Chapter 224 The alcoholic black priest will not dream of Ghost Rider
Since the giant sword was carried by a very delicate-looking little girl and looked like some kind of film and television prop made of foam, Salomon and the android did not stop them when they entered the supermarket. Of course, there were
Maybe it was because the old, fat security guard was dozing off at the door, but no matter what, with the help of his glib skills and proficiency in languages, Salomon still stumbled around and asked the cashier for something. It took him about
20 US dollars - No one will remember a man who wore a leather coat every day, was greasy, and often came to buy wine. The cashier said that the man must not take a shower often, and the leather coat would almost stink.
For business reasons, that man can't come in at all.
"If you ask me, I don't want to go into that place." After leaving the supermarket, Salomon said to the artificial man in English, "It was filled with the stench of fermented discarded baby diapers. I just couldn't believe it.
We can imagine what the toilet in the supermarket looks like, and what kind of person would be able to stay there for so long. We have finally got the clue, the man smelling of motor oil, and we also know the location of the abandoned garage.
The next step is to go there and have a look.”
"Yes, Master." Miss Cyborg did not express any opinion on Salomon's complaints. She just faithfully carried out the orders given by the Mystic Mage.
However, when Salomon and the android station arrived at the abandoned garage through the portal, they found that the place couldn't be worse. There was a somewhat choking smell of engine oil everywhere, and the black sand under their feet,
The pale concrete and surrounding rusted iron walls also exude a cold, greasy smell. This may have been an important maintenance shop in the last century, but now it has long been abandoned.
No one usually comes here, and even homeless people are not willing to live in such a remote place, because it is some distance from the city and it is not that convenient to get food. There is no water or electricity here, and the people who used to live here have long since moved
After entering the city, even wild animals were reluctant to come here, so Salomon did not expect to meet other people besides the target here.
"You can control that devil and make it work for you, right? You're stronger than the deep, hungry one."
"Who are you?" Salomon stared at the black man in front of him who smelled of alcohol. One of his targets this time, Johnny Blaze, didn't pay attention to anyone. Instead, he covered his forehead and was minding his own business.
He walked out and leaned on his motorcycle, which was covered by a tarpaulin.
"Who the hell are you?" The black man in a tattered leather coat looked up and down at the mystic and the artificial man. The red holy cloth on Salomon's body caught his attention. He turned around and asked Johnny...
Blazer, "Anyone else coming for you?"
"Hey, give me a break first, I have something to talk to him about." The mystic mage squeezed past the black man smelling of alcohol. The android was standing aside, ready to draw out his giant sword and attack at any time. Salomon grabbed the strong sword.
Johnny Blaze shook his collar vigorously, trying to make this guy wake up, "Tell me, Johnny, how did you escape from the United States and come here? Who is helping you cover up your whereabouts?"
"I don't know...who the hell are you?"
"I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet." Salomon let go of his hand, took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on to prevent himself from touching the stubborn oil stains on the leather jacket. "I am the mystic mage of Kama Taj.
, the incarnation of Mephisto you met last time has been sent to melt by us, and we saved your girlfriend. I think you must have learned something about the situation after that night, I hope Carter
·Shrey said it in enough detail so that I can save myself some words. Never mind, if you make such a big noise, SHIELD will definitely target you, and we, Karma Taj, won’t put our hopes in it.
A vengeful spirit beyond control."
"Hey, wizard!" Moru didn't know what Kama Taj was, but the more he looked at the holy cloth, the more familiar it seemed. "Where did you steal the holy cloth?"
"I don't know about that. After all, this is something given to me by the Supreme Mage." Salomon waved his hand back, signaling the android to pull the black man further away so as not to disturb his inquiry work. He asked the strong man
Ni Blazer said, "I met your girlfriend before we left..."
"Rose..."
"That's great. You haven't lost your memory due to excessive drinking. Then I came at the right time!" The Mystic Mage twitched the corners of his mouth symbolically and showed an extremely perfunctory smile. "She said she wanted to punch you a few times.
Johnny Blaze. Now, tell me, is there anyone helping you? If your answer satisfies me..."
"Do you think I would be like this if someone helped me?"
"Hey, hey! F*uck, I won't hurt your little boyfriend, let me pass, shit! Why are you so strong? Listen up, wizard, now the Ghost Rider has a very important mission, where is he?
Don't go either!" Moru tried to squeeze over, but he was firmly held by the android and couldn't take a step. He stretched out his hand, holding a photo in his hand, "Ghost Rider is going to save him! If you
If his conscience has not been completely swallowed up by witchcraft, let him go and let him complete what he is destined to do!"
"Great!" Salomon let go of Johnny Blaze with a smile on his face. He turned around and walked over, taking the photo in Moru's hand. "Is this the demon?" he asked,
"It doesn't look like anything special. Has he not yet embraced the devil's blood within him?"
"Are you looking for him too? What do you want to do to him?" Moru was surprised at first, then angry. He wanted to rush up, but was easily subdued by the android and could only kneel on the ground. He shouted angrily
, "I know the virtues of you wizards! You will do anything to gain power. F*uck, let me go! I'm warning you, don't hurt this boy, he is an innocent person! I should have thought of it a long time ago
!I thought you were still young and that your soul could still be saved, but I didn’t expect that you were like all wizards!”
"The fate of that tiefling will be determined by circumstances, not by me." Salomon shook his head and put the photo into his dimensional bag, "Where is this boy?"
"Your target is not the Ghost Rider, but this boy, right? Are you the devil's lackey?" The black man kept struggling, but failed. He closed his eyes and whispered a prayer,
Then he raised his head again and spat at Salomon, "Get out of here, you servant of the devil, don't even want to know any news about this boy from the servant of God! Knight, stand up, find the boy, save
He, I will save your soul!"
The mystic mage spread out his hands in confusion. He didn't know how he became Mephisto's servant.
"Ahem, you..." Salomon was about to speak when his shoulder was tapped.
"Give me the picture." Johnny Blaze's voice was full of impatience, "Give me the picture."
"Tsk, my dear Ghost Rider, you seem to have offended the wrong person." Salomon said with a smile. He looked at the priest kneeling on the ground again, "Dear priest, if I were you, I would kneel down and worship Abraham now.