Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

"Do you think he is stupid?"

Looking at the demon energy struggling crazily in the magic barrier, Lincoln pondered for a moment and then looked at Gu Yi, who was forced to make a video call again: "I hit him twice, but he came back the third time."

Looking at the demon energy in the barrier, Gu Yi also fell silent. She thought for a moment before speaking: "Demons always have a strong need for knowledge..."

"Can you make it simpler and easier to understand?"

"...In some special circumstances, they are very curious."

The answer given by Gu Yi was very standard, and Lincoln didn't have anything to refute, because from the facts, it was indeed true. It can't be said that this demon has masochism and came here to fight, right?

In the barrier, the demon was very angry because he not only saw Lincoln who beat him twice, but also saw the bald Ancient One. At this moment, he couldn't help but cursed loudly.

The scolding and unpleasant Gu Yi closed the portal on the spot, and Lincoln also began to wonder if this demon god had gone to a language major to further his studies.

Otherwise, how can we directly scold a supreme mage into silence?

Thanks to the conspicuous character of the Supreme Mage, before the devil could direct the flames of war onto him, Lincoln waved his hand to add a sound-insulating effect to the barrier.

By the way, an internal loop playback function is built-in.

It wasn't until the funeral was settled that Zola's holographic projection quietly emerged: "Sir, sir."

"What's wrong? What's the matter?"

"As you said, I will notify you at dawn."

"It's daybreak?" Lincoln frowned: "Sure enough, some dimensional demons are involved in something bad, and the flow of time has become a little wrong."

Lincoln thought to himself and left the basement.

After this experiment, he found a relatively serious problem.

If a single person is used to conduct experiments, the bait thrown out is too small, and the only ones that can be attracted are featureless dimensional demons such as the unlucky ones in the barrier.

There are names like the Crimson Devil, but people don't care about this little person at all.

So, it seems like he needs a bigger one?

Lincoln walked out of the lunatic asylum in silence, and Zola's voice rang in his ears at the right time: "Sir, I found some interesting things in SHIELD's internal network. Do you want to hear it?"

"Tell me about it."

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s field agents discovered a man in Texas who was covered in flames and called himself the Ghost Rider..."

Before Zola finished speaking, Lincoln's eyes lit up: "Yes, why didn't I think of this before!"

"grown ups?"

"Give me all the information about the Ghost Rider, and find guys named Johnny and Constantine. The focus is on hell, soul, resurrection, and evil spirits. Once you have found it, give me the information."

As Lincoln spoke, he waved his hand to open a portal and walked in: "Dear Master Ancient One, I'm here to play with you!"

...

Looking for Gu Yi to play with is a lie, Lincoln's real purpose is to let her give him a little support when he needs it.

For example, when he caused trouble for Mephisto, he gave Mephisto's home address and family situation so that Lincoln could let Mephisto experience what it means to hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening.

Gu Yi happily agreed to eat them all. As long as she was not asked to open the magic circle to defend the earth, she had no reason to refuse these small requests.

After all, seeing a demon being deflated is not something that happens all the time.

Not long after getting what he wanted from Gu Yi, good news came from Zola.

Constantine was not found, but traces of Ghost Rider were discovered by Zola in Mexico.

Maybe it's because the KPI assessment standards in Hell have recently increased, so Ghost Rider is a little busy.

The sinful souls in the simple and honest state of Texas were no longer enough for him, so this conscientious knight crossed the border directly to Mexico.

There are not enough people in the United States, but there are definitely enough in Mexico.

Mexico has a total population of approximately 100 million, among whom the number of people directly or indirectly engaged in the illegal white powder business totals millions. Plus the population engaged in other crimes, it is possible to refer to the number of sinful souls who have been or are currently engaging in sinful acts.

The number can reach tens of millions.

Especially along the US-Mexico border, if you find any small workshop or factory, there will be enthusiastic local citizens carrying rifles and armed to protect the safety of their 'wealth'.

In this kind of ghost place, if the Ghost Rider kills every other person, there will definitely be some omissions, so there is no need to worry about not having enough souls.

Of course, if the black-hearted boss Mephisto continues to raise the KPI assessment standards in the future, then Ghost Rider may have to pay a visit to the Mexican Army or Police Department.

...

"Fuck!fuck!!!"

In a drug-making factory, the factory director Yom Ivanov, holding a gun in his hand, walked back and forth anxiously: "Who the hell can tell me? What kind of bastard robbed my goods and will...

They were all thrown into the fire!"

Under the flames of the Ghost Rider brand incinerator, which reaches temperatures as high as thousands of degrees Celsius, modern drugs are completely burned without even having time to dissipate their ingredients.

Even steel cannot survive the flames, and poison has no chance of being left behind.

This is equivalent to Yom directly losing a batch of goods worth millions. How can he not be anxious and angry?

You know, he is just the director of this factory, and these goods do not belong to him, but to the more terrifying bosses above.

Now that the goods were lost in his hands, just thinking about the punishment he might suffer made his liver and gallbladder split.

And what’s even more serious is that these discarded goods are no longer the first batch.

"No, we can't go on like this." Yom's whole body was trembling. After a torturous ideological struggle, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number of the boss behind him.

He didn't know who was going against him. This situation was obviously beyond his ability to deal with, and he had to let the big guys take action.

Mexico, a sinful country.

One of the very funny things in this country is that now, the most elite army force in the country may not be in the hands of the Mexican government, but in the hands of the drug lords.

They relied on drug money to hire retired special forces soldiers to become instructors to formulate training plans, relied on a huge criminal network to recruit the strongest people to become soldiers, and purchased the most advanced weapons and equipment from the United States to arm them.

Whether it is individual soldier equipment or large-scale equipment, they are all in the leading position. Compared with the Mexican Army, the drug lords' troops built up with huge amounts of money may be the real special forces.

But what these special forces protect is not the security of the country, but the criminal industrial chain under the hands of drug lords. This is a very funny thing, but it is the norm here.

Some problems that the Mexican police and army cannot solve, the drug lords can solve with the powerful force of their men.

Yom knew that he would definitely not be able to stop the crazy vigilante.

Several batches of goods under his command have been cut off, which proves that these people with guns in their hands who have not received strict training will not be the opponents of the 'vigilante'.

It's time for someone stronger to take action.

...

Guzman was very unhappy because he hadn't encountered a guy who didn't open his eyes in his territory for a long time.

Since he connected all the local police stations, the army, and officials, his status in this area is equivalent to that of a local overlord.

He monopolized all drug production and manufacturing in this area, and also controlled Ji Tiao's sales channels to Europe and the United States, and relied on huge funds to build an army of his own.

In this land, he has not met anyone who dared to challenge him for a long time.

Guzman decided to let his men show off to those vigilantes who didn't know the heights of the sky and let them know who the real overlord was!

...

Something wrong with Guzman's men was triggered, but Johnny had no idea about it.

The night before, he used his same tactics to guard a road leading to the United States, and successfully caught Yom's team who had changed to another transportation road, and once again harvested a large number of souls.

Today, Johnny decided to take a different path and find his next victim.

He knew that the situation in Mexico was more complicated, so he would change places every day in order to prevent over-gathering of wool from a certain sheep.

But what he didn't expect was that all the people he bumped into a few times were from Yom. Now, he was so anxious that he jumped over the wall.

Guzman's Viper troops had already begun to surround Johnny's location, but before Johnny met these people, he saw another person in his rental house.

"Who are you? When did you come to my room?"

After opening a can of beer for himself, Johnny frowned and looked at Lincoln. Even if he didn't enter the Ghost Rider state, he could feel the terrifying sin in the man in front of him.

If he had just become the Ghost Rider, he might have been excited that he had found a big deal, but now that he has seen more people, he doesn't think so anymore.

According to his personal classification of evil, in his opinion, the level of evil in Lincoln could even make Mephisto call him 666.

Just by looking at this, Johnny could be sure that Lincoln was not an ordinary person. He was here to do KPI. When there were achievements everywhere that could be easily picked up, he would not want to find excitement for himself even if he was mentally ill.

"Johnny Blaze made a deal with Mephisto, the Lord of Hell, more than ten years ago and became the Ghost Rider who harvests the souls of sinners..."

"Yes, you're right, it's me." Johnny took a sip of beer, shrugged calmly, and laughed at himself: "In order to live, people always have to give up something sometimes. Besides, I think I am now

It should be considered a good deed."

"It is true morally, but the law does not recognize it."

Lincoln chuckled and leaned forward slightly: "However, if you can do me a small favor, I can make your behavior recognized by the law."

Lincoln's words made Johnny's movements pause for a moment, and then he smiled brightly: "Tell me first, what do you want me to do for you."

"It's simple, do what you're meant to do."

Looking at Lincoln who was leaning back on the sofa, Johnny's thinking stopped for a moment, and he looked at Lincoln with a question mark on his face: "Wait, what did you just say?"

"I said, turn into the Ghost Rider, look at me with your eyes, judge me, and send me to hell. Do you understand?"

Johnny:???

I understand, but not completely.

He looked at Lincoln speechlessly, wondering when the people in the city had such exciting things to do, and they actually wanted to go to that hell place with nothing to do.

In that place, ghosts can’t wait to return to the human world!

Johnny put down the beer in his hand respectfully and looked at Lincoln with a serious face: "Have you thought about it? I can only send people down, but I can't bring them back. What if you regret it?

There’s a solution.”

"It's okay, just do what you do." Lincoln waved his hand nonchalantly: "I'll figure it out myself when I come back."

Johnny: Can't you hear that? I mean, you can't come back!

The short-sighted Johnny said that he could not understand Lincoln's confidence, but he was still quite interested in sending people to hell.

Liberate the restless flames in your body, and the hell flames burn from under your feet, burning away the flesh and blood in an instant, revealing the skeleton inside.

He took two steps forward and put his hands on both sides of Lincoln's head. Endless flames surged in the deep eye sockets, and an abyss-like vortex swirled in them, as if they were trying to suck the souls of those who looked at them into the bottomless hell.

Under the terrifying power from the entire hell dimension and Lincoln's deliberate urging, Lincoln felt that his spirit began to penetrate and spread to hell.

But at the same time, Mephisto's expression suddenly changed as he was wandering around the earth in his avatar.

Without saying a word, he blew up his clone and returned to hell. The next moment, he saw his good employee, the Ghost Rider, diligently transporting a powerful being that could destroy the entire hell to hell.

"Fuck! Stop!"

For the first time in his life, Mephisto couldn't help but scream. Without any hesitation, he cut off the structural channel with the earth that he had worked hard for decades or hundreds of years to complete.

By the way, he unilaterally tore up the contract between himself and Ghost Rider.

The consequence of this was that Lincoln, who felt that he was only a few inches away from encountering hell, was forcibly sent back to Earth by the rules.

And Johnny, who has always been tortured by KPIs, also dullly felt that Mephisto had kindly canceled a series of KPI requirements, just to take back his ability to send living souls to hell.

In other words, he can still use the flames of hell to kill people in the future, but those who die will no longer be qualified to go to hell to be ghosts.

Johnny found it difficult to comprehend the outrageous things that had happened in just a few minutes tonight.

First, Lincoln came to him and said that he was going to hell to experience it. This could be said to be ignorant, but what happened next?

Hell didn't dare to accept anyone, so Mephisto unilaterally tore up the contract and let him go free?

At this moment, the way Johnny looked at Lincoln changed.

If he had known that he could gain freedom so easily, he would have shamelessly gone to find Lincoln, why would he have to work so hard in a foreign country?

At this moment, Johnny had mixed feelings in his heart.