Inside the little truck.
The criminals had completely lost their ability to resist.
The police cars following close behind caught up as well. Seeing their colleagues who had fallen behind trailing after Yang Bo, the officers couldn't help feeling uneasy.
Every officer watched Yang Bo warily. None of them noticed the bat symbol that a searchlight had projected onto the dark clouds overhead.
"Andy, what do we do now?"
Andy, now free of "Voldemort," drew the pistol from his waist when he heard Kerry's question. He shrugged. "What do we do?"
"All you can do is pray this Ghost Rider doesn't enjoy killing. Otherwise, we'll just have to collect these robbers' bodies."
Kerry looked at Yang Bo, wreathed in blue flames, and recalled what he had just said. He swallowed. "Forget it. I don't think he was joking when he said 'judgment'..."
"Look into my eyes and count your sins. There is no escape for you now."
Yang Bo's voice seemed to ring out in everyone's hearts.
Everyone turned toward the voice. Yang Bo had already pulled a criminal out of the wrecked truck.
He caught the man in a backhanded grip and lifted him straight up, staring into his eyes with his own hollow sockets.
"You are guilty!"
At Yang Bo's words, blue flames erupted over the criminal with a roar. A piercing scream rang out, sending goosebumps crawling over everyone who heard it.
Then he tossed the man onto the ground.
He continued rummaging through the truck. Only then did the police react, immediately rushing forward with their little pistols raised.
"Don't move!!"
The officer in the lead shouted at Yang Bo, but before Yang Bo could respond, the officers he had rescued hurried over and whispered a few words into the man's ear.
Although his face was