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

A pale, gloomy, thin man sat up straight from the coffin, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He slammed his favorite coffin board, and his voice was full of anger: "Who is it, who is it!"

He looked in the direction of the United States.

After a while, the pale man sat up from the coffin and rang the copper bell.

A stooped, old-fashioned servant walked in tremblingly, carrying a kerosene lamp.

"What is the master's order?"

"Arrange a boat to America, the sooner the better."

"Yes, I will follow your wishes." The old servant saw that the corner of Dracula's mouth was bleeding: "Master...you are injured."

"Need to help you prepare a virgin?"

As long as Dracula is not dead, no matter how serious the injury is, as long as there is enough blood, he can recover immediately.As for virgins, just as some vampires love babies, Dracula loves the blood of virgins.

That's why the old servant asked this question.

Dracula shook his head.

The injury this time is different from ordinary injuries, and cannot be recovered by sucking blood.

In an underground temple in the United States.

The altar was covered with a thick layer of dust.

A thick hardcover book is enshrined on the altar.

The brown cover is printed with mysterious characters.

Sudden.

The lights of the altar came on.

The hardcover book opens automatically.

The yellowed parchment was originally empty, and then densely packed ancient characters were revealed.

A character gradually fades, then disappears.

Next, close the book and turn off the light.

As if nothing had happened.

Mike found a 24-hour deli.As soon as the four of them entered the store, the clerk was so frightened that he almost pressed the emergency alarm button.

Blade wears sunglasses.

Morbius's head and face are hidden under the hood.

The werewolf of the night wore a T-shirt that was two sizes too small on his upper body, and his bottoms were shredded into pieces - he couldn't find a suitable one, so he had to make do with it.

Mike's face was pale, and he felt as if he was floating when he walked.

This group of people looked so weird.

The clerk didn't call the police immediately, because he worked too many night shifts and was more courageous than ordinary people.

Mike took out two US dollar bills and slapped them on the counter: "Fried chicken, sandwiches, whatever you have, the sooner the better. The rest is a tip."

When the clerk saw the banknote, his eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll come right away."

This is the United States, whether you are a human or a ghost, a devil or a god, as long as you pay, you are a good customer.

Chapter 122: Ghost Rider

Mike ate more than [-] fried chicken nuggets and a dozen hamburgers. Anyway, he scared the clerk again: "Could it be a monster in human skin?"

Only Mike and the Night Werewolf ate.Blade and Mobius didn't even touch Coke.I don't know if I can't eat it or I don't like it. After all, I'm a vampire, a half-vampire.

"Barely half full." Mike patted his still flat belly and asked Blade: "What's your plan after that?"

"Nothing special, the same sentence, wherever there are vampires, I will go there. I will not stop until Dracula dies."

"What a model worker." Mike felt that the United Nations should send out a pennant, "By the way, do you know the book of darkness?"

The three nodded, expressing their understanding.

Blade said: "Vampires call it the 'Dark Bible'. It is said to be the origin of vampires, as long as it is destroyed, all vampires can be ended. In fact, we found several copies."

Dao Feng took out his phone and opened some photos.The photos are several hardcover books with the same characters printed on them, but the cover colors are different, black, red, purple...

"Fake?" Mike asked.

Blade shook his head: "Maybe. Some of them do contain strange magical powers that can turn people into vampires. After burning the books, those vampires cursed by magic did disappear. I wonder if these are real death books. Rubbings. If rubbings have such magical power, then the real dark book must be very good."

Mike thought about it.

Dao Feng asked: "Why do you ask about the Dark Divine Book?" He wanted to ask what happened tonight more.

Why did the awesome Drake and the menacing Talos die inexplicably, like ants.

However, Blade didn't ask.Because he found that Mike lacked interest, and even deliberately avoided it.

The reason for Mike's avoidance is very sad. It's not that there is any secret that is inconvenient to reveal, but the tragic incident of how a man with a billion-dollar account squandered in a few seconds to only a few million left.

Forget the past.

Generally, it is only when talking trash to the enemy that Blade appears to talk too much.Since Mike didn't want to say more, he didn't ask.

The Night Werewolf is also curious, but under his rough appearance is a very high level of self-cultivation and a delicate mind.

Mike thought about it and organized his words: "When I killed Drake, I sensed the Dark Book of God."

Blade's eyes lit up: "Maybe the rumors are true, but we haven't found the real dark book."

Mobias said: "There is no point in guessing."

Dao Feng firmly said: "Then find it!"

Mike's cell phone rang.

It's Coulson calling.

As a middle-aged man who is gradually entering the wolfberry regimen, Coulson will not call Mike in the middle of the night unless there is an emergency. This is the opposite of Mike, and it is also the reason why Coulson is often so angry that he drops his phone.

Coulson, Fury's trusted subordinate.Therefore, in any important case, Coulson is the first choice.He Coulson is a brick of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Coulson: So the result of being trusted by the leader is to work overtime all the time?

According to intelligence, there was a Harley rider wearing a punk leather jacket who appeared at night and killed people like crazy.Of course, killing an ordinary rider is not under the control of S.H.I.E.L.D. What if the rider is wearing a skull and is full of fire?

Shortly after receiving the order, the S.H.I.E.L.D. plane carrying Coulson and "Laura" stopped in the wilderness of the western United States.

After some investigation, a stunt driver named Johnny Blazer came into his sight, because Johnny left his license plate at the crime scene, which was an unspeakable low-level mistake.

Coulson arrives at the funfair at Quentin's Carnival.As it happens, Johnny is also approached by an outlaw motorcycle club called the Sons of Anarchy.A companion of this group was killed by the Ghost Rider, and then the ghost in the police station told them: Johnny was a suspect.So here they come, completely unaware that their enemies are not human at all.

Johnny wasn't there.

Coulson meets members of the Sons of Anarchy.Coulson took out his ID, his disguised identity as an FDI agent.He forgot one thing, this is the tough west. If the criminals in the west have a guilty conscience, they usually don't run away, but just pull out their guns.

Coulson was too suppressed to stand up.

But then Mike's phone rang.

The result was the famous scene where Coulson dropped his phone.

Facing the powerful suppression of a dozen gunmen, Coulson was considering retreating.Single-handedly and with insufficient firepower, a well-trained agent is usually wise to retreat if there is no last resort.

Coulson didn't see the need to risk his life and shoot at a dozen gangsters.The face lost now can be regained after gathering people.

At this time, the evil spirit Johnny "falls from the sky" riding an evil spirit chariot.

"Shoot, fuck this angry little bitch!" someone in the Sons of Chaos yelled.

It is false to see Ghost Rider saying that they are not disobedient, and they use this method to embolden themselves.

For a while, gunshots rang out.

Coulson noticed that the bullets had almost zero effect on the flaming skeleton, and even the battered leather jacket was restored in the blink of an eye.

The ghost rider waved the iron chain, wrapped up the person, pulled him over, and looked at each other "affectionately".

Amidst the screams, the eyes of the person the Ghost Rider was looking at were as if they had been scorched by a soldering iron, even sparkling.

The Ghost Rider followed suit, and after killing three people, the Sons of Chaos collapsed. After all, they were just gangsters, and they didn't have the courage to fight to the end.

Ghost Rider rolled up another member of Sons of Chaos who was riding a motorcycle and had no time to step on the gas pedal.

The ghost rider stepped on the ghost chariot and chased it out.

"Fake!"

Even though he has dealt with many supernatural incidents, Coulson still feels terrified: "What monster?!"

Coulson hurried back to the parking lot and started Laura.

36 counting is the best plan!

Suddenly, Coulson heard the figure of the engine behind him.

"The monster chased me? Why?" Coulson cursed in his heart.

There were more than a dozen Sons of Chaos who escaped, and they fled scattered. No matter how fast the flaming monster was, it was impossible for them to catch up one by one in such a short time.

The evil spirit chariot is approaching quickly, the speed is definitely over 200k/h, and it ignores the terrain.This is not a motorcycle, it is simply a plane without wings.

"If this continues, we will definitely be caught up. Fortunately, it's Baby Laura." Coulson opened a hidden panel and pressed the button.

The jet engine hidden in the four tires starts, and Lara turns into a "speeding car" in seconds and flies into the air.

Coulson noticed that the Ghost Rider stopped chasing, but stared at Coulson flying into mid-air and gradually going away with hollow skull eyes.

"Stop chasing?"

Coulson did not let down his vigilance, but flew far away, and did not land until the center of the city.

Then he subconsciously called Mike. In his mind, for weird events, it was right to call Mike.

I don't care about the grievances of "dropping the phone" before.

"I'm really a generous person." Coulson hypnotized himself.

Chapter 113: Mephitos (first order)