People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

"Hi, Miss Beyoncé, I'm your fan." Mike dressed like a dog, and greeted a hot chocolate beauty in a gentlemanly manner.

"Hey Jim, I really like your portrayal of Sheldon."

"Selena! My God,..."

Early morning, luxury suite.

The phone is vibrating.

Mike carefully moved away from the round-faced girl lying on his body, and picked up the phone.

It's Coulson.

Mike frowned, suddenly feeling ominous in his heart.

The round-faced girl opened her eyes and looked at Mike with a smile. Obviously, Mike's performance last night satisfied her very much.

"What's for breakfast?" Selina asked.

"Eat..." Mike swallowed, talked as he spoke, and pulled down the quilt for a few meanings.

"What to eat, we'll discuss later... Last night, 'eel is hungry and there is abalone', today you are hungry." Taking a breath, Mike pointed to the phone with great perseverance, "I'll answer the call."

pia!

Mike patted together on the big white steamed bun.

Come to the hall.

The connect key was pressed.

"Mike..." It could be heard that Coulson suppressed his anger.

Mike listened quietly to Coulson before finally hanging up.

"Sorry, Selena, I'm afraid I have to go, right now."

"Can't you just stay for half an hour?"

"Forehead……"

Half an hour... Who do you look down on.

Mike had already heard the sound of the helicopter, and he shrugged helplessly: "It's a very pleasant evening, so Miss Gomez, I'm sorry, we will meet later."

Mike knocks on Stark's door.

Beyoncé, who opened the door, was wearing a bathrobe and serving coffee. She smiled and asked Mike, "Come in, have a cup of coffee?"

"No, thank you." Mike stood at the door.

Stark got dressed and walked out.

set off.

on the helicopter.

"Bird. Beast." Mike squinted at Stark.

"Haha." Stark said: "I know, you are more interested in Beyoncé, right, why don't you start?"

"Playboys also have a bottom line, so they won't attack married women."

"Tch." Stark said: "The husband and wife have been playing their own games for a long time, and the entertainment circle is very chaotic."

"Forget it, what do you think?" Mike asked.

"It's very moist, but my waist is a little sore."

"Who asked you this? I'm asking about what Coulson said on the phone in the morning."

"Oh."

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Coulson's face sank like water, catching the rhythm of whoever wanted to scold him.

Mike understood.

In fact, his heart was heavy.

This place is a large warehouse, surrounded by various obstacles, dummies, and targets—it was originally a venue for police officers to simulate actual combat.

The heartland was cleared out.

There are more than two dozen corpses.

They are still being carried in one after another.

Coulson said: "It's confirmed, one hundred and eight...all of them are the police officers who participated in the hunt for Ghost Rider last night, damn it!!!"

Mike lifted the white cloth, and the death of the deceased was no different from being killed by the Ghost Rider—the eyes were burned until there were only two holes left.

Mike asked, "Johnny?"

Coulson shook his head: "No, Johnny is locked in a special prison, with cameras and manual monitoring 24 hours a day. Last night, Johnny didn't even become a Ghost Rider."

"In addition, there are good and bad in any group. I don't believe that these one hundred and eight police officers should all be killed. Mike, there is another ghost rider who killed people outside, and it was Chiguo's murder."

Mike thought of Carter Slay.

Coulson said: "I sent agents to the church and searched every inch of the land, but I didn't find Carter Sley, and..."

Coulson took out a stack of photos, which showed the dead bodies of the five priests last night.

"Suicide?"

"No, the evidence shows that it was indeed suicide. The possibility of supernatural interference cannot be ruled out."

According to the teachings of the church, suicide is an infamous death and cannot go to heaven after death.

If it was suicide, what made him make such a choice?

"Could it be Carter? Why?" Mike said in a low voice.

Judging the real Carter Slay based on "Carter Slay" in the movie.

Sure enough, it was too naive.

"Mike, it's not your fault." Coulson thought Mike was blaming himself.

"Yes, it's not my fault. I'm not a god, and I can't control all accidents. No, God can't do it either." Mike looked up, with a frightening light in his eyes, "I really can't prevent their deaths, but I can Avenge them!"

"Yes! I have to take revenge, what should I do?"

"Wait!"

"Wait?"

"That's right," Mike explained, "five priests, one hundred and eight police officers...their deaths seemed to eliminate witnesses to last night's incident."

"And there were three of us among the witnesses last night, so wait until they come to the door by themselves."

Night falls.

church.

In the open space, a bonfire was burning.

Mike, Coulson and Stark, the three of them sat by the fire, the fire reflected on their faces, and the light and shadow interlaced.

"Have the other agents retreated?"

"Withdrawn."

"Make sure again."

"Damn, are you teaching me how to do things?" Coulson complained, but confirmed it again.After a while, he said darkly: "An agent who attacked a colleague lost contact and is currently missing."

Things are getting more and more wrong inside S.H.I.E.L.D. I believe Coulson feels deeply about this.

However, Coulson didn't have the energy to deal with the agent's disappearance at this time.

After half an hour, Mike stood up and looked into the distance.

A little fire is approaching here.

Coulson stood up and picked up the night vision binoculars.

"Fuck, Texas cowboy, nightmare horse!" Stark said viciously: "It seems that he is the villain tonight. Jarvis, switch the attack mode to maximum power. Watch me beat his horse dung out."

The catching mode has not had time to improve, and tonight is facing a murderer who murdered more than 100 people, so there is no need to consider catching.

According to Stark, there are two main contributors to the ability to develop weapons that attack the soul.

First, Ruben, a superpower who can possess animals.As a researcher, he contributed a lot.If Stark had mentioned this man, Mike would have forgotten his existence.

Second, Banner, with his attainments in quantum physics, provided theoretical and technical support for the research

Spider webs are similar in composition to plastic wrap, Stark said.This reminds Mike of "The Night of Souls" in which Master Xing uses plastic wrap to catch ghosts.

Master Xing is awesome.

Soon, the Ghost Rider on a horse came face to face with the three of them.

"Still conscious?" Mike asked.

The answer to him was that the evil spirit warhorse rose up with manpower, neighed, and sprayed two balls of flames from its nostrils.

There was a roar of wind in the sky.

"This?" Coulson couldn't help trembling his voice even though he was well-informed: "God, angel."

In the air was a handsome young man with blond hair, holding a flaming sword, and behind him were wings with a wingspan of more than ten meters.

His whole body was slightly golden, exuding a holy aura.

Angel appears.

The evil spirit war horse knelt down on both knees, and the evil spirit knight crawled on top of the war horse.

"Humans, why don't you kneel!"

The angel's voice is majestic, majestic, full of invisible pressure.

Mike caught a glimpse of Coulson sweating profusely and struggling, his knees already late.

And Stark is wearing armor, can't see the expression, but think he is such a conceited person...kneeling?