As Carlo listened to Vicky's story, her eyes grew brighter and brighter, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.

It seems that things are going more smoothly than he imagined, and Luo Shan really gave him a big "surprise".

Suddenly, Carlo looked directly into Vicky's eyes, her eyes emitting a strange light, and her voice was also tinged with a hint of bewitchment.

"Is what you said true? ”

Vicky's eyes became rice grains, and her expression became blank, and she replied in a daze: "Except for the last one, Luo Shan has never slept with the director at all, this rumor came from me, because I am jealous of her, obviously I can do better than her.."

"Oh, is it?" Carlo blinked and muttered to himself, "It's okay, I'll make her the truth."

"Then Vicky.." Carlo then said slowly, "Bring me all the information about Roseanne's past experiences, and tomorrow, I hope to be able to see it."

"Okay. Vicky nodded dumbly.

The light in Carlo's eyes dimmed, and he got out of bed and began to get dressed.

Vicky suddenly came back to her senses, stunned for a moment, and then noticed Carlo's actions, and immediately became coquettish: "Honey, where are you going? It's still a long time tonight, and we still have a lot of games to play."

Carlo turned around and smiled at her, and said lightly, "Tomorrow, I still have something to do today."

Vicky could only pout in dissatisfaction.

Carlo took care of everything, leaned down and gently pinched Vicky's smooth face, and said with a smile, "Don't forget, what I wanted."

"Got it.."

Vicky muttered, waiting for Carlo's back to disappear into the room before she blinked blankly, "Something, what? What did I ?..promise?"

Carlo walked out of the house, the bustling city of New York was already in full swing, he looked at the time, eight twenty o'clock, and it seemed that Johnny was about to make his first transformation.

Carlo smiled, and the figure gradually became illusory, and disappeared after a few flickers.

...

"You can't live in fear, you can do it. You're the best rider and you deserve a second chance.."

A neatly dressed Johnny stood in front of the huge mirror and muttered to himself in the mirror.

It took him two hours to take care of himself, but before he could leave the door, he lost all his courage.

More than ten years ago, Johnny signed a contract with Murphytos, and for the sake of his father's health for a day, he not only gave his soul, but also some indescribable things.

After he made a promise to his first love, Roshan, the power of the contract will subtly make him forget and ignore this promise, and feel afraid of the promise, until he completely misses the agreed time, and disappoints the people who love him again and again.

Johnny is now caught up in this mysterious force, his love for Roseanne is surging like an erupting volcano, but he doesn't cherish the hard-fought opportunity to get back.

He realizes his eccentricity and is trying to overcome him, maybe give him a little more time and he can succeed, but obviously not today.

Johnny repeated to himself over and over again, completely oblivious to the fact that his hands were getting redder and redder, until there was a faint green smoke on his hands, and he cried out in panic, "Oh hell, what's going on?"

He felt the heat coming from his hands, and subconsciously turned on the faucet, and the cold water poured on his hands, and suddenly steamed white gas.

"Hell!"

Johnny shook his palm vigorously, as if trying to shake off fear.

As he did this fearless endeavor, the muffled roar of a motorcycle was heard outside the door.

Johnny was attracted by the sound, and walked out the door step by step, and there were dozens of various motorcycles neatly arranged in the garage, each of which was damaged to some extent, which was the medal he left after not dying and playing with death.

Johnny walked to the garage door, and he saw that it was an intact Harley, no one had activated it, but it was roaring like a beast on its own.

"Oh my God.." Johnny walked over to the car and said something dumbfounded.

At this moment, there was a dull sound of footsteps behind him, and he jerked back, and an old man in black with a silver skull cane appeared in front of him.

"Hey, Johnny.."

Murphytos greeted him, his voice low and hoarse.

"It's you!" Johnny's eyes flashed with anger, and he wanted to rush forward, "You deceived me and killed my father."

"No Johnny.." Murphytos shook his head, "I never lied to you, I cured your father's cancer as promised, but I didn't say he wouldn't die.."

"Damn it.." Johnny gritted his steel teeth, he felt a sense of anger and humiliation at being played, and he wanted to go up and punch the guy, but his body didn't approve of him.

Murphytos smiled faintly and slowly walked over to Johnny's side, his eyes falling on the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, "Look, what a cool car..."

Johnny gasped heavily, and in it was his pent-up rage, like a volcano about to erupt.

Murphytos admired the car, looked at Johnny again, and smiled: "I have carefully appreciated every one of your performances for more than ten years, and I grant you immortality. Now, it's time for you to fulfill your contractual obligations, Johnny."

"Ahh

Murphytos continued, "Johnny, use your powers. Find Witchheart, kill him, and.."

Murphytos looked at Johnny, who was struggling in pain, and said word by word: "Take back the St. Vatican Contract." ”

Johnny's pain climbed to the extreme, and his whole body burned, and fiery red flames burst out of his body, instantly burning his flesh and skin, leaving only a slightly reddish skeleton.

Soon, Johnny turns into a flaming skull.

He reached out and pressed on the roaring Harley, who was also spread by the crimson flames, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a blazing chariot of fire, which was extremely cool.

With a satisfied smile on his face, Murphytos called in a low voice, "Go, my officer.."

Johnny's skull let out a strange laugh, rode on Harley, and sped off like lightning, the concrete streets cracked, the street lights on both sides exploded, and the road left a long line of flames...

Carlo stood on the top of a skyscraper and watched the brilliant lines of fire spread rapidly across the ground.

He could clearly feel that the moment Johnny turned into a skeleton, another soul took over his body.

"The remnants of Zatanos?" said Carlo to himself, in a low voice.

The flame on Johnny's body is the Infernal Flame, and it is the Infernal Flame in the initial stage, which Carlo also mastered at the beginning.

When Murphytos' breath faded into his senses, Carlo jumped from the roof of the building and landed lightly next to Johnny's passing car.

There were still sporadic flames burning on the ground, the concrete pavement had been completely cracked, and the dirt beneath had been poured up by the violent force.

Carlo stared at the road, and a charred motorcycle license plate popped out from under the dirt and lay quietly on the road, looking very conspicuous.

Carlo smiled slightly, looked at the car marks that had been going far ahead, and whispered, "I hope you can have fun with the witches, Johnny."

Next, he had other things to do.

Calculate the time, the square restaurant, where a certain infatuated "good girl" should have been waiting for almost two hours... Hehe..