Boom!
Amidst the roaring sound of the engine, a fiery red figure that was burning with flames galloped on the empty road.
As the sun rose in the early morning, a ray of light illuminated the dim horizon.
The darkness gradually faded under the illumination of the light. Johnny, who was riding the Hell War Chariot, was exposed to the sunlight. White smoke immediately surrounded his body. The flesh and meridians that had been lost were reborn under the flames. From the terrifying appearance of the flame skeleton, he became a human!
What followed was an irresistible sense of exhaustion.
Johnny only felt weak all over. It was a tiredness he had never felt before. It was as if all his strength had been exhausted. The scene in front of him even showed a heavy shadow. He almost could not control the direction of the motorcycle and crashed into the utility pole by the roadside.
After riding back to the cemetery with great difficulty, Carter Slade held the cigarette grass in his mouth and quietly looked at him with the shovel in his hands. "Good morning, dead bones. It seems that the operation is not going smoothly. Tell me what happened last night?"
"That person appeared again."
Johnny got off the motorcycle, his face full of exhaustion. He said weakly, "He is stronger than we thought. He almost killed the black demon last night."
"Pfft, almost killed the black demon?" Carter Slade was instantly dumbfounded. He did not even react when the shovel in his hand fell. He asked in disbelief, "Are you sure you are not joking with me?"
"Unfortunately, I hope that this is a joke more than you." Johnny spread his hands helplessly and sighed, "But it's a pity that this is the truth. Moreover, he only waved his sword once, and he split apart the black demon's summoning magic -- Hell Storm."
"Splitting Hell Storm with a single strike?!"
Although Carter Slade's expression did not change, his heart was in turmoil, his chin almost hitting his feet. He said in shock, "Wait, are you sure you are not mistaken? That's hell Storm!"
"I'm sure I didn't see wrongly, and I almost died again." Johnny looked a little stiff, and his tired eyes were almost unable to open. He said, "If there's nothing else, can you let me go to sleep first?"
"Uh... Okay, you go to rest first." Carter Slade took a deep breath and suppressed the doubts in his heart, indicating that he should go to rest first.
"Ah ---"
Johnny yawned as he sauntered into the church.
The small room behind the church was where Carter Slade usually lived. Johnny occupied his bed without any politeness. He laid on the bed for a few seconds and let out a long and loud snoring. It was obvious how tired he was.
Outside the church.
Carter Slade stood still, thinking about the man in his mind.
After ten minutes of silence, he let out a long sigh. A strange look flashed through Carter's cloudy eyes. "Could it be... really him?"
Carter Slade bent down to pick up the shovel. With slow steps, he arrived in front of a shabby tombstone.
The owner of the tombstone impressively wrote the name of Carter Slade, and below it was a sentence, "May the angel lead you into the path of heaven."
This tombstone that had been set up for him symbolized the promise made by an angel!
For hundreds of years,
He stood alone in this cemetery, silently guarding the contract of the Holy Fangang. He was waiting for the arrival of an angel to fulfill the promise he had made!
Carter Slade stared at the old tombstone with a touch of exhaustion in his eyes. He said to himself, "Is he... the person you are talking about?"
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The next morning.
In a luxurious suite on the top floor of a five-star high-end hotel, bright sunlight shone into the room through the French windows. The soft breeze blew up the white curtains, dancing gently like a woman's skirt.
Lod slowly opened his eyes and stretched with satisfaction. Then, he put on his pajamas and got up to wash up. Then, he walked out of the room openly and arrived at the restaurant on the fifth floor of the hotel.
It was still early at this time. There were only two or three people sitting in various parts of the restaurant. They were quietly enjoying their breakfast while looking up at the program on the TV.
The TV was playing "Good Morning, America." It was a program of ABC, one of the three major media outlets in the United States. With a humorous and interesting emphasis, discussing serious news as a selling point.
Lod took a look and found that the higher-ups were talking about the blue flame that suddenly appeared in the sky above Dallas last night.
The two hosts were amused and explained what happened last night with a very official reply.
The general meaning was to appeal to everyone not to panic and guess blindly. Last night's unexpected event was actually a meteorite streaking across the sky above Dallas, burning fiercely in the friction with the atmosphere, and releasing this blue flame.
A very stiff reason...
Almost anyone with a discerning eye could see it.
The US officials were obviously talking nonsense. They didn't even have the relevant data on meteorites. They were all talking nonsense.
Then, in the following interview, several well-known scholars and experts publicly refuted the officials, claiming that they hid the truth of last night. The cyan flame was actually an alien, not a so-called meteorite.
Then, the following news suddenly revealed that Hollywood Film Emperor cheated, black gay person was killed, and so on. A series of exciting news.
"Ha ---As expected of the US. This set of public opinion is like the cold war back then."
Lod couldn't help but smile when he saw this. He suddenly admired S. H. I. E. L. D. and roughly guessed how they covered up the truth.
I will first give you a very fake news, then package the fake news into real news, and finally package it into fake news. The real and fake hollow is real.
Then I will bribe more than a dozen famous public intellectuals, visit various interview shows and talk about it, and they deliberately use aliens as cover to refute the official statement.
In the end, a few Hollywood stars' scandals broke out, forcefully diverting the attention of the public and successfully covering up this matter.
With such a set of operations, the flow of water and the flow of water mixed together.
The power of the media was displayed to the extreme, allowing people to willingly immerse themselves in the information cocoon room, unable to find out the truth behind it.
It was hard on S. H. I. E. L. D., who had to wipe his butt every time.
After swallowing the last piece of fresh, tender, and juicy beef, Lod was about to get up and leave the restaurant when he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure walking in with a smile on the hotel manager's face.
And that familiar figure was Tony Stark!
Following behind Tony Stark was a blonde beauty in a long black dress and a responsible bodyguard
Sure enough, wherever he was, there would definitely be no lack of beauties accompanying him!
However, Lod was a little curious. What was Tony Stark doing in Dallas?
Tony hugged the beautiful woman with a face full of peach blossoms. He walked into the restaurant and looked around. When he saw Lod sitting in the corner of the restaurant, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and then the smile on his face gradually disappeared.