"Johnny, Johnny, Johnny...", a murmur woke Johnny, and he opened his eyes with a sore body, and found himself lying on his stomach in a church while Mephisto was watching him from a distance.

"You've seen those demons, haven't you, Johnny?" Mephisto asked.

"Yes, I killed one, but they don't seem to be quite what you described."

"Did I tell you what they were, no, no, that's what the demons in you look like, in fact, you can think of them as creatures of another race, except that they feed on human souls." Mephisto didn't care about Johnny's questioning gaze, and said calmly, "What do you see, a great good man, or a brave policeman, hehe, don't forget, you humans also use camouflage strategies when hunting, and demons certainly do." ”

"I used the Eye of Judgment on him, but it didn't work, what's going on?" Johnny asked, suspicious, knowing that Mephisto's words were not credible, but that the policeman's state of turning to ashes after his death was also suspicious.

"That's because you're killing just a minion, and the effect of the Eye of Judgment is to make the person being judged use their souls to experience the pain of the crimes of those he has killed in the past, and these demons have no souls, and their souls are stored in their masters."

"Their master?"

"Yes, that's an ancient evil spirit called Black Sky, who has been living in the Far East before, and only recently came to the United States, and used his immortal body to tempt countless believers to become his puppets, maybe these puppets were not bad people before, but once they gave their souls to Black Sky, they themselves became his minions, and at that time, they would only act according to Black Sky's instructions, now, do you know why I appeared in front of you to awaken the spirit of revenge in your body?"

"Hmph, it sounds like he's acting like you." Johnny sneered, after 0 years in society, he is no longer the ignorant teenager, maybe the black sky is not a good thing, but the old guy named Mephisto in front of him is no better, and the act of deceiving other people's souls is no different from a demon.

"No, no, no, Johnny you're wrong, there's a big difference between me and him." Mephisto was still not offended by Johnny's words, "I am indeed a demon, but to be precise, my profession is only a businessman. ”

Boom, Mephisto slashed his palm across the candlestick, and a soaring flame immediately appeared in his palm.

"Look, with my ability, it's easy to get your soul, but I didn't do that, I just made a deal with you, of course, maybe there are some small flaws in the trade contract, but that's not my problem, I fulfilled everything in the contract, didn't I?"

"Black Sky is different, he's more like a liar or a thief, he just deceived the souls of humans by lying, shouldn't such a demon be eradicated?"

"Hmph, it's because he's blocking your way to wealth, how can a demon like you fight for the banner of justice."

"Tut-tut, I'm so sad that you say that, don't say such heartless words in front of God, okay, although I took your soul, but I also gave you a body that is enough to compete with the devil." Mephisto put on a sad look, "Well, even if you're right, I'm a legitimate business competition, and it's not a bad thing to report the location of another demon to Ghost Rider, is it?" ”

"Hmph, I'm going to kill that demon called Black Sky, and then, if I let me know that there are other victims, I'll appear in front of you, fight the flames with fire, and make you feel the infinite pain caused by the spirit of revenge." With that, Johnny turned and walked out of the church, ignoring Mephisto's stinky face.

Looking at Johnny's distant back, a smile appeared on Mephisto's gloomy face, he picked up the phone and said: "Okay, those superheroes won't bother you for a while, now, it's time for you to fulfill your promise, otherwise, that ghost rider from last night may appear in front of you, I don't think you want to look him in the eye." ”

"Joey, how are you?" In the infirmary of the 13th District Police Station, Joey walked out of the shadow behind Matt again, and Sheriff George immediately grabbed his shoulder, although they could be resurrected, it was not comfortable at all.

"Whew, head, that guy's flames are so terrible, I don't have the ability to resist in front of that flames at all." Joey, as a party, has a more intuitive feeling than Mike.

"What is the origin of this guy, and why is he an enemy of us?"

"Uh, head, I don't think he's a bad guy either, because he didn't hurt me, even though I shot him that much." Mike said from the sidelines, he was also in the room as a witness.

"Here's the problem, he may be a good guy, but his actions have seriously affected us, which is not a good thing, and the guy has never recorded it before, and I can't find anyone even if I want to communicate with him." George said with annoyance.

"Flame Skull Head, I seem to have heard of this trait." Matt said suddenly.

"Oh, where?" Everyone looked at him.

"The Dead Whisperer once asked me about this trait, and he called this guy Ghost Rider, and I think he might know something."

"yes, doesn't the Dead Whisperer also wear a skull mask, maybe they know each other." Mike was pleasantly surprised that he had admired Kane for a long time.

“... I don't want to see that red and blue guy, Matt, I'm going to have to trouble you to make a trip. George couldn't help but want to pull out his gun when he thought of Peter next to Kane, so he gave the task to Matt.

"Director, we found the tire prints left at the scene, which are the tire marks of a limited edition Harley-Davidson motorcycle, which is rare in New York." A policeman burst into the room and said loudly, which also made George's eyes light up.

"I thought that people with abilities were all flying, but I didn't think there were motorcycle enthusiasts, okay, Matt, let's go our separate ways, I'll take someone to find this clue, you go to the dead talker and ask, I hope he is a guy who can listen to words."

The entire police station began to get busy, and at the same time, the orders of the underground king of New York, Jin Ji, also flowed into the underworld, and a large number of gangsters began to quietly focus on the homeless people on the streets.