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Chapter 300
chapter 0164 part 3
"A bald guy asked me to ask you something. He wants to form an Organization of super boys to fight the end of the world, alien invasion, and he wants to recruit you. Are you interested?"
Tony Stark hung up Phil Coulson's call and asked Johnny Blaze perfunctorily.
"An Organization?!" Johnny Blaze shook his head with a bitter smile. "These past years, I haven't been able to go home, just drifting Outside, waiting for Mephisto to come back for me..."
"I want to get my revenge on him. Dealing with this old Devil is too dangerous. I can't involve others, and besides—"
Johnny Blaze pointed to his eyes. "I don't think you'll like these eyes. Once I transform and face evil, I can't even control these Eyes of Judgment myself!"
"Furthermore, the definition of the Eye of Judgment is very broad. Everyone has Sins, everyone has Original Sin. No one can withstand its Judgment!"
Tony Stark had already anticipated this result. Two Agents who didn't even dare to meet him face-to-face wanted to recruit the Ghost Rider.
"This is my private contact information. If you encounter Mephisto and need help, give me a call at this phone number!"
Tony Stark took out a pen, tore off a sticky note from a pad on the bar wall, wrote down his phone number, and handed it to Johnny Blaze.
Johnny Blaze didn't reach out to take the sticky note from Tony Stark's hand.
He knew the cruelty and cunning of Mephisto, that old Devil, and he didn't want to involve others.
"I'm very interested in Mephisto, this mythical Devil. If Hell truly exists, then it should be another Parallel World, or perhaps another Dimension!
Theoretically, no matter what kind of creature, they are nothing more than the difference between physical form and energy. In this material world, nothing is absolutely powerful. Even a Devil, given enough time, perhaps I can develop weapons capable of killing Devils..."
Tony Stark said confidently to Johnny Blaze.
"If you truly want revenge, to get rid of, or kill that Devil, I think you'll need help!"
Johnny Blaze hesitated for a moment, looked at Tony Stark's confident expression, took the note from his hand, and put it into his pocket.
"There's one more matter I need your help with!"
Tony Stark looked at Johnny Blaze with slight excitement! Johnny Blaze looked at Tony Stark with doubt.
"I need to collect data from you when you transform into the Ghost Rider, so I can visually evaluate Mephisto's strength!"
Tony Stark stated his idea.
"That's dangerous. The strength of the Eye of Judgment is not something I can control freely!"
Johnny Blaze shook his head, not agreeing with Tony Stark's idea.
"My Iron Suit can fly tens of thousands of feet high. Your ability doesn't seem to include flight. Don't worry, I'll maintain a safe distance!"
Tony Stark insisted on his idea.
"Alright then! If you see things going wrong, immediately fly your Iron Suit into the air!"
Johnny Blaze had also seen Tony Stark's Iron Suit on television. After thinking about it, and confirming there was no danger, he reluctantly nodded in agreement.
...
Tony Stark retrieved his briefcase containing the Iron Suit from the bartender, and he and Johnny Blaze walked out of the bar one after the other.
When they saw Johnny Blaze come out, Phil Coulson and Nick Fury hid in the car.
"We need to find an open place!"
Johnny Blaze got on his motorcycle and turned his head to look at Tony Stark.
Tony Stark placed the briefcase in his hand flat on the ground and stepped onto it with both feet.
Click, click, click, click, click...
The briefcase quickly transformed. Metal parts wrapped around Tony Stark's feet and rapidly spread upwards. Soon, Tony Stark was encased in a gold and red Iron Armor.
Johnny Blaze gave Tony Stark a thumbs-up, then started his motorcycle, twisting the accelerator all the way.
The motorcycle roared and sped off into the distance along the Interstate Highway.
Whoosh! Tony Stark's Iron Suit's palms and soles simultaneously sprayed light blue energy flames, and the gold and red Iron Suit carried Tony Stark soaring into the sky!
"Officer!"
Phil Coulson, sitting in the driver's seat, turned his head to look at Nick Fury!
"Follow them and see!" Nick Fury ordered.
Phil Coulson shifted the car, which he hadn't turned off, into gear, stepped on the accelerator, and chased after them in the direction Johnny Blaze's motorcycle had gone.
How fast could a motorcycle go at its fastest?
The fastest motorcycle in the world was the Dodge Tomahawk produced by Chrysler Car Company, sharing its name with the Tomahawk Missile, which was enough to indicate its speed was extremely fast, reaching a maximum speed of six hundred seventy-six kilometers per hour.
Of course, no one in the world dared to ride a motorcycle that fast, except for lunatics and those not afraid of death.
Johnny Blaze was someone not afraid of death, because he couldn't die.
Over the years, it wasn't that he hadn't tried to commit suicide, but the Spirit of Vengeance inside his body seemed to have granted him an undying body.
When he encountered danger, he would transform into the immortal and indestructible Ghost Rider.
It was ironic; death had even become a luxury for him, as if constantly reminding him.
That his soul already had an owner, pre-booked by a Devil.
Johnny Blaze floored the accelerator. The motorcycle, modified by Hellfire, surged to a speed of over five hundred kilometers per hour.
On the Interstate Highway, where the road conditions weren't great, it seemed even the wind was left behind by Johnny Blaze.
Also left behind by him were Agent Phil Coulson, driving the car, and his Black Person Officer.
If it weren't for the fact that this Interstate Highway had no forks in the road, Phil Coulson would have had some suspicion that Johnny Blaze had turned onto a side road.
You know, he had the accelerator floored, and his speed was already over two hundred fifty mph.
How fast could a motorcycle be?
There were fewer and fewer vehicles on the road, and a large expanse of empty open field appeared on both sides of the Highway.
Johnny Blaze twisted the handlebars, and the motorcycle leaped, flying directly off the Highway into the air.
Tony Stark high in the air thought Johnny Blaze's high-speed motorcycle had gotten into an accident, and was about to dive down to save him.
The flying motorcycle was suddenly enveloped by a ball of flames in mid-air with a whoosh.
Flames surged, enveloping the motorcycle beneath Johnny Blaze. The motorcycle was like it was undergoing quenching; the handlebars elongated in the flames, a cool skull decoration appeared in the middle, the body became more ornate, and the enveloping flames were like rising, cool, three-dimensional flame patterns.
Riding what looked like a Hell Soul Battle Vehicle, Johnny Blaze also underwent a great change in image at this moment.
His head, the flesh and blood, had completely vanished, revealing a skull wrapped in flames. He turned his head to look up, and two balls of fire seemed to be burning in the eye sockets of the flaming skull.
He extended his black gloves wrapped in flames, beckoned to Tony Stark high in the air, twisted the accelerator, and rode towards the open field.
A scorched black trail of flame tire tracks extended from his motorcycle all the way into the open field.
Going home tomorrow, I'll be able to see my son, haha.
(End of chapter)
"A bald guy asked me to ask you something. He wants to form an Organization of super boys to fight the end of the world, alien invasion, and he wants to recruit you. Are you interested?"
Tony Stark hung up Phil Coulson's call and asked Johnny Blaze perfunctorily.
"An Organization?!" Johnny Blaze shook his head with a bitter smile. "These past years, I haven't been able to go home, just drifting Outside, waiting for Mephisto to come back for me..."
"I want to get my revenge on him. Dealing with this old Devil is too dangerous. I can't involve others, and besides—"
Johnny Blaze pointed to his eyes. "I don't think you'll like these eyes. Once I transform and face evil, I can't even control these Eyes of Judgment myself!"
"Furthermore, the definition of the Eye of Judgment is very broad. Everyone has Sins, everyone has Original Sin. No one can withstand its Judgment!"
Tony Stark had already anticipated this result. Two Agents who didn't even dare to meet him face-to-face wanted to recruit the Ghost Rider.
"This is my private contact information. If you encounter Mephisto and need help, give me a call at this phone number!"
Tony Stark took out a pen, tore off a sticky note from a pad on the bar wall, wrote down his phone number, and handed it to Johnny Blaze.
Johnny Blaze didn't reach out to take the sticky note from Tony Stark's hand.
He knew the cruelty and cunning of Mephisto, that old Devil, and he didn't want to involve others.
"I'm very interested in Mephisto, this mythical Devil. If Hell truly exists, then it should be another Parallel World, or perhaps another Dimension!
Theoretically, no matter what kind of creature, they are nothing more than the difference between physical form and energy. In this material world, nothing is absolutely powerful. Even a Devil, given enough time, perhaps I can develop weapons capable of killing Devils..."
Tony Stark said confidently to Johnny Blaze.
"If you truly want revenge, to get rid of, or kill that Devil, I think you'll need help!"
Johnny Blaze hesitated for a moment, looked at Tony Stark's confident expression, took the note from his hand, and put it into his pocket.
"There's one more matter I need your help with!"
Tony Stark looked at Johnny Blaze with slight excitement! Johnny Blaze looked at Tony Stark with doubt.
"I need to collect data from you when you transform into the Ghost Rider, so I can visually evaluate Mephisto's strength!"
Tony Stark stated his idea.
"That's dangerous. The strength of the Eye of Judgment is not something I can control freely!"
Johnny Blaze shook his head, not agreeing with Tony Stark's idea.
"My Iron Suit can fly tens of thousands of feet high. Your ability doesn't seem to include flight. Don't worry, I'll maintain a safe distance!"
Tony Stark insisted on his idea.
"Alright then! If you see things going wrong, immediately fly your Iron Suit into the air!"
Johnny Blaze had also seen Tony Stark's Iron Suit on television. After thinking about it, and confirming there was no danger, he reluctantly nodded in agreement.
...
Tony Stark retrieved his briefcase containing the Iron Suit from the bartender, and he and Johnny Blaze walked out of the bar one after the other.
When they saw Johnny Blaze come out, Phil Coulson and Nick Fury hid in the car.
"We need to find an open place!"
Johnny Blaze got on his motorcycle and turned his head to look at Tony Stark.
Tony Stark placed the briefcase in his hand flat on the ground and stepped onto it with both feet.
Click, click, click, click, click...
The briefcase quickly transformed. Metal parts wrapped around Tony Stark's feet and rapidly spread upwards. Soon, Tony Stark was encased in a gold and red Iron Armor.
Johnny Blaze gave Tony Stark a thumbs-up, then started his motorcycle, twisting the accelerator all the way.
The motorcycle roared and sped off into the distance along the Interstate Highway.
Whoosh! Tony Stark's Iron Suit's palms and soles simultaneously sprayed light blue energy flames, and the gold and red Iron Suit carried Tony Stark soaring into the sky!
"Officer!"
Phil Coulson, sitting in the driver's seat, turned his head to look at Nick Fury!
"Follow them and see!" Nick Fury ordered.
Phil Coulson shifted the car, which he hadn't turned off, into gear, stepped on the accelerator, and chased after them in the direction Johnny Blaze's motorcycle had gone.
How fast could a motorcycle go at its fastest?
The fastest motorcycle in the world was the Dodge Tomahawk produced by Chrysler Car Company, sharing its name with the Tomahawk Missile, which was enough to indicate its speed was extremely fast, reaching a maximum speed of six hundred seventy-six kilometers per hour.
Of course, no one in the world dared to ride a motorcycle that fast, except for lunatics and those not afraid of death.
Johnny Blaze was someone not afraid of death, because he couldn't die.
Over the years, it wasn't that he hadn't tried to commit suicide, but the Spirit of Vengeance inside his body seemed to have granted him an undying body.
When he encountered danger, he would transform into the immortal and indestructible Ghost Rider.
It was ironic; death had even become a luxury for him, as if constantly reminding him.
That his soul already had an owner, pre-booked by a Devil.
Johnny Blaze floored the accelerator. The motorcycle, modified by Hellfire, surged to a speed of over five hundred kilometers per hour.
On the Interstate Highway, where the road conditions weren't great, it seemed even the wind was left behind by Johnny Blaze.
Also left behind by him were Agent Phil Coulson, driving the car, and his Black Person Officer.
If it weren't for the fact that this Interstate Highway had no forks in the road, Phil Coulson would have had some suspicion that Johnny Blaze had turned onto a side road.
You know, he had the accelerator floored, and his speed was already over two hundred fifty mph.
How fast could a motorcycle be?
There were fewer and fewer vehicles on the road, and a large expanse of empty open field appeared on both sides of the Highway.
Johnny Blaze twisted the handlebars, and the motorcycle leaped, flying directly off the Highway into the air.
Tony Stark high in the air thought Johnny Blaze's high-speed motorcycle had gotten into an accident, and was about to dive down to save him.
The flying motorcycle was suddenly enveloped by a ball of flames in mid-air with a whoosh.
Flames surged, enveloping the motorcycle beneath Johnny Blaze. The motorcycle was like it was undergoing quenching; the handlebars elongated in the flames, a cool skull decoration appeared in the middle, the body became more ornate, and the enveloping flames were like rising, cool, three-dimensional flame patterns.
Riding what looked like a Hell Soul Battle Vehicle, Johnny Blaze also underwent a great change in image at this moment.
His head, the flesh and blood, had completely vanished, revealing a skull wrapped in flames. He turned his head to look up, and two balls of fire seemed to be burning in the eye sockets of the flaming skull.
He extended his black gloves wrapped in flames, beckoned to Tony Stark high in the air, twisted the accelerator, and rode towards the open field.
A scorched black trail of flame tire tracks extended from his motorcycle all the way into the open field.
Going home tomorrow, I'll be able to see my son, haha.
(End of chapter)
