New Flash Marvel Reborn

Chapter 146
A harmless uncle's face, wrinkled and wrinkled face, clear eyes.Although he is still wearing the handsome and trendy black jacket, it still takes a little brainstorming to connect him with the ghost rider who transformed not long ago with a burning skull.

But the facts are there, you can't help but believe it.Former motorcycle stunt western star, Johnny Blaster, is the real Ghost Rider.

Ghost Rider once staged a chase battle with the police in the western city, and since then he has entered the vision of S.H.I.E.L.D.S.H.I.E.L.D. attempted to contact him in an attempt to control Ghost Rider's power, but it proved futile.Later, S.H.I.E.L.D. saved his contact information so that he could be contacted whenever an incident like this happened.

But no one could keep the cursed knight, and he hurried on his journey after the task was completed.But the future is long, since we are also on the earth in this chaotic universe, there must be a chance to meet each other in the future.

In the next few days, the days should be said to be rare and peaceful.

There are no aliens invading the earth, no emperors trying to conquer the world, just dealing with small city fights for a few days.

As the evening approached, Fecia cooked Chinese food with the jerky technique she had just learned, while Abbott sat on the sofa and read the newspaper.Irina sat in the room in a daze, not knowing what to calculate.

"Add the right amount of salt, cooking wine, and pepper to the minced meat." Fecia focused on a recipe magazine, trying to try a certain magical food called 'Three Fresh Spring Rolls with Chives'.

"Fold the two sides again, apply an appropriate amount of water starch on the bottom to seal, and wrap it well"

In the living room, Abt had already squinted his eyes, desperately trying to manipulate the lens of the eyes to focus his sight on the rows of tiny words on the newspaper, but finally gave up after several consecutive failures.

Dejectedly rubbing his swollen temples, he closed his eyes and asked loudly, "Did your brother say when he'll be back?"

"No."

"Then I'll give him a call."

There was a lot of movement in the living room, and there were gasps.Through the sound, Fecia could imagine her father, who was seriously ill, trying to stand up.

"No, let me come."

Felicia rushed out of the kitchen, picked up the receiver first, and dialed her brother's cell phone number.

"Brother, what do I want to ask you? The noise over there is too loud. I can't hear you clearly. It's like you're flying a helicopter."

Although Brad wasn't flying the helicopter, answering the phone while running at supersonic speed might be noisier than a helicopter that was launched at zero distance.

By the time the fast-rewinding image-like scene returned to stillness, Brad had already stepped on the top of the pile of cargo boxes at the pier, half squatting and looking at a group of gangsters who were talking more than 200 meters away.

That was his goal tonight.He patrolled in the past two days and accidentally uncovered a drug smuggling network involving people all over New York. If any policeman cracks this case, it can be said to be a great achievement.But for a person who has saved the Earth more times than he can count, and even helped the Cosmic Interpol take down the lair of the Galactic Empire, this is not even a pastime.

Felicia's voice on the phone finally became clearer: "My dad and I just want to know if you will come back for dinner."

Brad stood up, squatted on the cargo box less than ten steps away from the group of people, "Well, if there are no accidents, there should be no problem."

The voice was not too low, and the blue sun-like uniform was indeed not suitable for covert operations.Those drug dealers would have been fired a long time ago if they couldn't find the big living man next to them.

"What do you mean should be no accident? I personally cooked the 'Three Fresh Spring Rolls with Chives' today, you must come back and try it." Fethia's dissatisfied voice asked, "Where are you now?"

Today, Brad deliberately waited until the day when the big fish would bite the bait himself.The big drug lord behind this gang, who seldom shows up, rarely makes an appearance, and now he is sitting in the Maybach behind him.

"It's him! The Flash!"

I don't know who was the first to call out, and the scene immediately became chaotic.Almost everyone present showed their guns, and in vain flung the bullets at Brad, who was still holding the phone to his ear.

The only and most obvious effect of doing this is that Fessia can only hear a series of explosion-like firecrackers again, but nothing can be heard.

"Don't hang up yet."

Brad threw the phone into the air without hesitation, and the moment he left his hand, the shot was already head-on.Yes, instead of getting out of the way, I ran towards the bullets full of eyes.

The bullet reflected on the retina is stationary, and it is easy to avoid or move away.The blue light and shadow rushed into the rain of bullets, and the bullets in his direction all flew towards the sides as if possessed by a demon.

Like a split body technique, the flying figures are divided into nine parts, and each figure rushes through a gap between them, and the few people in a small area are bound to be turned on their backs.Nine afterimages rushed out, and when the entity returned to the starting point to catch the dropped mobile phone and put it back to its ear, he was the only one left standing in the audience.

The Maybach that was sitting on the big drug lord didn't have time to start until this time, the engine let out a desperate roar, and rushed out with power far exceeding the speed limit of the city.

There was a flash of lightning, chasing after it like a shot of light, but the phone was still not put down in his hand.

Felicia heard the ringing on the phone for a while, and the gunshots for a while, feeling helpless, and decided to hang up first.

There was a "plop" sound from behind.

Fecia turned her head and saw that Abbott looked pained and curled up on the floor.

The Maybach frantically smashed through countless obstacles placed on the pier, and rushed towards the street angrily.

When the limit speed is mentioned in an instant, you can rush to the street in the blink of an eye. If the foot brake is applied.

The 2.7-ton body of the Maybach slammed head-on into a red-painted metal cargo box, crushing the front of the car, but barely stopping the car.

In the lobby of the Manhattan Police Department, a blue storm blows the files piled up in the sky like snowflakes.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a driver and a boss were packed and handcuffed and sat together in the lobby.

Beside them were stacks of evidence in clear plastic bags, enough to get them jailed several times.

Coming out of the police station, Brad finally stopped speeding in the back alley, and the buzzing on the phone also stopped.

"I'll be back now, Felicia."

An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Quick! Come back and dad him!"

In an instant, the world seemed to lose its color.

(End of this chapter)