Death Inquisitor

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"Okay, then let's go back." Ma Mian nodded and said.

In the next second, a cloudy wind blew, and the cow head and horse face disappeared.

Studio.

"Hahaha, these idiots are dead again."

"It's good to die, to make them do evil, to make them inhuman."

"Huh? How did a gem come out of the ground?"

"Damn it, can the Ghost Rider burn gems out of his appearance after setting fire to it?"

"Look, Ghost Rider broke the gem."

"What's the matter, why did Ghost Rider stop?"

"Yeah, there are still many criminals, how many people are there."

"Panic, the Ghost Rider is the subordinate of the boss of the judge, and he will definitely go after him. I guess there is something delaying it..."

The audience in the live broadcast room did not hear the voice of the existence from hell, nor did they see the bull's head and horse's face.

Otherwise, it will definitely cause an uproar.

This is a legendary existence, and it actually appeared. If people found out, it would be surprising that there was no heated discussion.

Beijing, Public Security Bureau.

"This death judge... is too stingy... He actually took that treasure away." Qin Feng said with a tangled face.

"In this way, that thing is also very important to the death judge, or in other words, it has aroused his interest." The man with glasses pushed his glasses and said.

Director Liu sighed, and then said:

"Oh, forget it, call the helicopter back, since it was taken by the death judge, we want to take it, it's basically impossible, but fortunately, we didn't stay, otherwise it would be taken away by spies from other countries, which would be a bad thing. …”

"Okay, Director." Qin Feng nodded helplessly, and then answered. After speaking, he took out the phone and called.

The capital, a five-star hotel, in Ye Chen's room.

Looking at the big screen that only he could see, Ye Chen's brows couldn't help frowning.

The West, should be the power of hell. . .

East, the power of the underworld. . . Bull head horse noodles. . .

It seems that this world is not simple. . .

However, no matter how simple it is, even if there is something special, the death trial cannot be terminated!

Thinking of this, Ye Chen's eyes flashed a cold light.

"It's weird, why didn't this Ghost Rider move?" Liang Yin said with some doubts at this time.

"Could it be that something happened to the death judge, or something unexpected happened?" Mu Yunyun also said with some puzzlement at this time.

"I don't know, wait, she moved." Liang Yin shook his head and said.

On the outskirts of Beijing, on the road.

After a pause of nearly two minutes, Ghost Rider started the skeleton motorcycle again.

The skull, the fire of hell on the two tires, burned again, and then turned into flying torches, rushing towards the front.

On the ground, a long fire belt soon appeared.

Wan Sha helps the team.

Xing Meng waited nervously for the result, but waited left, no news, waited right, still no news.

This time, Xing Meng was anxious.

In his heart, he naturally hoped that the Infantry Master would win.

But the younger brother he left to pass the news to him, three minutes later, he still hadn't called him.

This is called Xing Meng's heart suddenly hangs.

"Big... big brother... why... why is there no news yet?" Wan Sha gang master Liu Qiang, at this moment, swallowed his saliva, and then asked nervously.

"Don't worry, just wait, no matter what the result is, at least we didn't stop, as long as we stay far away... We'll be safe..." Xing Meng took a deep breath, and after a long exhalation, he said in a deep voice. said.

Although Xing Meng seemed to be very confident in what he said, the slight trembling in his words betrayed his heart.

He was very nervous at the moment, very rough, and it could even be said that he was afraid.

The prestige of the death judge really scared Xing Meng.

And now, he was being tried, and there was a skeleton riding a skeleton motorcycle behind him, the kind that was on fire.

This kind of ghost-like existence, Xing Meng has never been in contact with it, and he is not afraid, it is strange.

Originally, he thought that Master Bu could turn things around and slap the death judge in the face.

But the result shocked him.

He instructed the younger brother to stay behind to watch the results. It had been three minutes and he had not called him yet.

He knew that things were not going well.

His little brothers didn't call him after the allotted time, there was only one explanation.

That is, those little brothers are dead.

This was the result that Xing Meng didn't want to see the most.

Those younger brothers are dead, and the infantry and infantry masters are estimated to be hanging.

Because those little brothers would only watch from a distance, even if Xing Meng didn't instruct them, those little brothers would not approach.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

Xing Meng saw that it was his younger brother who was calling and hurriedly connected.

"Big... big brother... that burning skull, chase... catch up!" The younger brother's terrified voice sounded instantly.

"What!" Xing Meng, the leader of the Wan Sha gang, was suddenly shocked, and then hurriedly asked

Said: "Where is Master Bu? Have you seen him?"

Xing Meng still held some hope, he hoped that the Infantry Master was chasing the Ghost Rider.

"I didn't see Master Bu, eldest brother, what should I do? That ghost is about to catch up with us." The younger brother asked anxiously again.

"Shoot it, hit it with something, stop it for me no matter what!" Xing Meng said here, suddenly realized that he shouldn't say such a thing at this time, and hurriedly added:

"Otherwise, we will all die."

"Okay...Okay...Big brother..." The younger brother swallowed and said.

Xing Meng hung up the phone, his face was extremely pale in an instant, and layers of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Brother... Master Bu... Master Bu..." Liu Qiang stammered and asked.

"Don't mention that bastard, he couldn't even stop him for a few minutes!" Xing Meng roared angrily.

"Then...then what should we do?" Liu Qiang asked nervously.

"Call Wang Mazi, it's his own, we can't always send our people to die, otherwise, even if we escape, we will be eaten by that idiot Wang Mazi." Xing Meng said with a grim expression.

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