American Comics: Borrowed Magic By Skill, Why Should I Return It?

Texas.

Woodland City.

The global Ultron incident swept through.

It seems to have had little impact on the remote southern town.

The people living in the town are typical rednecks [poor, backward, dirty, uneducated, quick to draw guns, and with strong racist tendencies].

But there are advantages to being backward.

For example, the AI war over there did not have much impact on their lives.

They drink when they want to drink.

They fight when they want to fight.

Tsk!

A 1969 Dodge Charger muscle car parked in front of the tavern.

A young man in a leather jacket got out of it.

He had a high hairline.

He was almost as bald as Phil Coulson.

"A glass of bourbon."

"Also, I'm looking for someone, Johnny Blaze."

The young man walked into the tavern.

He placed several hundred-dollar bills on the table.

"I suppose you're Robbie, right?"

Suddenly.

A voice came from behind the young man.

He turned around, and the person speaking was none other than Johnny Blaze, the previous Ghost Rider!

"Kid, you're dealing with something very dangerous."

"Trust me."

"You can't beat it, I've tried."

Now Johnny Blaze is a middle-aged man.

His hairline is much higher than the young Robbie's.

It's almost Mediterranean.

At the moment, it has been almost seven years since he became the Ghost Rider.

In between, he has dealt with Mephisto countless times.

And suffered countless losses.

"I didn't have a choice."

"It threatened me with my uncle's soul."

Robbie Reyes sat across from Johnny.

From the moment he walked in until he sat down, his eyes were fixed on this senior.

Just like Johnny Blaze!

Robbie is also a Ghost Rider!

But...

Inside Johnny is a powerful spirit of vengeance named Zarathos, the former lord of the fiery hell.

Later, it was defeated by Mephisto, had its memory erased, and became the source of the fly's ability.

As for Robbie Reyes...

His ability comes solely from the soul of his deceased uncle, Eli.

So his strength is far from being as powerful as Johnny's.

"Why did it send you to find me?"

Johnny's tone was displeased.

The reason he lives hidden in this remote place is to avoid Mephisto.

But he was still found.

"To collect someone's soul."

Robbie took out his phone.

He opened a photo and placed it in front of Johnny.

"It only said this?"

Johnny didn't even look at the photo.

Based on his understanding of Mephisto, this guy would promise a lot of benefits when hiring someone, but in the end, he wouldn't fulfill them.

"It promised..."

"After the job is done, it won't come looking for you for ten years."

Robbie relayed Mephisto's promise.

Johnny fell silent.

Although he knew that this was most likely an empty promise, being able to live peacefully for ten years was already a luxury for him.

The conditions were indeed tempting.

"I agree."

Johnny slowly stood up.

He walked outside the tavern.

Whistling.

A driverless retro-style Harley-Davidson motorcycle immediately roared and rushed over.

"Kid, you should also have a part in this mission, right?"

Johnny rode the motorcycle and turned to look at Robbie Reyes.

"Can you keep up?"

Vroom!

A loud roar.

The Harley motorcycle instantly ignited the flames of hell and underwent a transformation.

It turned into a flaming motorcycle with a skull on the front.

And Johnny,

In an instant, also turned into a burning skeleton.

"Definitely can."

Robbie immediately climbed into the muscle car.

As the vehicle started, he and this '69 Dodge warhorse burned together.

"Old man, please go ahead."

"Heh~"

Johnny and Robbie exchanged a glance.

Then, the two skeletons drove their respective flame vehicles, one in front and one behind, and roared away.

Not long after the departure of the two generations of Ghost Riders,

In a small town,

A black mist slowly gathered.

A demon, completely black with hair standing up like Quill, appeared in the town.

Blackheart!

Mephisto's son!

However, the relationship between this father and son was not close, to say the least, they were at odds with each other.

Blackheart had been wanting to defeat his father for years.

To rule over the fiery hell alone.

As early as seven years ago,

It betrayed Mephisto and came to Earth.

Preparing to seize a sacred artifact called the San Venganza Contract.

Unfortunately, being not very smart, it was defeated by Johnny, who had just become Ghost Rider, and almost lost its life.

(Plot of Ghost Rider 1 in 2007)

Returning to hell, it was beaten by its old man, Kuku.

But now...

Blackheart finally had the opportunity for revenge - the pure soul!

"I didn't expect it, father, I know all your plans."

This time, in order to come to Earth,

Blackheart paid a great price.

But as long as it could seize the pure soul in advance, everything would be worth it!

"..As long as I get the pure soul."

"Father, you can wait to die."

At the same time,

Chu Xiu was unaware that his soul had attracted the attention of a group of people.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't be surprised. After all, the soul is something that can be sold.

But compared to selling his soul...

He had something more important to deal with now.

"Phil Coulson!"

"Get your ass out here!"

"You bastard!"

"I can't believe I thought you were a boss!"

Due to the complete destruction of the helicarriers,

S.H.I.E.L.D had to move its command center back to the Triskelion headquarters on the ground.

But now...

The Triskelion building was also about to be demolished by Chu Xiu.

"Phil Coulson, what the hell did you do?"

"Didn't I tell you to maintain a friendly relationship with him, use real moves?"

"Why is he so angry?"

Inside the crumbling building,

Nick Fury, who had just been pulled out of the sea, was faced with a mess that he hadn't had time to deal with.

(From Wang Zhao) Then he saw Chu Xiu, full of killing intent, coming to him.

Calling out Phil Coulson.

"It's me."

Phil Coulson shrank into a corner.

Feeling extremely regretful.

"Director, how about you go out and talk to Chu Xiu, say that I'm not here, I'm begging you."

"Me? Go out?"

Nick Fury almost laughed out loud.

Based on the situation outside, he probably wouldn't be able to finish a few sentences before Chu Xiu killed him.

"Boss, I told you before, that game has a mechanism of collective punishment."

"But you never listened to me."

Skye, who was responsible for writing the script for Phil Coulson, also huddled in a corner.

Using a few books to protect her head, she muttered softly.

"Stop talking."

"All I have left now is regret."

Phil Coulson's face was filled with despair.

His pleading eyes scanned everyone present.

"Is there any way to salvage the situation?"

"How about you guys help me release a statement, saying: I, Phil Coulson, really didn't cheat!"