Marvel: My Ex-Girlfriend Is Everywhere

"My name is Morrow, and I came here specially for you." The black man looked up with a weird look. "Johnny Blaze."

He looked at Johnny who was packing up and leaving, and picked up the beer bottle on the table and threw it out.

With a "bang", the window shattered, and sunlight came in directly from outside the window.

Johnny hid in the corner subconsciously. The vengeful spirit in his body hated the sun, so he would release it only at night.

Therefore, he always took advantage of his activities during the day and hid in the dark and remote corners at night.

"Ghost Rider, I have heard your story." The black man said inexplicably.

"Do you think you can control it and let it work for you? Are you stronger than this extremely hungry guy?

It is like a curse, tightly entwining you! "

Johnny didn't bother to pay attention to the self-talking stranger, and pushed open the iron door of the Warehouse.

After adapting to the sunlit environment a little bit, he was ready to ride his Yamaha Devil.

Now that this place was found, it means that he should have left. For several years he has been living this kind of wandering life.

"I need your help!" The black man caught up and shouted, "Let's make a deal. This way you are most familiar with it, Johnny."

He took a wrinkled photo from his pocket and placed it on the car body.

"This child, his life and soul are in danger, you must save him."

Johnny grinned and said, "I only punish sinners, I don't know how to save people."

"Then why are you here? Johnny Blaze!" The black man named Molo laughed, his eyes full of jokes.

"You traveled all the way from the place of birth to the other side of the earth, isn't it just for fear that you will become a Ghost Rider completely?"

"All of this is the will of the gods, the curse you bear, and this child, everything starts with the contract you signed."

"He is Mephisto's child. Ghost Rider is best at tracking the smell of demons. Only you can find this child."

Johnny heard the demon's name and his eyelids twitched. He picked up the picture and asked, "What deal do you want to do with me?"

"The monastic society I belong to is very old. It used to be a hell-lord-like demon similar to Mephisto, which raged across the land of Europe. As a result, countless witches were burned to death, and the occult was relegated to heresy.

It wasn't until the holy place magician established a trinity magic system that these hell minions who coveted their souls were expelled. "

Molo belongs to a member of Holy Place, but he did not choose to become a magician, but was responsible for running for the monastic society.

"We have done a lot of research on the devil's contract, and we have enough Ability to lift the curse for you and save the soul, as long as you bring that child."

"Holy place magician is also looking for this kid, but as a Ghost Rider, you have an advantage." Moro said.

He has seen records about Ghost Rider in the ancient books of holy place,

Mephisto's first knight was a Texas Mounted Police named Cartesray.

Once arrested and imprisoned for greed, he signed a contract with the devil in order to regain his freedom.

The second was Johnny Blaze, the stunt driver who once made a sensation in the United States.

They are all possessed by the spirit of vengeance and become Ghost Riders who hunt sinners and absorb souls.

According to the news obtained by holy place magician, Mephisto, the lord of hell, tried to walk in the world in a new way.

Freed from the imprisonment of the material world for its power, a rebirth ceremony will be held soon.

And the body that carries the soul of Mephisto is the child named Danny.

He is a combination of demons and mortals, like a perfect container that can contain all his power.

"Johnny Blaze, you have to find that kid quickly, or Mephisto will come to visit sooner or later."

Moro looked serious, and as far as he knew, the third Ghost Rider had appeared.

The magician of Holy Place in New York detected a strong demonic breath, but it didn't stay long.

Johnny stared at the photo again, remembering the previous communication with Zhou Luo, nodding hoarsely, "I will find him."

Hell's Kitchen, the president's office of the Rand Group.

Three months ago, Ramon, who was still an ordinary executive of the RAND Group and now the new president of the RAND Group, was talking on the phone.

"Okay, Mr. Wesley... is in contact with Yashida Pharmaceutical... Yes, two months later, the Rand Group will have a research team going to Africa..."

Ramon's tone is respectful, and his attitude is humble as if he is about to kneel at the feet of the other party...

No wonder it is often said that this Mr. Ramon was able to be supported to a high position by relying on his sloppy skills.

Even if many people are jealous and jealous, and secretly spread some sour words, Ramon is still very satisfied with today's life.

He knew how many catties he had, and he could be selected by Wesley to sit on the top throne of the Rand Group.

Even if it is a puppet, the life he enjoys is enough to be jealous of the guys on the same level as before.

The current Hell's Kitchen is like a core of huge amounts of, and the Rand Group is the biggest transfer station of Hell's Kitchen.

With all kinds of huge profits, it radiates its influence to the entire city, and then develops and grows into a huge kingdom in the underground world.

So Ramon understood that as long as he was a good puppet, he wouldn't have to worry about money for the rest of his life.

"Ramon Phillips." A hoarse voice awakened him directly.

Almost subconsciously, he raised his hand and wanted to ring the alarm bell under the table.

The owner of the voice rushed out of the shadows quickly, and then with a "click", he snapped Ramon's arm neatly.

The intruder directly removed Ramon's chin to prevent the opponent from howling.

Ramon whimpered in pain, trying to see clearly what the attacker looked like.

What appeared in the line of sight was a tall demon that melted into the dark shadow.

An overlapping double "D" pattern is drawn on the chest, like scarlet blood, dazzling and eye-catching.

There are demon horns on the head, and those eyes that emit indifferent gazes through the hood look like Fire rolling, giving people a kind of invisible pressure.

"Ramon Phillips, you colluded with James Wesley to understand all illegal business in Hell's Kitchen."

The tall demon forcibly held Ramon's head and looked at each other with his eyes that seemed to be burning.

"Tell me everything you know, those sordid and bloody crimes, the countless evil deeds you have committed, confess them all!"

"I don't know... I don't know anything!" Ramon felt like he was suffocating, but he still didn't dare to say anything. .

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