American comic world demon hunter

When Johnny Blaze climbed out of bed, time had not passed too long, and the sun was not much stronger than when it first rose.

However, even though it was November, and even though the weather was not hot at this time, Johnny's body and heart were still as painful as heat stroke.

"water"

Johnny yelled hoarsely, and he struggled to look around. This was a small room with no running water, no TV, no computer, no murals, no decorations, only a broken bed and a handful that looked old. Chair.

Suddenly, Johnny was stunned, great, that's water, that's a cup with water

Johnny staggered over to the water glass. Without even looking at whether the water was drinkable, he directly picked it up, brought it to his mouth, and poured it into his mouth.

The water was gone, but Johnny's thirst did not lessen. He followed the direction of the water glass to find the kettle, and poured the bottle of water into his stomach. His stomach was like a bottomless pit, and the two-liter bottle was almost full. Johnny drank all the kettle in one gulp

"What happened last night, where is this place, what happened to me?"

Johnny growled in a low voice. He looked at his hands. In his eyes, the flesh and blood hands seemed to have turned into a pair of flaming hand bones.

"No"

Johnny shook his head hard to dispel the phantom-like memories in his heart. He staggered out of the wooden house, and then he saw the cemetery lined with tombstones in front of him.

This cemetery looks particularly familiar. Whenever that day comes, Johnny will always go here to pay homage to his father. This is the cemetery in his hometown. Damn it, why did he come here? Moreover, those absurd things in his mind What happened to the memories?

Just when Johnny was full of confusion, he suddenly saw two people, one was young and the other was old. The young man had smooth and unrestrained white hair and was wearing a long red windbreaker, a black shirt, and black pants. , his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms.

As for the older one, he was dressed in cowboy clothes. This appearance was not unusual, but the old man's eyes were as full of vitality as the young people around him.

What's even more frightening is that Johnny sees the truth that he doesn't want to accept through the joking eyes of the young and old.

"Is this your territory? I'm Johnny. Thank you for the water. God, I just felt like I was on fire."

Johnny said something incoherently. As he spoke, he watched the man in red trench coat sneer.

"You were indeed on fire just now."

Dante grinned and took two steps in Johnny's direction. Unexpectedly, Johnny seemed to be nervous. As Dante approached, he quickly backed away.

"Hey, don't come here, stay away from me, I'm in danger"

Johnny yelled instinctively, because his chaotic and disordered memory told him that he seemed to have hurt others.

Hearing Johnny's nervous voice, Dante nodded slightly, this guy is not bad.

"I am Dante, demon hunter Dante. I think you need my help. It looks like you are in trouble."

"Demon Hunter"

Johnny shouted in surprise, what the hell kind of profession is this? Has the world changed? Compared with the devil hunter, his profession as a motorcycle stuntman sounds too ordinary.

"That's right, Demon Hunter, don't deny its significance."

Dante spread his hands towards Johnny, he walked to Johnny, put his arm around Johnny's shoulders, and said softly.

"As you heard, I am a hunter who hunts demons. I walk around the world, only chasing all the creatures of hell and killing them. And now, I think I have found my target."

"Shit, I'm not the devil you talk about. I didn't want to kill anyone."

As soon as Dante finished speaking, Johnny shouted hysterically. He tried hard with both hands to move Dante's arm away, but his weak strength could not move Dante at all.

"Relax" Dante held Johnny in his arms and walked towards the garage. As he walked, he said: "You are not my goal. It is my goal to make you become the guy like last night. Why, are you willing to hide you?" Please tell me a little bit about the past.”

"Go away, I have nothing in the past. I am just a motorcyclist. I keep challenging world records. Damn it, are you a reporter under the guise? I should have thought of it a long time ago. Demon hunter. Only a ghost can believe in demons. Damn it"

Johnny kept questioning Dante's identity. In fact, what he really questioned was his memories. In his absurd memories, he turned into a burning skeleton and killed a manipulator after midnight. The devil of dirt also killed the robber who was robbing a fat woman.

That's unbelievable. There's no way I could kill someone, absolutely. But why is my memory so clear?

Johnny's eyes fell into confusion, and he remembered more things, the past, youth, lover, father, he was reminiscing.

Eleven years ago, Johnny Blazer lived with his father, Barton Blazer. They lived in a circus and performed motorcycle stunts for a living.

Johnny, who has just grown up, is gradually tired of this kind of life. He wants to leave, leave the life arranged by his father, leave this unchanging town, and leave this place that is about to make him lose his happiness.

Yes, if Johnny continues to stay here, he will eventually lose his happiness.

Johnny fell in love with a girl, a girl who was as quiet and gentle as the moon. She had eyes like autumn water and eyebrows like catkins.

She is Roxanne, who is her father's lifelong enemy, the daughter of the small town police chief, who is just like her father, an old stubbornness. As long as she is still here, she and Roxanne will never be together. A chance to be together, forever

In front of the oak tree on the south slope of the town, Johnny and Roxanne met here. They held each other's hands, and they carved their names on the tree together. They cuddled up and looked at the falling sunset, and they shared each other. the smell.

"Next Friday, we will still meet here. I want to leave here with you, go to a place where no one knows us, and enjoy our life there, a truly free and happy life."

Johnny made a promise to Roxanne, and Roxanne blushed. She nodded seriously, and then put her sweet lips into Johnny's mouth.

The plan went on in an orderly manner. The two of them kept collecting the money they had saved. They put together all the light things they could take away. Johnny even rummaged through his house until he was sorting it out. At that time, a case was discovered.

Gastric cancer, late stage

What a terrible case, what a terrible piece of paper, and the name written on this paper is none other than his father, Barton Blazer.

"He's going to die, he's going to die."

Johnny sat in his room in pain, and he put the medical chart back to its original place. There was only one day until the date he agreed with Roxanne, but at this time, Johnny still had the intention to keep the appointment.

Johnny stretched out his hand to cover his head in pain. He could hear his father grunting in pain in the bedroom next door. His father might not be able to survive even two months. Damn it, who can help him? help us

Countless guys who have fallen to hell will always make innocent excuses in the end. It is not that I am born to yearn for hell, but that when I pray for the suffering I have endured, help from hell always comes earlier than from heaven.

This sentence is the same for Johnny. When he needed help, he got the help he wanted. It was an old man with gray hair and short stature. The old man opened his door inexplicably and appeared in his room. Inside, the old man was holding a crutch inlaid with a silver-white skull. The old man stood energetically, looked at Johnny meaningfully, and said.

"Hot Johnny"

"yes"

Johnny answered hastily, his name is Johnny Blaze, and Blaze means fiery, so the father and son were called Explosive Button and Explosive Johnny.

After hearing Johnny's absent-minded answer, the old man silently walked to his side and said something faintly.

"I'm here just to tell you that I admire your riding skills."

"Oh, thank you."

"Maybe one day you'll ride for me, Johnny."

"What?" Johnny was stunned for a moment. He finally raised his head and glanced at the old man: "Are you also arranging shows?"

"I make the best show in the world."

The old man smiled coldly, and a flash of lightning suddenly lit up in the sky. Johnny suddenly became nervous. Even he didn't know why he was nervous. In the sound of his extremely fast heartbeat, he heard the old man's next words.

"What's wrong, Johnny, are you worried about your father?"

Johnny was stunned. He even forgot to ask the old man's identity, but asked directly

"How did you know"

"Even a blind man can tell that he is sick, and he is very sick. Cancer. The most terrifying thing about this disease is its persistence. It will bring long-term pain and suffering to your loved ones and your life. It will change because of this, and your plans will have to change.”

"Who are you, and why do you know this?" Johnny shouted loudly, plan, plan, damn, why did he know about his and Roxanne's plan?

The old man coughed slightly and said.

"Those are not important, Johnny, what is important is that I have a way to cure him. If I can cure him, if I can make your father get rid of cancer, if I can realize this dream of yours, So, are you willing to make a deal with me for this?"

"How much money do you want, I agree, no matter how much it is, I will find a way to give it to you."

At this moment, Johnny was even ready to rob the bank. Unexpectedly, when the old man heard his words, he just sneered.

"Money, banknotes, gold, diamonds, beauties, those are not what I want, Johnny, I want your soul."

"hehe"

Johnny turned around in disappointment. Damn it, it turned out that he had met a psychopath.

Unexpectedly, the old man came behind Johnny, and he reached out and gently pressed Johnny's shoulder.

"What would you do if what I said was true?"

"Okay, if that's true, of course I will agree. God knows what my soul looks like."

"You agreed, Johnny. Tomorrow morning your father will be as strong as a horse and I will fulfill my promise. Now it's your turn to sign this contract."

As the old man spoke, he suddenly took out a roll of parchment from the pocket of his suit. He unfolded the parchment and brought a contract to Johnny. Johnny was full of confusion and planned to take the parchment and take a look. Who The moment his right hand touched the parchment, his right hand was suddenly cut by an inexplicable presence. A drop of blood fell from his finger, leaving a bright red mark on the white contract.

"That's it, Johnny, I'll wait for you to fulfill your promise."

The old man rolled up the parchment silently and left quietly, but Johnny had already fallen asleep.

When he woke up, he jumped out of bed.

"What the hell, what happened to me?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with you? Why are you making such a fuss? Do you know my little secret, my son?"

Johnny, who had just asked himself, suddenly heard his father's voice. He saw his father standing at his door with a sunny face. His father's eyes were full of power, as if he had returned to his youth.

"Johnny, okay, now it's time to talk to you. I had a physical examination a few days ago, and the damn doctor said I had stomach cancer, and it was still in the late stage. But when I went for a follow-up visit this morning, damn it , it turned out that the doctor made a mistake, your father and I are as strong as a horse."