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Chapter 332 The Evil Spirit
Los Angeles, late at night.

On the empty street, orange lights shone on the light-black shell of the car.Tianjian agent Walter was sitting on the passenger seat of the car, with a cigarette in his hand, and he was puffing out the window.

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

Walter shrugged indifferently, and lit the ash on the edge of the car window: "My family persuaded me to quit several times, saying that it was bad for my lungs. But who cares? Guys like us, who have to follow up with me from time to time The aliens work so hard, are you afraid that they will be killed by such a small cigarette in the end?"

"To be precise, the group last week were not aliens." His partner corrected solemnly, "They are people from the future, and the ruler of the earth after 2000 wants to conquer the present earth. Have you read the briefing carefully? "

"It's almost the same, people from the future, aliens, they're all things you can't afford to mess with anyway." Walter snorted, "And now we're here again, looking for a... what?"

"Knight." Agent Terence added for him.

"Yes, knight." Walter snorted disdainfully.

The reason for this mission was another strange story in the streets and alleys, about a rumor that had recently spread nearby.It is said that some kind of knight has appeared nearby, a hunter who specializes in hunting evil hunters.His initial uproar was attacking yakuza and bosozoku in the neighborhood, and rumor has it that the worst of the criminals who were attacked—to quote that exaggerated description—had nothing left.

Among them was a vicious murderer who claimed to have taken more than a dozen lives and was well-known among the local gangsters.But such a guy suddenly disappeared overnight.When his fellow gang members went to his residence to look for him the next day, they only found a frightening scorched black silhouette of a human figure on the wall of his home.That black shadow was all that the murderer had left in the world, and there was not even a single ashes left.

"The wicked who are judged by the knights will lose their souls." Walter repeated this sentence that has become popular recently, and laughed, "How could such a stupid thing happen."

"Who knows, it's not like we haven't seen something more ridiculous." Terrence said, "Think about it before"

A violent explosion interrupted the conversation between the two. It sounded like someone had detonated a whole barrel of gasoline.Flames exploded at the corner ahead, dyeing the night sky the color of flames.

Immediately after that came gunshots, loud and continuous gunshots echoed in the empty streets and alleys, playing like a desperate movement.

"What's the situation?" Agent Trent was taken aback.

"God knows!" Walter flicked the cigarette butt, opened the car door and jumped out, "Maybe the idiots in the gang suddenly decided to give each other a bunch of bullets as gifts."

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

Behind the corner of the intersection ahead is a small warehouse.On the surface it is owned by a pharmaceutical company, but in fact it is the stronghold of a local gangster.

Walter and Terrence had worked for Hydra before joining Tianjian. As field agents with a high level in the system, they also performed several dangerous missions in Hydra.They have killed people and taken guns, and they can be regarded as desperadoes in a strict sense.

But even so, they have never seen anything like this in their life.

When they arrived, the flames had basically engulfed most of the warehouse.The burning demon is rapidly expanding its domain, licking the outer wall of the warehouse and burning everything within its reach.The walls were burnt red, and the chains hung like soldering irons.

The gunshots came from this sea of ​​flames.Several "Firemen" rolled out of the sea of ​​flames, and the red-golden flames blazed on them, gnawing at their flesh, burning them beyond recognition, and making them howl at the top of their lungs until it seemed Even the last life was lost in this desperate howl, and the body was also wiped out.

There were several loud and miserable howls in the sea of ​​flames, followed by the sound of gunfire, which gradually became rustling.A gangster wearing a silver chain and a black jacket scrambled out, yelling "Help" vaguely.The frightened expression seemed to be deeply engraved on his face. It was a fear that surpassed death and could even dominate a person's soul.He ran out desperately until he stumbled when he was approaching the door, and then his whole body seemed to be paralyzed, and he couldn't get up at all.

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

A vague shadow emerged from the blindingly bright flame, and then gradually began to become clear.The figure in black leather walked out of the flames at a leisurely pace, letting the flames lick his body continuously.The moment that figure appeared, the atmosphere in the entire warehouse seemed to freeze, and the raging fire that almost lifted the ceiling instantly became his background, his foil.

And it is his head that engraves the deepest fear in everyone's heart—a skull burning in an eternal flame.

The punk who fell to the ground let out howls like killing a pig.Almost instinctively, he took out a pistol from behind, and fired bullets at the slowly approaching figure one after another.But the moment the bullet touched his body, he was incinerated by the flames - and even if it weren't for that, it was obviously impossible for the bullet to hurt him.

The magazine was emptied, and the pistol let out a "click" sound as the gunner mechanically pulled the trigger again and again.The thing came up to him and stopped.

The howling sound reached its climax when the gangster was lifted by the collar by that thing, and then stopped abruptly.

Agent Trent didn't know what words to use to describe this scene.He saw the bastard stop struggling, dropped his arms, and stopped like a corpse.Then the flames seemed to rise from the ground, instantly covering the body that gave up resistance, burning his flesh and skin, revealing the white bones, and then devouring even the bones.

The two agents were stunned in place.All the experience, all the training, at this moment, in front of this burning skeleton, has become pale and powerless.Despair that became instinct filled their brains, and fear spread throughout their limbs like a blazing fire that corroded everything.

At this moment, Agent Walter finally remembered the name of this thing, and remembered how the rumors in the streets and alleys called this death-like thing——

--Ghost Rider!
The skull slowly turned around, and a fiery gaze shot out of the black eye sockets.

"You... are all guilty!!!"

(End of this chapter)