Late at night in Los Angeles.

In the empty streets, orange and yellow lights shine on the light black shell of the car. Tianjian Agent Walter sat in the passenger seat of the car, holding a cigarette in his hand, and breathing mist in his mouth towards the window.

This is your second pack tonight. His partner Agent Terrence knocked down the steering wheel and said, "You seem to be sucking more and more frequently recently."

Walter shrugged his shoulders indifferently and lit ash on the edge of the car window: My family advised me to quit several times, saying that it was not good for my lungs... But what if he cares about him? A guy like us, who has to work hard with aliens from time to time, is he still afraid that he will be killed by such a small cigarette in the end?

To be precise, the group of people who were not aliens last week were corrected seriously, and the Earth rulers in two thousand years want to conquer the current Earth... Have you ever read the briefing seriously?

It's almost the same. Future people and aliens are all things you can't afford to provoke. Walter whined, and now we're here again, looking for one...what?

Agent Knight Terrence added to him.

Yes, Knight Walter hummed disdainfully.

The cause of this mission was a strange story in the streets and alleys, about a rumor that had been spreading around the corner recently. It is said that some kind of knight, a hunter, a hunter who specializes in hunting sinful hunters. The commotion he caused at the beginning was that he attacked the nearby gangs and the rioters. The rumor that the worst guy among the criminals who were attacked - to quote that exaggerated description - nothing was left.

Among them was a fierce murderer, who claimed to have suffered more than a dozen lives and had a great reputation among the local gangs. But that guy suddenly evaporated overnight. When his companions in the gang went to his residence to find him, they only found a terrifying black human-shaped outline on the walls of his home. The shadow of the black dust was everything the murderer left in the world, and there was no even a single ashes left.

The evil man judged by the knight will even be destroyed. Walter repeated this sentence that has become popular recently and sneered, how could such a stupid thing be possible?

Who knows, we have seen something more irritating. Terence said, think about it before...

The violent explosion interrupted the conversation between the two, sounding like someone detonating a whole bucket of gasoline. The flames burst out at the corner in front, dyeing the night sky with flames.

Next was the sound of gunfire, and the loud and continuous gunfire echoed in the empty streets and alleys, playing a music that seemed to be despair.

What's going on? Agent Terrence was surprised.

Who knows! Walter bounced off the cigarette butt, opened the car door and jumped out. Perhaps the gangster idiot suddenly decided to give each other a shuttle bullets as gifts.

The two agents snatched it out and quickly ran towards the direction of the flames and gunshots.

Behind the corner of the intersection ahead is a small warehouse. It is openly owned by a pharmaceutical company, but in fact it is the stronghold of a local gang.

Before joining Tianjian, Walter and Terrence played for Hydra. As field agents of a high level in the system, they have also performed several dangerous tasks in Hydra. They have killed people and ate guns. Strictly speaking, they can be regarded as outlaws.

But even so, they have never seen such a scene in their lives.

When they arrived, the flames had basically swallowed up most of the warehouse. The burning demon was rapidly expanding his territory, licking the outer wall of the warehouse and burning everything within the range. The walls were burned red, and the hanging chains were like soldering iron.

The gunshots came from this sea of ​​fire. Several firemen rolled out from the sea of ​​fire. The red and golden flames burned on them, gnawing on their flesh and blood, burning them beyond recognition, making them scream at the top of their lungs, until it seemed that even their last life disappeared in this desperate howl, and their bodies were destroyed.

Several loud howls sounded again in the sea of ​​fire, and the gunshots gradually became rustling. A gangster wearing a silver chain and a black jacket rolled out and crawled out, shouting help vaguely. His expression of horror seemed to be deeply engraved on his face, which was a fear that transcended death and even could control a person's soul. He ran out desperately until he tripped when approaching the door, and then his whole body seemed to be paralyzed and could not get up at all.

Then the two agents also clearly saw the devil's posture.

The blurry shadow emerged from the dazzling flames, and then gradually began to become clear. The figure in the black leather jacket walked out of the sea of ​​fire with slow steps, allowing flames to lick his body. The moment the figure appeared, the atmosphere in the entire warehouse seemed to condense, and the fire that almost lifted the ceiling instantly became his background and his foil.

What imprints the deepest fear in everyone's heart is his head - a skull burning in the ever-extinguishing flame.

The gangster who fell to the ground let out a pig-killing howl. He almost instinctively took out a pistol from behind, and shot the bullets one after another at the slowly approaching figure. But the moment the bullets touched his body, it was burned by the flames - and even if it wasn't for this, it was obviously impossible for the bullet to hurt him.

The magazine was empty, and the pistol made a squeaking cry as the gunman mechanically pulled the trigger again and again. The thing walked to him and stopped.

The howling soared to the climax when the gangster was lifted up by the collar by the thing, and then it stopped abruptly.

Agent Terrence didn't know what language to use to describe this scene. He saw the gangster stop struggling, lower his arms, and stop like a dead body. Then the flames seemed to rise up, instantly covering the body that gave up resistance, burning his flesh, revealing the thick white bones, and then swallowing the bones.

The two agents were stunned. All the experiences and trainings became pale and powerless in front of the burning skeleton. Despair that became instinctive filled their brains, and fear was like the fire that corroded everything spread throughout their limbs and bones.

At this moment, Agent Walter finally remembered the name of this thing, and what the rumor in the streets and alleys called this God of Death-

——Ghost Rider!

The skull slowly turned over, and a fire-like vision shot out from the black eye sockets.
Chapter completed!