"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Listening to the name of this apparently state unit, Johnny Blazer thought that the other party had come to arrest him.

"I'm sorry for what happened before, but ......"

"Nothing but, Mr. Johnny."

Pulling the coat on his body, Johnny Blazer's figure is similar to his own, and Wang Dali wears it quite well.

"This planet is huge, and you're not alone."

Wang Dali's words touched Johnny, and he thought that Wang Dali's words meant that there were actually other evil spirit riders in this world.

After a pause, he finally nodded vigorously at Wang.

“…… Okay, I'll go with you. ”

"A wise choice."

Wang Dali took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Coulson's number in the address book, and the not-so-fierce battle just now did not destroy it.

"Coulson, the matter is settled, you can report an address."

"So fast?"

Coulson on the other side of the phone obviously didn't expect that Wang Dali's commission would be completed in the evening.

"Then you bring them to the headquarters, someone will go out to pick you up."

While Wang Dali was calling, Roxanne discussed it with Mike and decided to go with Johnny.

"This is your car?"

Compared with the domineering Thunderbolt Remington motorcycle next to Johnny, the small electric under Wang Dali's ass is obviously a lot lower, and it is simply not a magnitude as a contestant.

"I'm not as rich as you, big star."

Glancing enviously at Johnny's locomotive, Wang Dali led them towards the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

Although the speed of Dali's small electric fight is not as fast as Johnny's Thunderbolt locomotive, in New York, where the traffic conditions are average, even if Johnny's top speed is fast, it can't throw Wang Dali far away.

After leaving New York City, there is still a long way to go from the suburban headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., and there are many fewer cars here than in the city.

Johnny, who was driving slowly along the way, was about to speed up, but suddenly found an old man standing in the middle of the road.

"Mephitos!"

The first time he saw him, Johnny's pupils constricted, and he quickly pressed the brakes. Looking at his sudden move, Wang Dali, Mike and Roxanne, who were following behind the two, also stopped.

"Mephitos, Lord of Hell?"

The old man in front of him looked like an ordinary old gentleman from the outside, with a slightly fat body, a full head of silver hair, a black suit in the English version of the last century, and a noble staff in his hand.

But what Wang Dali felt from him, whether it was strength or hellish aura, was much stronger than the witch heart demon he had just killed

"Thank you, young man. Help me kill Witchheart. ”

After nodding vigorously to Wang, Mephitos then turned his gaze to Johnny Blazer and extended his hand to him.

"So, Johnny. Although you didn't kill it yourself, according to the agreement, I will take back the power I gave you. ”

"No, I refuse."

Originally, Johnny, who regarded this power as a curse, was eager to throw it away immediately, but a conversation with the old man in the cemetery made him change his mind.

He stretched out his right hand and pointed it at each other in a C shape.

"Devil, I will use the power you gave me to kill you."

"Really?"

The smile on Mephitos' face vanished, and his expression grew colder. He glanced at Johnny with angry and murderous eyes, and instead of choosing to fight, he turned into a black wind and left.

"That's it? I thought I was going to fight. ”

On the other side, Wang Dali, who silently took off the jacket given by Johnny's friendship, put it back on.

The four of them continued on their way. This time no one bothered, and it didn't take long to reach the destination.

There are already people waiting for them here.

"Natasha Romanoff, S.H.I.E.L.D. 10th Agent."

"Johnny, Johnny Blazer."

The widow sister in a black leather uniform is very charming, both in appearance and figure. But in front of his girlfriend, Johnny just shook her hand gently and quickly let go.

"Come with me."

Swaying gracefully, Natasha led the four of them into the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and took the downward elevator.

Walking into the empty room, which was obviously made of special materials, Wang Dali sat down unceremoniously on one of the few chairs opposite Nick Fury, and said to Maria who was standing behind him.

"A glass of mocha and a little more sugar, thank you."

Displeased to glare at Wang Dali with his only remaining right eye, Nick Fury sneered.

"A glass of Agent Maria's Mocha costs a thousand dollars, Mr. Strong."

"Oh, forget it."

Hearing this number that was blacker than himself, Wang Dali hurriedly shook his head. If it was Tony Tucker, he might have agreed, so he might as well forget it.

"By the way, we met Mephitos on the way."

"Mephitos? Who's that? ”

Nick Fury knocked on the table and said, "You just say one name, how do I know which guy it is."

"It's Mephitos, the master of hell, the great devil who leads people to fall."

After listening to what Wang Dali said, Nick Fury was stunned, stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at Wang Dali in a confirmed manner

"Are you kidding me?"

"Who was kidding you."

Wang Dali rolled his eyes, how could this person be so superstitious about science and unwilling to believe in mythology and magic.

"Johnny, show him your handsome transformation!"

"Right here?"

Johnny looked around, and got a nod from Nick Fury, who looked like the boss, and took a few steps back, allowing everyone in the room to focus on him.

He closed his eyes, and the next moment, crimson hell flames burst out from his body!

Rumble!

All of Johnny's flesh and guts vanished in an instant, revealing only a flaming skull wrapped in a leather jacket. In addition to Wang Dali, even Nick Fury was shocked by his appearance.

After all, where Ghost Rider passed, all the monitoring equipment was burned out by an inexplicable high temperature.

With Johnny's transformation, the temperature in the room rises quite a bit. He sat back down in the form of a skeleton and nodded to Nick Fury.

"Well, now you believe it, right?"

Facts speak louder than words, taking out the cursed star from his pocket and playing with it, Wang Dali said to Nick Fury, who quickly calmed down.

"The devil?"

This is a field that human beings have only set foot in myths and legends in the past, so Nick Fury feels that it is necessary to find someone to conduct special research and induction on the historical myths of these countries throughout the ages.

Since the devil is real, and there was a thunder god in New Mexico some time ago, are other things in mythology, such as angels, also real?

If an angel comes down one day, what attitude should human beings have towards it, as the totem of the world's most popular religion?