Little Rachel took advantage of Red Skull being tripped and starting to curse in fury to pull out a red notebook.
She shouted at Red Skull, "I am the holder of the Demon Passport. Obey my command! Leave immediately, and never come near me again!"
If it had been an adult, they definitely would have told him to die or something, but Little Rachel was kind-hearted and simple-minded. She could not think of anything that complicated. Making him leave and stay far away was the best result she could come up with in her haste.
"You dare try to control me?! I am Red Skull!" The Mind Stone, already drained to its limit, was forced to yield another massive amount of Psychic Ability, allowing him to forcibly resist the Demon Passport's control.
"This guy is scarier than a demon! Get inside!"
The Demon Passport failing was not unexpected. Little Rachel finally brought out her trump card: a cartoonish, oval-shaped, duck-egg-like Drill Rig with an extremely primitive design.
The two children rushed into the Drill Rig in three quick strides like startled little boars. Amid a deafening rumble, the machine completely ignored the surroundings and drilled a deep hole straight through the concrete road. Its drill bit spun rapidly, carrying the two of them deep underground.
Red Skull: "..."
Panting heavily, he forcibly calmed himself down and crawled to the hole to look inside. Hah, in the blink of an eye, the two children had vanished without a trace!
Why did that child have so many bizarre gadgets?
Oh, after a bout of speculation, he thought he understood! Red Skull believed he had found the answer. That child was a Mutant, and perhaps her ability was to produce all kinds of strange tools!
Children lacked imagination. If that child fell into