In this way, the matter came to an end, and Evanson and Melinda got on the road again. However, this time it was driven by Melinda.

"It's really a strange experience to be with you." Melinda sighed when she recalled what happened just now.

"Hmph, I didn't recruit them, what does it have to do with me?" Evanson said helplessly. "Besides, you have worked in SHIELD for so many years and have you seen something weird?"

"SHIELD, standing on the line of defense between the normal world and the strange world. Hum, I thought I was used to it." Melinda shook her head and smiled bitterly, "But after meeting you, I realized that you were simply between the strange and even more strange worlds."

"What do you mean? I'm pretty normal, okay." Evanson said with a tilted head, "But I like your summary, it sounds quite good."

"By the way, let's throw him there, okay?" Melinda asked. They both got in the car and left. Johnny Blaze, who was forced to be dismantled, was still sitting in the desert with weak hands and feet.

"It's okay, he can't die." Evanson answered indifferently.

"How long will it take for him to recover?" Melinda asked.

"Five or six days." Evanson calculated, "I can't say it right." Then he frowned and said seriously. "Hey, I want to remind you, SHIELD must not make any decisions. He is different from me. He is a slave without freedom, and the only one who can control him is Mephisto, who has signed a contract with him."

"Why, I didn't want to cooperate with him. After all, I've just seen it." Melinda smiled. Although she had been watching from the side just now, she generally knew what was going on. How could she have the idea of ​​cooperating with the devil's line-up puppet? "It just needs routine monitoring."

"Are you serious?" Evanson asked.

"Of course, SHIELD's duties are at this time," said Melinda.

"Then you'd better send a purely kind person." Evanson smiled and said, "He starts to act, but he doesn't show mercy like me."

"Pure good people? Hum..." Melinda shook her head and smiled. There will also be pure good people among the agents? This is simply a joke.

"But there is no need." Evanson laid the seat flat and lay down. "It won't exist for too long, and the devil will not allow his power to float outside for too long. When there is something to do, he will find someone to sign a contract and create a knight. After the contract is completed, he will take back the power of the knight."

"A flash in the pan?" asked Melinda.

"A flash in the pan." Evanson replied weakly.

"Are you okay?" Melinda asked with concern. Evanson, who was resting with his eyes closed, looked quite tired.

"It's okay, the trauma will be cured long ago." Evanson lay on the seat and rubbed his eyes. "But the mana consumption is a bit too high, so you can recover after a while." After saying that, he looked up at the sky. "Ah, the sunshine is so dazzling." He took out a sunglasses from his arms and put them on.

"At this time..." Melinda asked curiously, "Aren't you supposed to be in a coma or vomiting blood?"

Evanson half sat up, lowered his head, and looked at Melinda incredibly through the gap in his sunglasses. "I just consumed my mana more, and I'm not mentally exhausted. Why are you fainting? Besides..." Evanson lay down on the seat again. "I can't understand at all, why do you need to vomit something for mental damage? Do you vomit ganglion?"

"So, it won't take you long to recover?" Melinda asked.

Evanson "That's right, it's within three days." Although the power was also exhausted, Evanson must be faster than the Ghost Rider when he recovered. After all, one was sucked and the other was sucked in the end.

"That's good." Melinda nodded with a smile.

"Thank you for your concern." He said lazyly while sitting in the car, but suddenly he sat up when he was about to fall asleep. "No, after you asked the Knight's recovery time, you asked me again, there must be something wrong!"

"I'm just worried..." Melinda said with her head tilted, "Can you finish that contract on time."

"Oh, I'm really self-indulgent." Evanson said with an expression that could not stand it. "Please, it's me who signed the contract, not you. I'm not in a hurry. Why are you anxious?"

"You're not worried at all?" Melinda asked. Is it good to ask you to have some snacks for such a big deal?

"Hmph..." Evanson smiled and said, "Merlinda's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and she was about to beat someone up and said, "It seems that you were completely frightened by that old guy Mephisto, a living hell? How could it be?"

"First of all, to turn this world into hell, it must be connected to hell, otherwise it can only be regarded as a distorted false hell. However, hell and this world have different dimensions, and even physical rules are different, so the energy required to connect the two worlds is simply incomprehensible. The thousand sinful souls in the Saint-Version Gonza contract are not enough to see."

"But it is possible to twist a small piece of hell that looks like, but the place is not too big, it is only the size of a small town." Evanson slanted Melinda and said, "If I fail, you can apply for an atomic bomb and wipe that place a little?"

"Atomic bomb is useful?" Melinda asked.

"I don't know." Evanson replied in a daze, "I haven't tried..."

"Tsk." Melinda curled her lips, obviously not satisfied with the answer.

"Ah, by the way." Evanson closed his eyes and said in a vague manner. "You said you wanted to monitor the Ghost Rider? That's just right..."

"What?" Melinda thought to herself, didn't you say it was unnecessary? Why is it just now just now getting up again?

"Check it out for me..." Evanson, who was about to fall asleep, rubbed his temples with his index finger and said, "What cemeteries have Johnny Blaze been to recently."

Melinda "Cemetery?"

"Yes, it's the cemetery." Evanson answered affirmatively, "that kind of place is remote, but very historical, well, at least one hundred years of history."

"And..." Evanson added, "There is only one gravekeeper, an old man in his sixties or seventies, whose name is, Carter, well, Carter? Oh, by the way, Carter. I just don't know if he still calls this name."

"A remote cemetery of more than 100 years, a male gravekeeper in his sixties and seventies, has at least used the name Cartersray?" Melinda professionally repeated Evanson's request.
Chapter completed!