Superman's Journey

Chapter 167 Iron Head Guzman

On Earth, Johnny was a little confused, but Lincoln was feeling sorry.

Just a little bit, he will be able to touch hell. At that time, even Mephisto will definitely not be able to kick him out again, but it is just a little bit short.

And now, hell.

Not only Mephisto, but the other Hell Lords felt the power of Lincoln's speed away, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The throne of Satan, which symbolizes the true ruler of hell, has been vacant for a long time. Although no hell lord has claimed this seat on the surface, secretly, every hell lord is making efforts to get close to that position.

Just like Mephisto who is active in the world, many demon kings and lords including Lucifer and Samael are also competing for the only Satanic throne from different aspects.

But at this time, before facing the big crisis that Lincoln may reach hell, all of them put aside their previous suspicions and unanimously spoke out.

Centering on Mephisto, who mastered Johnny's contract, he directly cut off the communication channel between the earth and hell, and cut off the two exchanges.

This allowed Lincoln to be expelled back to Earth by the rules, but they would also be unable to project new power to Earth until the tunnel was built again.

Comparing gains and losses, every hell lord has a smile on his face.

As dimension demons, they are also concerned about the affairs of the earth, and they are very familiar with Lincoln's existence.

Thinking that this guy could even get the time gem from Gu Yi, they were very disturbed. As the lord's incomparably effective induction, they felt the crisis of death like a star when Lincoln and Johnny colluded.

It could be seen that their good times were over when Lincoln came.

The terrifying consciousness and power of several demon kings collided constantly in hell, and mental fluctuations echoed in it.

"He has already returned to the earth, and the contract of Ghost Rider has also been cut off. For quite a period of time, he cannot come to hell again."

"But we can't go to Earth either."

"That's you." Mephisto's voice was full of sarcasm: "Look at the way you are not doing your job properly, you don't deserve to be called the devil king of hell at all."

"Mephisto, do you want to fight us?"

"No, no, on the contrary, I want to cooperate with you."

"Cooperation, are you so kind?"

"Of course." Mephisto smiled and took out a few contracts: "This is a contract I had a long time ago, and I haven't activated it yet. I can give them to you for a small price."

"Dream! Mephisto!"

A demon king scolded in disdain, and then the spirit and strength began to move away quickly.

After him, the power of other demons including Lucifer also began to withdraw rapidly, but in just a few tens of breaths, low-level hell creatures with deformed bodies rushed into Mephisto's castle.

Earth.

While Lincoln and Johnny were silent in the room, the special forces sent by Guzman outside had surrounded the entire room

Relying on the flames of hell emanating from Johnny, even without any equipment, everyone can see everything in the room clearly from the window.

"OMG!" Looking at the skeleton Johnny who was burning with flames all over his body, a team member couldn't help sighing: "This guy is still alive? Is he a devil from hell?"

Hearing the amazement of his subordinates, the captain sneered disdainfully: "It doesn't matter if he is some kind of devil or not, even if Satan comes, he has to obediently go back to hell today!"

"Sir, are you sure this guy can handle it with bullets?"

"If you don't have enough bullets, then use shells!" The captain's voice was calm: "The boss has an armored unit in his hands. Once a shell is fired, the whole house will be turned into ashes!"

Brainwashing is a very important job in Mexico. As a drug lord, Guzman equips his elite not only with equipment armed to the teeth, but also with brainwashing that goes deep into the soul.

He turned all these people with the strongest soldiers into his own dead waiters, dead waiters who could sacrifice their lives for him with one order, dead waiters who dared to roar and pull the trigger even in the face of gods.

Guzman didn't care about the so-called Ghost Rider before, he's been in power for too long, and Mexico hasn't had superheroes and supervillains for too long.

It's been so long that he never thought that he might encounter these mysterious things, after all, his place is not a prosperous and rich place.

Until now, he actually saw the Ghost Rider covered in flames on the computer screen: "Fuck! What the hell is this? The one who killed me?"

While cursing angrily, he swished out his pistol and put it on Yom's head: "Is your brain made of elm? Will you mess with this kind of guy?!"

"I don't even know!" Yom, who was beaten and bruised all over his body, pleaded, "All my people were killed by him. I didn't know he would look like this at all."

Yom's explanation didn't make Guzman's face colder: "I don't know this, I don't know that, so what's the use of you!"

Hearing the killing intent in Guzman's mouth, Yom pleaded and kowtowed to beg for forgiveness, but Guzman was unmoved, his eyes were cold and he pulled the trigger.

boom!
Yom's head was opened by the bullet, and blood and brains sprang out. Guzman, who was looking at the mess, was still angry: "Drag it away, clean it up!"

"Yes!" The bodyguard on the side nodded, dragged Yom's body away, and went out to deal with his family and relatives.

Drug lords have no mercy at all, they only care about goods and money besides themselves.

Of course, now, Guzman, who has seen the existence of Ghost Rider, has seen more. He has an ambition in his heart, an ambition to take Johnny under his command, capture other drug lords, and monopolize the entire Mexican drug industry!

One thing everyone knows is that monopoly is the real profiteering. Even though the drug itself is already profitable enough, ambition and greed make Guzman still want more profiteering!

Guzman's voice reached the ears of those special forces.

After a moment of silence, the deputy captain silently walked out of the team and knocked on the door of the room.

The voice outside the door startled Johnny, he immediately gathered the flames on his body into his body, and then looked at Lincoln: "Do you have other companions?"

"No." Lincoln shook his head and looked out the window where the Special Forces members were hiding: "It's from the local gang."

"Local gang?" Johnny frowned and opened the door, looking at the heavily armed man outside who looked like the deputy captain of the US Special Forces, he was taken aback: "You call this a local gang?"

"Mexico's traditional feature, the special forces of drug lords." Lincoln shrugged and sat back on the sofa again: "I came here for the first time, and I should be looking for you."

The short-sighted Johnny realized how much the Mexican drug lords hate him at this time, and he couldn't help but change his eyes when he looked at the vice-captain: "Are you looking for me?"

Without saying a word, the deputy captain took off the phone from his body and handed it to Johnny: "Boss wants to talk to you."

Resisting the urge to directly punish the sin, Johnny reached out to take the phone and crushed it with a bang: "What do I have to talk to you about? Do you want to get back those drugs that I burned? Or do you want to have sex with me?" A fight? Just come directly."

Johnny's attitude made Guzman on the other side frowned dissatisfied, and said to the vice captain: "Kill that guy sitting on the sofa and tell him that as long as I want, none of his family can escape. Working with me is the only way."

In the room, Johnny was waiting for the vice-captain's answer, but the next moment, the vice-captain, who was wrapped in a special combat uniform, suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Lincoln on the sofa and pulled the trigger.

The unexpected action made it impossible for Johnny to stop him, and several bullets hit Lincoln's body straightly. In an instant, raging flames rose up: "Damn you!"

"Boss wants me to tell you that this is just a small lesson. The next time you die, it will be your other family members. We have already remembered your face."

Guzman's threat made Johnny immediately think of his girlfriend. Even though he is just a skeleton now, the rising flames also revealed how angry he is.

But the one who was more angry than him was Lincoln, who was sitting on the sofa watching a play, but somehow got shot with half a clip.

With his index finger, he flicked away the shriveled bullets one by one.

Amidst the tinkling sound, the flames on Johnny's body stagnated suddenly, and the vice-captain's breathing also stopped for a moment.

"Tell me about you illiterates, and let me tell you what's good about you."

Lincoln shook his head regretfully, and strands of golden threads were drawn on his body: "Can't you all learn from it? How could my typical oriental face be related to him, a white man?"

The golden thread was formed, and the black battle suit covered Lincoln's body. He walked out from behind Johnny step by step, and stretched out his hand to strangle the vice-captain's neck: "Send a word to your boss, I am very angry, and the consequences are very serious. !"

The moment the words fell, Lincoln exerted force in his hand, and with a crisp click, the vice-captain's neck bone was directly pinched and broken.

The sound of the broken neck sounded together with the sound of the tea cup breaking in Guzman's hand in the distance: "Kill him! Kill them for me!"

Bunches of red lasers shot from outside the room, and the next moment, there was loud gunfire.

Windows, doors, and even walls made of cement and masonry began to crumble in the engulfing metal storm.

Bullets whizzed from all directions, and farther away, the bazooka had been set up, charging towards it with a whistling tail flame.

Boom boom boom!
Fireworks exploded in the dark night, and the whole street was as lively as New Year's Eve. In less than half a minute, the house where the two of Lincoln lived was destroyed by powerful firepower and turned into ruins.

Standing on top of the ruins, Lincoln looked at Johnny: "These people, are you here?"

"Okay!" Johnny nodded without hesitation. For these guys who dared to threaten his relatives, he only had the flame of extreme anger to burn them down.

The flames and the chain danced, and in an instant, a fire dragon hovered in the air, and then fell to the ground suddenly.

Bang bang bang!
The roaring crackling sound resounded continuously, and brilliant sparks exploded on the ground, which was the moment when human beings were burned by the flames of hell.

There was no suspense in the crushing battle. Guzman, who was thousands of miles away, lost all his subordinates before he even came to see what happened.

Only at this time did he really realize what kind of person he had offended.

With one move to clear the field, Johnny looked at Lincoln and was about to say, "You"

boom!
The artillery burst.

The artillery roared in the distance, and the shells weighing tens of hundreds of kilograms hit Johnny's body in an instant, taking him away like a comet, and bursting.

Under the powerful shelling, people even worried that Johnny's skeleton would be dismantled into a pile of bones.

Fortunately, there are still cards for Ghost Rider.

As a pile of rubble was pushed, Johnny stood up from the ruins and angrily walked towards the direction of the artillery.

But before he could get there, a laser beam swept past him.

After the red laser circled around, the world became quiet.

After a brief silence, the buildings cut in half collapsed, human bodies fell, and steel slipped, just like a height limit line. Within the range of thermal vision, all things higher than Lincoln's boundary were cut off. .

Johnny was stunned. He thought that Lincoln was very strong, but he had only seen this scene where everything collapsed as far as he could see in the movie.

He looked back at Lincoln blankly: "Who the hell are you?"

"It's just someone who wants to go to hell." Lincoln chuckled, and flew into the air with a bang with a strong sonic boom.

The sonic boom caused by the speed of Mach [-] was as violent as the shock wave caused by the explosion of explosives. The swirling dust obscured Johnny's sight, and Lincoln's figure also passed away like a meteor, falling into the distance.

"Shit! Shit!"

In S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury's face is black and colorful.

He never expected that Lincoln would go to Mexico to play just two days after the lunatic asylum was built.

If it's just for fun, Guzman, the insane drug lord, actually sent his men to attack Lincoln? !
If possible, Fury would like to drive the Quinjet fighter of S.H.I.E.L.D. to swoop down to Guzman's face and ask him how dare he is, but it is obviously too late now.

Satellites and radar have detected a telltale object cruising at Mach [-].

After excluding the answer of intercontinental missiles entering the atmosphere from outside the atmosphere, the only thing Fury can think of is Lincoln.

In his opinion, Guzman is already a dead man, Fury now only hopes that Lincoln will not expand the attack, otherwise, hell may be full.

Poor Fury, he still doesn't know that Mephisto and the others have cut off the connection between Earth and Hell because of fear.

Those who died on the earth, their souls have long been unable to go to hell.

But after all, for those people, this should be a good thing?

Mexicali, Mexico.

Guzman has a luxurious manor here that is comparable to a palace, and there is an entire team of bodyguards, but these do not give him a sense of security at all.

He walked back and forth restlessly, racking his brains and trying to recall what power he still had that could be used.

And just as he was squirming, Lincoln descended.

(End of this chapter)