Without receiving any news from Imir or Magdalina for several days, he simply transformed into a Ghost Knight and followed the MiG-26 helicopter to make a move into the Dark Energy Institute.

Imil was shaking his head repeatedly, and suddenly his neck froze.

He remembered something that was not so wonderful, and remembered that at the beginning of the "Avengers" movie, Natasha seemed to be no longer in the Dark Research Institute. Then, it was obvious that she was attracted by Father Terence's false information.

Perhaps, this intelligence has nothing to do with the Dark Energy Research Institute, but rather a clue of a case that Natasha herself is tracking.

Then everything can be explained. Only in this way can we accurately transfer agents like Hei Widow, who have a special identity, from zone·51, without only a few small fish.

"Oh my God, if that's what happened, isn't the day when Dr. Selveg opened the Rosen Bridge and led Rocky to come today? Haha, if the Day of Destruction predicted by Father Terence really happened, then I think this would be the fuse for the explosives."

Just as Imil was smiling bitterly and depressed, Agent Hitville touched his bald head in another surveillance center. Like Imil, he connected the monitor to a satellite in space, and enlarged the image and clearly saw the evil six and the Ghost Knight rushing towards the Dark Energy Research Institute.

"Oh my God, it's Dr. Octopus, Chameleon, Rhino people... The New York police who are in charge of guarding them are all wastes? They actually let this group of dangerous criminals leave the prison! The most annoying thing is that we didn't receive any reports!"

Agent Hitville whispered in a panic, then breathed nervously and dullly: "O my God! How can this skeleton monster move? Unbelievable, there was a flame burning on the motorcycle. How did he appear? Could it be that the devil has descended in the world again?"

"Hitville, maybe, let you tell me right." Hawkeye Patton hurriedly ran into the surveillance center, operated on the computer for a while, and called out a file: "This is a Ghost Rider, a legend that has been circulating in the western folklore since the ancient Middle Ages. Well, I didn't expect that they actually existed. You are right, the ones burning on them are hellfire."

Agent Hitville slapped the surveillance console in surprise and roared in a low voice: "What does this mean? Are you shooting a new movie about Gods and Ghosts? Hellfire, ha, it's damn. Our agents can't deal with this kind of monster!"

Hawkeye Patton shook the bow and arrow in his hand and said to the headset: "Colson, can you hear it? I think it's time to let me attack unless you want to see more agents killed by the skeleton monster."

Agent Colson led a dozen capable SHIELD special forces members to the door of the Iron Institute, holding a telephone and instructing: "Don't do it first, wait for my order..."

In fact, Patton still doesn't understand Johnny. The Ghost Knights only knocked the agents of SHIELD to the ground at most, while the evil six on the other side is the real killer.

They are divided into two different directions towards the Dark Energy Research Institute, forming an angle.

It took about two minutes later that they met at the door of the Imperial Institute.

The S.H.E.L.D. agents patrolling the outside, and the poisonous scorpion who was still unsatisfied with trying to find someone to kill him, grinded his teeth in dissatisfaction, and said to his companions behind him: "I can't believe that nowadays, all my colleagues have become such a rookie. Is it difficult for me to find a decent opponent?"

"Damn God, these kids were hastily filled in S.H.E.L.D. just after they graduated from school? Oh, my god...what is this?"

Before the poisonous scorpion could stop complaining, he met the evil spirit knight who was riding on the flame motorcycle. The evil spirit knight also saw the poisonous scorpion. He grinned and smiled sharply: "Hehe, the guilty person!"

I don't know if it was an illusion. When Johnny was a Ghost Rider, the emotions he could express on his face were much richer than when he was a human being.

Judgmenting the evil man was originally the nature that the Ghost Rider had since his birth. He turned his wheels and rushed towards the evil six.

A scream of horror resounded through the desert...

Before the poisonous scorpion was shocked, the evil spirit knight stopped the motorcycle in front of him, jumped out of the car and said with a strange smile: "Hehe, sinner, look at my eyes... Let me see how many unforgivable sins have you committed!"

The unlucky poisonous scorpion was grabbed by the evil spirit knight and dragged it over hard. The poisonous scorpion was shocked: "Oh my God, what kind of monster is this!" He didn't know much about the dark heroes like the evil spirit knight who only appeared in the legends in the western legend.

The predecessor of the Scorpion was once affiliated with the US Department of Justice, but it mainly faced ordinary crimes. Among the characters he had investigated, Spider-Man was already the most incredible existence.

A magical hero like the Ghost Rider was something he had never even thought about.

A skeleton, who was like a dead soul, burning with flames and no flesh on his face, was holding himself in the dark. This was a scene that the poisonous scorpion feared the most and never appeared in the nightmare.

Perhaps because of his excessive fear, his first reaction when the Ghost Rider was lifted in his hand was: "Hey, this guy's flames have no temperature!"

The poisonous scorpion, who had received professional anti-pressure training, calmed down slightly. He quickly sprayed thick sulfur from his tail and shouted: "Monster, try it and see the sulfur. You don't need to thank me for the free broadcast!"

"Oh, thank you, but I think this makes no sense to me." The Ghost Rider stood coolly, not dodging or avoiding, and letting the scorpion's sulfur spray shoot on his body.

Not only can his Hellfire transform weapons, but his leather jacket was burned. The concentrated sulfuric acid of the poisonous scorpion is not as good as that of the Hellfire. Although it poured the head and face of the evil spirit knight, in fact, even his clothes were not damaged.

"Save me, save me!" The poisonous scorpion screamed in a daze. Thriller Ping, who was catching up with him, raised his hands and aimed the shock cannon in his hand at the evil spirit knight and fired it out. The shock cannon emitted a blurry white light under the moonlight, disrupting the flow of the air, forming a ball of air that hit the evil spirit knight heavily, becoming shattered.
Chapter completed!