The former king heard Catherine say that there were rioters in Texas who were riding motorcycles everywhere at night and setting fires, and that a remote town in cowboy country was being destroyed.

But along the way, the police in the town actually found New York back to the source, saying that the arsonist actually ran from New York to Texas.

There are thousands of miles between New York and Texas, and there is no motorcycle in the world that can drive from New York to Texas in one night. So the news was put on the Gonzo channel by Catherine.

But today, someone actually talked to him about it again.

"Have you heard about the Texas arson incident some time ago?"

The person on the phone was Agent Coulson, who was already an acquaintance with Wang Dali.

"In our judgment, it should be the motorcycle stuntman who has been hot lately, Johnny Blazer."

"Johnny Blazer?"

"Yes, you know him?"

Hearing the thoughtfulness in Wang Dali's tone, Coulson hurriedly asked.

"I don't know. However, a few days ago, I went to see his performance of flying over six Black Hawk helicopters, and he did have a strange fire energy in his body. ”

"yes, that's a bonus."

Coulson, who had written down the incident, continued to speak to Wang.

"We came to you because the other party is, after all, a star with a certain fame all over the world, and he was in the limelight not long ago. So let's borrow your sixth sense to see if he's our target. Otherwise, if you make a mistake, with the influence of the other party on the ordinary people, even us in S.H.I.E.L.D. will feel a little headache. ”

"If you want me to help, no problem. Fixed price, $100,000. ”

Wang Dalishi said directly with a big mouth.

"One hundred thousand? Mr. Mighty, that's too much, right? ”

Coulson, on the other end of the phone, was startled and almost choked to death by his own saliva.

"If you don't want to pay, you can go to someone else."

Wang Dali pursed his lips, who made you so stingy last time.

"But, don't blame me for not warning you beforehand. His flames seem to burn souls in addition to burning matter, like the flames of hell. I suppose the training and pension of an agent is more than 100,000 dollars, right? ”

"Burning souls?"

This kind of ability is not to say that he has seen it, Coulson has never even heard of it, and his first feeling is that Wang Dali wants this high commission very much, so he deliberately made the matter serious?

At this moment, several photos suddenly flashed through Coulson's mind. It was the death of a few thugs in a small town in Texas. Their bodies were not harmed, but their eyes turned a burned-out grey, and no toxins were found in their bodies.

Could it be that the cause of their death was actually the burning of their souls?

If anyone had come up with such a guess, Coulson would have passed it as a joke. Burning souls? Are you talking about fairy tales?

"I don't have the authority to make a decision on this matter, so I have to ask the director. Mr. Mighty, I'll call you later. ”

Hanging up the phone, Coulson turned to the office of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and gave a complete account of the conversation he had just made with Wang Dali.

"Give it to him."

After thinking for more than ten seconds, a look of flesh pain flashed on Nick Fury's expressionless black face.

"Dali-Wang is right. The agents we've worked so hard to train can't die on what we know. The unscientific ability of burning souls, let him test for us. ”

……

It didn't take long for Wang Dali to receive a call from Coulson.

"Mr. Strong, $100,000 has been credited to your account, which is the address of Johnny Blazer's house. We want things to be resolved as quickly as possible. ”

"Very well, you can wait for my news."

After nearly a month, Wang Dali's personal house of affairs has finally opened again. He changed into a cheap set of clothes, rode his electric car, and drove to the address on Coulson's mobile phone text message.

When he arrived at the place, Wang Dali realized that he was not the only one who came here.

"Miss Roxanne?"

"Mr. Strong? How are you here? ”

Seeing Wang Dali's figure, Catherine's reporter, Roxanne said to him with some surprise.

"I'm here to find Johnny, there's something I need to know."

"Looking for Johnny?"

Luo Keshan was slightly surprised, and then said to Wang Dali.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for him too."

"If you don't mind, can I go up together?"

Wang Dali pointed to the open door in front of him.

"Oh, of course."

Roxanne nodded, and the two of them went upstairs together, taking the elevator that was simply fenced off by an iron fence to Johnny's room.

"Johnny? Johnny? ”

Scanning the clutter of the room, Roxanne searched for Johnny. Wang Dali patted her on the shoulder and pointed to a fat man in front of her who was listening to a song in a blue shirt and headphones.

He stood in front of the other party, who was a little surprised why someone had come, and asked.

"Hello sir, is Johnny Blazer there?"

"Sorry, are you?"

"Government workers."

Shaking hands with the fat man with a puzzled face, Wang Dali continued.

"Mr. Blazer may have been convicted of vandalism, robbery, intentional homicide and escaped from prison last night. If you know where he is, or if you have any clues, I'd love to let me know. ”

"Robbery, murder and prison breaks?"

The fat man had a whimsical look on his face, and he couldn't believe Johnny would do these things.

"Are you kidding me?"

"This gentleman,"

Wang Dali stepped forward and pressed against the other party's eyes, letting go of the momentum on his body a little. Suddenly, the fat man in blue felt a heavy pressure enveloping him, and sweat slowly flowed down his forehead.

"I'm just talking to you right now. If you don't cooperate with me, I can only ask you to go to the bureau to cooperate with the investigation. ”

Subsequently, Wang Dali retracted the momentum on his body.

"Okay, okay. I cooperate with the investigation, cooperate with the investigation. ”

The fat man wiped the sweat from his face and pointed to the desk next to him.

"Johnny has been reading some weird books lately, which has made him weird. The books are there. ”

Luo Keshan, who had come with Wang Dali, took a few steps forward and flipped through these thick leather books of some age.

"God, Demons, Hell, Burning, Soul Trading, ......"

After a quick glance at the contents of these books, Wang Dali turned his gaze to an empty corner.

"Looks like Mr. Johnny has been under a lot of mental stress lately. Still, this gentleman. Can you tell me if Mr. Johnny's recent stress has anything to do with you? ”