Boom!

After the bullet blew open Roger's head, a slight gunshot was heard in the distance.

"It's done, you can go get the money." On a small building more than 600 meters away from Roger, a slovenly, homeless-looking man smiled with satisfaction.

He quickly packed up the sniper rifle, put it in the box, and quickly left the scene. Hiding in the crowd, someone had already recorded the scene from beginning to end.

The person who recorded the video was obviously with the killer, and he quickly evacuated the scene.

Soon, sirens sounded. After a while, police and ambulances arrived, and banners were pulled up at the scene.

After taking photos and collecting evidence, Roger's body was carried into the car and sent to the morgue of the police station for further investigation or autopsy.

After collecting the evidence, the police also began to go back to investigate Roger's personal connections, and found that he was an orphan, usually living alone, but he had some connections with the police station in Queens.

So I called there to inquire, and George, who had recovered from his injuries, rushed over to check on the situation.

"Oh, you said that Roger who was just delivered today is inside, cabinet No. 14, go in and take a look."

Because he was a colleague and the person who died was not a rich man or a military or political figure, the security guard guarding the morgue didn't care and waved his hand and passed.

After George came in, he pulled out the refrigerator and saw Roger's body lying there quietly with a big hole in his head.

His facial features were blurred from the front, and his flesh and blood were all blurred. The bullet hit him from behind and came out from the front. When it came out from the front, half of his head was shattered. This is the power of a sniper rifle.

"Oh, Luo, you can go to heaven with peace of mind. I will help you find the murderer." George sighed and planned to push the cabinet back.

And just as he was halfway pushing the cabinet back, a cold hand suddenly held his hand directly.

"It's a deal, but I think I can still save it a little bit~"

⊙▽⊙.....

George was immediately frightened by the horrifying scene in front of him. A man with only half a head slowly sat up, turned to look at him, and smiled with only one chin and no upper jaw.

"Ah ah ah -" George, who was extremely horrified, screamed like a girl, then broke away from the opponent's hand and jumped back like a cat. He took out his gun and aimed at the body that sat up.

Just about to open fire.

"Stop screaming, it's me -" The corpse with half the head suddenly burst into flames. The minced meat was quickly turned into flames, and the broken head continued to grow new bones. In an instant, a skull appeared.

The reorganization is complete.

"You - are you Luo?" George, whose heart suddenly surged to 300, covered his chest with a pale face and asked doubtfully.

"Nonsense, haven't you seen what I look like after I transform? Who else is there besides me?"

Roger rolled his eyes, which looked even more terrifying in the skull form. Hearing the familiar voice, George slowly lowered his heart rate.

"I said before that if I'm with you, you'll scare me into having a heart attack sooner or later, and I'm right." George said curiously.

"You're not dead, so why were you sent to the morgue of the police station?"

"You think I think so?" Roger said angrily, "I don't know any grandson who would hit me with a sniper rifle in broad daylight. It was just a matter of hitting me, but the bullet could still bend."

"In broad daylight, a man with a crushed head suddenly got up. With so many people watching on the street, it would have become a headline, so I could only pretend to be dead and wait until no one was around to find a way to sneak out, otherwise -

"

Boom! There was a heavy sound of falling to the ground. George looked back and saw that the security guard who heard the scream came in to check the situation. However, Roger was so frightened by the resurrection that his eyes turned white and he fainted.

"Look, another one was scared to death..."

George quickly went over to check and found that the security guard had just fainted from fright, so he felt relieved.

"Then what are you going to do now-"

"Me?" Roger cursed angrily, "Of course I will find the grandson who killed me and beat him back. I will give him back whatever he gives me."

George thought for a moment, then nodded, "I will also use my connections with the police to help you find out if you have offended anyone. You'd better not show up again these days."

"It's a trivial matter." Roger waved his hand, and the Ghost Rider state exited, and a complete human head returned to its original state, still as handsome as before.

Then open the system a little, and the character skin and black charcoal head will appear.

The black charcoal head, which was so dark that one couldn't see his facial features, smiled with a row of white teeth.

"How about it? My vest is pretty good, isn't it?"

"Yes, at least hiding yourself is no longer a problem, but-" George suddenly thought of a question.

"You have been shot in front of everyone, and your identity will definitely be marked as dead later. This is a bit troublesome."

this........

This is really a headache. Going to the Exorcist bar is okay, but going to the boss in Chinatown to eat would probably scare people to death.

"Forget it, just take it one step at a time. At worst, I'll spend some money on the black market to get an identity." Roger said, covering his head.

Every year, there are many missing cases. In these cases, where the person is still alive and the body is not found, there is room for manipulation. If the missing person has no family members, then the person's identity can be used.

It is sold internally by the FBI and is guaranteed to have no flaws. Of course, the price is very high. I think it is much easier to find a mixed-race yellow face like Roger than a white one.

Of course, after selling, it does not mean that it is foolproof. If someone really tracks it down and goes to the place where the person was born and asks his acquaintances with photos, the secret will be exposed immediately.

But there is no problem in normal use. At least it is relatively easy to use for passports, buying air tickets, and other aspects of daily life.

"Is it really okay for you to say this in front of me, a policeman..." George said quietly.

"Hahahaha... That's it. I'm leaving first. As for what this guy will say about what he saw after he wakes up, I'll leave it to you."

Roger turned over and jumped off the refrigerator, straightened his clothes and left.

Before George had time to think of a reason, he couldn't see the other party.

After leaving the door, Roger used some black magic to successfully climb over the wall and get out of the police station. After he came out, he realized that it was really inconvenient to have no transportation.

"Looks like I have to look for a new Ghost motorcycle."

Reluctantly, he hailed a taxi from the side of the road and said, "Brother, go to Brooklyn, 44th Street, Dad's Bar—"

"Okay, let's go now." The driver said happily.

"Sir, your voice sounds very familiar to me. Have we met somewhere?"
Chapter completed!