired police officer Damon McClid that Carl Burbank had mentioned before, but didn't Carl Burbank say that this guy had been killed?

Before Frank could think of anything more, a hateful Damon spoke, "You know what? For more than a decade, I've wondered how we're going to meet, and now it's finally getting what we want. ”

Frank struggled to squeeze a smile out of his face and said, "Hey, what do you want?" Dollar bills, or gold and silver, which are easy to sell, I can give you ....."

Before Frank could finish speaking, Damon, with a faint smile on his face, said, "I want your soul." ”

"What?" Frank thought he had misheard, who wanted a soul, but before he could ask for it, he saw a scene of extreme horror, Damon's face suddenly burst into flames, and in the blink of an eye, his head was burned into a white skull.