The God of Injustice in Marvel

When night fell that day, after sleeping at home all day but not getting much sleep, Johnny reluctantly got up amidst the annoying sound of the alarm clock.

He habitually wanted to press the alarm clock and go back to sleep, but suddenly, Johnny's eyes opened wide and he remembered.

Now, he seems to be no longer an ordinary person. If he had to give himself a definition, Johnny felt that he should be a devil or something...

After getting dressed and going to the mirror, Johnny would suddenly make a stern expression on himself in the mirror while shaving with a razor.

Although there is still half of the shaving foam on my face, it looks a little funny.

Sometimes, he would use a low tone to imitate the male protagonist in the movie and say two very powerful lines, and then make himself blush, as if he had done something embarrassing.

Okay, it's really embarrassing.

If you don’t take into account what he said with outstretched hands, staring eyes, and crotch cleavage: “I will judge your soul with the fire of hell”, “Now! Count your sins!”, “Look at me.

Eyes, you smash them"... and the like.

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Riding his motorcycle, Johnny came to the place where he had reshaped his outlook on life again and again last night.

Although the corpses of those little gangsters were completely burned by Mr. Night Watchman, there was nothing strange on the surface, but of course Johnny, who was at the scene last night and watched the art of killing all night long,

You know, what happened here.

Although the night watchman told him that as long as his head was on fire, even if a ghost saw him, he would stay away from him.

But Johnny was still extremely scared, as the night watchman's words made it very clear.

"...In this world, there really are ghosts with special codes...!"

Thinking of this, Johnny suddenly felt that he was not alone here.

There are people behind the damn tree, people behind the door, people behind the windows...

There are people everywhere!

rustle……

The wind blew through the leaves, and Johnny was so frightened that he jumped into a horse stance and assumed an attack posture.

"...It's so scary... Why hasn't Mr. Night Watchman come yet?"

Johnny was paranoid now. He always felt like someone was watching him from behind. Even the wind blowing on the back of his neck felt like someone was breathing behind him. He even felt like he heard a ghost calling his name.

"...Johnny~ah..."

"ah!!!!--!"

………………………………

Under the moonlight, Johnny looked embarrassed and pretended to be calm. Not far in front of him, Leon, who was wearing a mask, crossed his arms and looked at him with his head tilted. You could guess it

What's his expression now?

a long time.

"Johnny." Leon said, "Why are you still... afraid of ghosts?"

Johnny felt even more embarrassed when Leon said this. He scratched his head and wanted to argue a few words. In the end, he didn't dare and said weakly: "Before last night, I wasn't afraid of ghosts..."

"Oh~~?" Leon said in a long voice: "That means you blame me."

Johnny dared not say a word.

Leon didn't continue. He looked at Johnny's motorcycle and asked, "After I asked you to go back yesterday, didn't you test your abilities in the room?"

Johnny was even more afraid to speak.

He fell asleep in a daze when he got back. Although he didn't sleep well, he didn't wake up either. He didn't have time to test his abilities.

When Leon saw that Johnny didn't speak, he understood what was going on.

"Use your ability now. I don't need to find a gangster for you."

Johnny shook his head and slowly closed his eyes.

call!

A burst of flame ignited Johnny's big bone-shell head. After the transformation, Johnny seemed to be much calmer than when he had just awakened last time.

Because Leon had been smiling sinisterly there, waiting for Johnny to come over. The timing of dawn yesterday was too coincidental. If it were a minute or two later, Leon would have been able to eat ribs cooked with the flames on the stickman's head.

.

How can one not unlock more wonderful achievements in the Marvel world~

As if he felt the strong malice from Mr. Night Watchman, the stickman with his head on fire did not choose to seek death, but stood there honestly.

After snapping his fingers twice, Leon looked at the stickman: "Do you remember your name?"

The stickman nodded but said nothing.

Leon also nodded, thinking: Although strictly speaking, this thing in front of him, which is not a serious human at first glance, is still Johnny in essence, even the soul is exactly the same, and compared to the first time "

When "awakening" the ability, the stickman in this state obviously inherited all the memories from himself, but Johnny before and after the transformation gave people the feeling of being exactly the same two people.

It is not reflected in appearance, but reflected in their character, behavior, way of thinking, etc.

Johnny is a humorous, somewhat timid but tenacious human being.

This stickman is a calm and ruthless monster whose whole body is full of violent tendencies.

Thinking of this, Leon couldn't help but feel a little lucky.

Fortunately, Mephisto didn't want to turn himself into some bullshit messenger, otherwise Leon himself wouldn't dare to think what a terrifying guy he would be if he turned into the Ghost Rider.

However, it is precisely because of this that Leon took on this task and helped Mephisto find the messenger. He also deliberately found the most suitable person.

From any point of view, Leon can say without arrogance that he is better than anyone who can be a Ghost Rider.

But Mephisto could obviously do this, but didn't. This shows that there is something special about Johnny, and he has to be that kind.

If it weren't for curiosity, Leon wouldn't be so interested.

………………

"Hey, stickman, where are you looking? Here."

Leon walked up to Stickman's motorcycle, pointed at the motorcycle and said to him: "Do you know who you are now, or in other words, do you know what you are now."

The flaming skull shook its head without saying a word.

"Knight! Ghost Rider!"

Leon raised a finger and started teaching: "As the name suggests, Ghost Rider is a person riding an evil spirit!

Look!"

Leon waved his hand, released his nightmare horse, got on the horse, and performed a flying over the wall for the stickman.

"Did you see it, a real evil spirit war horse! So, do you know what you should do, right!

We are going to the cemetery and open a blind box for you to ride. Hmm! So this time...Eh? What are you doing?"

Leon was still fooling Johnny here, but he talked eloquently. When he turned around, he saw Johnny, with his head on fire, walking step by step to his motorcycle, looking thoughtful.

"Ahem...! You, you can't ride a motorcycle now. Your whole body is on fire. If your mailbox is out of gas and you want to lower your head to see how much gas is left, it's not an accident...

Hey? Hey! You listen to what people say!"

Stickman Johnny, who remained silent after his transformation, finally said his first words: "If the car was also a flaming chariot, wouldn't it be no problem..."

After saying that, he pressed his pale skeletal hands on the fuel tank of the motorcycle. A stream of flames followed his arm, burned onto the motorcycle, and instantly enveloped the entire tank.

In a very short period of time, the shape of motorcycles has changed dramatically.

The appearance is more ferocious, the shape is more sturdy, the floor is lower, but the armrests are higher, and the whole body is full of strong death heavy metal style.

The car's tires were still burning with eternal flames.

The stickman's hand left the car's fuel tank. This thing didn't look like it was powered by gasoline or diesel, and I didn't know why there was still a fuel tank left.

Leon curled his lips and found fault with this cool motorcycle.

Turning over and sitting on the brand new motorcycle, the stickman looked up at Leon flying in the sky on horseback, as if to say: This is the mount of the Ghost Rider.

enng~!

The motorcycle left a trail of flames on the spot, rushed outside, and sped away.

Leon and Johnny had talked about the cemetery. After the transformation, the Ghost Rider became decisive and assertive, and had already rushed to the cemetery.

Leon, who was left with a taste for food, was still riding on his nightmare horse, looking at the flames that stretched into the distance, and mocked disdainfully: "What's so good about it? I'm still alive without it. That car must be sour to sit on."

Already."

The nightmare horse seemed to feel that it had fallen out of favor, twisting its long neck and looking at its master with dark eyes.

Leon smiled conspiratorially and patted the horse's big head: "I have a good idea..."

……………………

More than half an hour later, Leon, who was sitting in a stroller, slowly caught up with the Ghost Rider in front of him.

Just now, due to unwillingness, Leon forcibly used his fire escape and the nightmare horse to create an enhanced version of Ghost Rider.

It's cool, it's really cool.

It hurts, it really hurts.

The Nightmare War Horse's tankiness is much higher than that of Leon today, and it is still a semi-corporeal energy creature. The damage that something like flame can cause to it is no longer sufficient.

In particular, Leon's fire escape itself is all low-level fire escape, and the skill level is not very high.

But!

It will still hurt.

Having put a few balls of phoenix fire under the horse's hooves, Leon felt more and more embarrassed the more he thought about it.

Why bother with the special code!

It’s not like I don’t have cool mounts!

So, Leon comforted the badly burned nightmare horse and took out his royal mount from the space.

King Frieza's stroller...

Ha, this is high technology. It is the favorite of the emperor of the universe. What do you know, this is not much more stylish than some evil spirit chariot?

Look at these perfect curves, look at this exquisite structure, look at this speaker that’s bigger than your face!

Drop~

What's the name of dad's dad! What's the name of dad's dad...

Leon put the lid back on again.

"Johnny, did you...hear anything just now?"

Although Johnny had turned into a stickman and had become more careless and daring in doing things, at this time, he was still frightened by the inexplicable and endless murderous intention, and he shook his head so hard that he almost put out the fire.

Only then did Lyon's idea of ​​"silencing his mouth" disappear.

"Huh →_→ That's right, you don't even have ears now, so why are you listening?"

Ghost Rider: "..."

If I hadn't been afraid, I wouldn't have told anyone!

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The cemetery is not too far from the city. Although Lyon was delayed for a while on the way, he arrived quickly.

After getting out of the car, Johnny returned to his original appearance and put away his transformation.

It can be seen that he is now quite comfortable using his abilities.

No one taught him this, including the process of "quenching" the motorcycle, he was all self-taught.

Leon thinks that maybe this is why Mephisto chose him?

"Mr. Night Watchman, now..."

"I forgot to tell you, my name is Leon. You can call me that."

Johnny raised his eyebrows in surprise. He originally thought that Mr. Night Watchman did not have such a serious and ordinary name.

After all, how could a demon call such a name? It shouldn't be something like Asathoth, Monro, Mammon, Alastor, etc.

"Uh...Okay, Mr. Lyon. You said that we can't know everything I want to know until we get to the cemetery. So, in which tomb is the truth hidden? I have some experience in this, and I should be able to get it soon.

."

Picking up a shovel that the gravekeeper placed at the entrance of the cemetery, Johnny looked at the dense tombstones in front of him and asked as if he had made up his mind.

Leon looked at him doubtfully, until Johnny felt a little uncomfortable, then he took the shovel from his hand and asked lightly: "Johnny, tell me the truth, you..."

Are you from the crew of "National Treasure"?"

Johnny had no idea what Leon was talking about, so he could only scratch his head: "...Isn't it always like this in movies? I want to take the secret into the coffin before I die, and I don't want to drag down the next generation or something...

…”

The voice became softer and softer, Johnny also thought about it, he seemed to take it for granted.

"Then..." Johnny asked again: "We came to the cemetery in the middle of the night and didn't dig graves. What are we doing here?"

Leon tilted his head back and looked at Johnny, who was speaking plausibly, with his double chin protruding: "No, you..."

Leon was also a little surprised: "What you said seems to make sense. Don't you really come from the National Treasures crew? My friend, do you know Nicholas Zhaosi?"

Putting the shovel on the ground, Leon said with a smile: "There are no living people in places like cemeteries. Who says that when you go to a cemetery, you must go to find the dead~

for example……"

"Like what? Like who?"

Leon stretched his chin forward: "For example, the man behind you...the gravekeeper."

Johnny turned around sharply and saw the white-haired old man standing quietly behind him in the night.

"Hi, how are you?"

Leon waved the shovel and said hello.

Johnny smiled awkwardly at his grandfather, looked back at Leon's outfit, and felt cold.

No one would think this is a normal person...

Especially, still in the cemetery late at night.

Taking two steps back and walking to Leon, Johnny whispered: "You're not going to silence me after asking questions, are you?

I saw it in the movie, he saw my face, and he will inevitably go there in the future...

Mr. Lyon, why are you looking at me like this?"

This time it was Leon's turn to scratch his scalp.

"Johnny, promise me something, please."

"What's up?"

Leon put the shovel on his shoulder and said as he walked forward: "In the future, watch less movies.

Especially...

Films by Nicholas Chaos."