Non-Combat Personnel, Evacuate Immediately

At that moment, Johnny Blaze, who was inside the house, heard strange noises and miserable screams coming from outside.

Startled, he hurried out the door to investigate.

He recognized at once the demon standing outside with a scepter in hand—Mephisto, the culprit who had made a contract with him years ago.

A flash of anger passed through Johnny's eyes as he gritted his teeth. "You..."

Mephisto glanced at Johnny and said,

"You came at the right time. I have something for all of you to do!"

With that, he pointed a finger at Johnny, and crimson flames instantly erupted from Johnny's body.

In the blink of an eye, his flesh vanished completely within the flames, leaving behind only a burning skeleton—Ghost Rider!

At the S.H.I.E.L.D. New York Branch, Lu Xi sat alone on a sofa in the spacious reception room, quietly watching the bustling night view of New York through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The location of this S.H.I.E.L.D. base was quite clever. It stood halfway up a mountain in the suburbs, surrounded by silence and far from human activity.

Lu Xi's superhuman vision was being put to full use at that moment.

He could even clearly see a beautiful woman several kilometers away on the street, with a tiny hole in the black stockings on her leg.

Lu Xi had already borrowed a pair of pants from a S.H.I.E.L.D. staff member.

But because of the three enormous pairs of wings on his back, no shirt could fit over them, so he could only remain bare-chested.

After withdrawing his gaze, Lu Xi began carefully examining the reception room.

The surrounding walls were covered in special materials, and their extraordinary hardness could be felt from their appearance alone.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had likely built this specifically for people like him, those with potential danger.

Just then, Coulson entered with a smile on his face.

He carried two steaming cups of coffee and said,

"Sir, this is the best coffee in our base. Why don't you give it a try?"

Lu Xi accepted the coffee and softly said,

"Thank you."

Coulson sat down on the sofa opposite Lu Xi, cleared his throat, and asked,

"First of all, may I ask where you came from?"

After thinking for a moment, Lu Xi felt it might be better to explain it simply and clearly, so he said,

"You can think of it as another world."

Curiosity flashed through Coulson's eyes, and he immediately pressed on,

"Heaven? I heard from Miss Daisy that you are Lucifer. Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Xi's thoughts raced.

Since he had arrived in the dangerous world of Marvel and had yet to gain a foothold,

perhaps borrowing this person's name could serve as a deterrent.

After all, although S.H.I.E.L.D. had broad authority, quite a few Hydra forces were mixed in among its ranks.

Flying this big shot's banner would at least make them wary and prevent them from taking extreme measures against him so easily.

So Lu Xi gave a slight nod. "You can think of it that way."

Coulson was about to continue questioning him when Lu Xi suddenly turned his head and stared out the window with blazing eyes.

Curious, Coulson followed his line of sight.

On the street outside, a trail like burning fire was rapidly approaching the base.

If his eyesight had been better, he would have seen that it was a skeleton riding a flaming motorcycle, accompanied by several humanoid demons running at incredible speed.

Coulson could not help muttering,

"What... is that?"

Lu Xi naturally recognized Ghost Rider, but he could not be bothered to explain.

Almost at the same time, the base's surveillance system detected the anomaly as well, and shrill alarms instantly echoed throughout the entire base.

Several teams of highly trained field agents immediately sprang into action.

Driving bulletproof SUVs, they sped toward the designated location.

They then positioned their vehicles across the road, raised their guns, and stood ready, blocking the path of Ghost Rider and Blackheart's group.

As the bizarre flaming skeleton man drew closer, one agent picked up a loudspeaker and shouted,

"Stop immediately and identify yourselves!"

Hearing the shout, Ghost Rider, transformed from Johnny, immediately slowed his motorcycle.

Deep down, he still believed himself to be human, and he truly could not bear to harm these innocent people.

However, Blackheart, who was running at high speed, did not hesitate in the slightest and charged straight into the agents.

Only then did the agents realize that beneath the shadows cast by the flames, there were several bizarre humanoid creatures as well.

With no time to think, they all pulled their triggers and opened fire on the demons.

Unfortunately, their bullets struck Blackheart and Earth Demon as though they were hitting solid steel plates.

They produced only a series of clanging sounds, while the targets seemed completely unaffected.

The bullets fired at Wind Demon and Water Demon passed straight through their bodies, causing no harm at all.

But the killing power of these demons was entirely different.

Blackheart rushed into the crowd and merely needed to lightly touch each person.

The agents he touched immediately withered away, their life force drained in an instant.

The other three demons each used bizarre methods of their own, slaughtering the agents as though no one stood in their way.

In just one exchange, the agents suffered devastating losses. Of the original team of dozens, only three to five remained.

An almost human expression of reluctance appeared on Johnny's skeletal face.

He wanted to stop Blackheart's atrocities, but his body seemed to be controlled by some invisible force and would not obey him at all.

He could only ride his motorcycle through the crowd, look up at Lu Xi inside the base, and charge straight toward him.

Watching Ghost Rider's actions, Lu Xi suddenly came to a realization. These people seemed to be coming for him!

Beside him, Coulson's face was filled with grief.

Many of the field agents below were his friends.

Some had even been personally trained by him, and they shared deep bonds.

So even as an experienced veteran agent, he found it difficult to suppress the grief in his heart.

The alarms within the base grew more urgent.

Several Quinjets immediately took off and fired missiles at Blackheart from the air.

Gatling guns and grenade launchers suddenly emerged from the base walls on the ground, firing wildly at the demons.

The missiles struck the ground, instantly kicking up thick clouds of dust.

Yet the value of the "smoke means no damage" law was still rising.

When the dust dispersed, the demons were completely unharmed and continued advancing toward the base with fierce momentum.

This seemed to trigger some emergency response protocol, and a clear voice alert sounded:

"All non-combat personnel, evacuate immediately through emergency exits. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill!"

Coulson, who had been immersed in grief, suddenly came back to his senses and anxiously said to Lu Xi,

"Sir, please come with me. I must get you out of here."