Boom...
Boom...
A string of explosions rang out through the prison complex as a figure wreathed in blue flames raced through the maximum-security prison.
His wild laughter turned the faces of every guard stationed outside pale.
Commissioner Gordon, who had rushed over after receiving the news, looked grim.
A crowd of reporters surrounded him, their cameras trained on him and excitement written all over their faces. They practically wanted to shove their microphones into his mouth for him to taste.
"Commissioner Gordon, what are your thoughts on Ghost Rider's sudden attack on this maximum-security prison?"
"Commissioner Gordon, rumors say Ghost Rider has always been on good terms with the Gotham City Police. Some even claim he's the Police Department's secret weapon. What do you have to say about that?"
"Commissioner Gordon, how will you deal with a supernatural being like Ghost Rider? Can you protect Gotham City's residents?"
"What do you make of residents' claims that public safety in Gotham City has steadily improved since Ghost Rider appeared?"
Watching Ghost Rider run rampant through the maximum-security prison, Gordon answered the reporters with righteous conviction. "Rest assured, everyone. We will utterly eliminate terrorists like him."
He paused, then continued, "Even if he's a demon."
"And let me make one thing clear: no one in our police force has any connection to this so-called Ghost Rider."
"We will never coexist with such evil."
With that, Gordon took the lead, putting on a bulletproof vest and accepting a submachine gun from one of his men.
"Members of the press, we're about to begin our operation. Please stay safe."
Gordon turned to his men, each built like a bull calf. "Follow me. If he refuses to surrender, shoot to kill."
"Yes, sir!"
The maximum-security prison had been reduced to rubble. Ghost Rider moved