A hell of fire raged. A terrifying, twisted head burned with flames. There was a hoarse roar, then crazy panting. Johnny Blaze, who was originally sleeping, suddenly woke up.
He looked at everything in front of him in confusion.
He saw that he was sitting on his beloved Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and in front of him was an abandoned repair yard. He looked around and saw the burnt black tire marks on the ground.
He also saw the iron chains, tires, scrapped cars, and other things around him that seemed to be melted by the high temperature.
Outside, the sun was shining, but Johnny's heart was full of haze. "Damn it," Johnny got off the motorcycle. He kicked the stone pillar beside him with a gloomy face, because his heart was full of anger.
He didn't know how many times this had happened. Just like being drunk and blacking out, he once again lost his memory of the night. In his sleep, he seemed to suddenly go to that purgatory-like world and dreamed of the skeleton knight wearing the same clothes as himself.
This nightmare-like life made him lose his peace and his lover. His life had been bad enough over the years, but now it had become even worse.
The feeling of powerlessness in his heart almost made him collapse. "Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, what is going on?"
Johnny rubbed his hair with his hands in annoyance. But he finally calmed down, though he didn't know how long this calmness could last. What happened to him? Why did he become like this?
As a stunt motorcycle driver, he was a star. His peak driving skills and techniques had resulted in countless performances that amazed his fans. With countless flowers and applause, he got everything he wanted. However, this did not make him feel fulfilled. He felt empty and hollow.
He seemed to have forgotten something, and he also felt that he was undergoing some kind of change. That change made him confused until the arrival of the nightmare.
Johnny sat on the Harley, reached out and dug into his pocket, found a cigarette, took it out, put it in his mouth, took out a lighter and lit it. He sat on the motorcycle to calm himself down. It really worked. After smoking a cigarette, Johnny was indeed much calmer.
After thinking for a moment, he drove the motorcycle away from the abandoned parking lot. He drove along the road and found a convenience store. He stopped the motorcycle at the door, walked into the store, took out the money in his wallet to buy milk, and took the packaged bread, hot dogs, and other food back to the motorcycle to eat.
Hunger made Johnny eat the food voraciously and drink the milk. The sugar in the milk made him feel much better. Just when he finished drinking and was about to leave, a group of spirited young men with gold chains on their necks, various tattoos on their arms, wearing T-shirts and baseball caps came over.
They noticed the Harley motorcycle Johnny was sitting on. Their eyes lit up immediately. They looked at each other and walked over quickly.
"Hey, man, your motorcycle is so beautiful," one of the white guys said to Johnny with a smile. Johnny raised his eyebrows, looked at him for a while, and replied: "Thank you."
"Is this a Harley-Davidson?"
"Yeah, a Harley-Davidson V-Rod Muscle."
"Cool." The white guy praised him and looked at Johnny.
"Man, you look familiar, like a star."
"Uh-huh, I'm a stunt motorcycle rider."
"Wow, I remember, you are Johnny Blaze, the big star. Great."
The white guy and a group of his friends laughed, and then continued: "As a big star, I don't think you care about a motorcycle, right? We are all your fans. If possible, can you give the motorcycle to us?"
"So, you want to rob me?" Johnny Blaze narrowed his eyes.
"Hey, don't say that. I think this is just a big star's gift to his fans, isn't it?" "Haha, thank you, Johnny, we love you forever."
"Yes, you are so kind, we will always support you."
"Well, man, it would be even better if you could give us some money." The group of spirited guys laughed wildly and surrounded Johnny, and many of them even pulled out weapons such as daggers.
Obviously, if Johnny didn't know what was going on, they might take tough measures. Johnny suppressed his anger, but he knew very well that if he was stubborn, then his ending might not be too good when facing these spirited guys.
The punks of this age group were fearless. Any carelessness, a word, or a look might provoke them and lead to their reckless attacks.
Johnny tried to suppress his reluctance and anger and was ready to get off the motorcycle, but a black Chevrolet SUV stopped not far away, and several people opened the door and got out.
The leader was a beautiful woman wearing a black coat, a combat uniform, and short platinum hair. The other people's clothes and temperament were different, which also attracted the attention of these energetic young men and Johnny.
Under the eyes of everyone, this group of people walked in front of everyone, but because Johnny was surrounded by these young men, their footsteps paused for a moment.
The leading woman in a black coat tilted her head slightly and raised her thin eyebrows.
"Hey, guys, can you make way?" Her voice was hoarse and magnetic. Her beautiful face and every slight movement were extremely charming. These young men could not bear this.
"Uh," the white guy in the lead had his eyes widened. In addition to this woman, the two women beside him were also very beautiful, but their temperament made him a little unsure. Seeing the young man's hesitation, the sturdy black-haired man next to the woman took out a Glock pistol from his waist. "Wow, okay, you guys talk, bye."
Seeing the man pull out a gun, the young men immediately shouted in surprise and ran away in a hurry. They were just a bunch of hooligans, not even gang members. They were scared when they saw a gun.
"Are you looking for me?" Johnny looked at the little devils who were running away. He felt happy, then turned back and looked at the group of people in front of him. He felt bitter. A lot of troubles had come to him.
"Hello, Johnny, shall we talk?"
"Yeah, you have the final say." Johnny looked at the man calmly as he put the gun back on his waist. Although he felt relieved, he still felt that he had no right to refuse. Fifteen minutes later, in an empty coffee shop, in front of a table near the window.
"So, you are members of the Avengers?" Johnny looked at Natasha Romanoff and the others in front of him in surprise.
The Avengers had some reputation outside, but they were not particularly well-known. They just knew that there was such an official organization that specialized in dealing with supernatural events.
Moreover, neither Natasha Romanoff, Barton, nor Psylocke chose to show their faces in front of the camera, so Natasha Romanoff and the others were even less known.
Natasha Romanoff sat opposite Johnny. Psylocke, Barton, Ava, and Bruce Banner sat at the table next to him, leaning against the wall. They were not relaxed, but they were surrounded. After all, the Flame Knight in the picture was not just ordinary scary.
Natasha Romanoff reached out and took out a tablet, opened a video, and put it in front of Johnny. The latter looked at Natasha Romanoff in confusion, and after Natasha Romanoff clicked the start button.
He saw an incredible picture. It was a surveillance picture on the street. It was clearly seen in the picture that he was riding a Harley motorcycle normally, but his body was swaying a little, and then he stopped on a street.
At the moment it was already evening, and there were not many people on the street. When he stopped, a few people came out of the dark alley next to him.
One of them pointed a gun at Johnny, grabbed him, and cursed. Johnny did not resist, but suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the person beside him.
Because of this action, one of the people who pointed the gun at Johnny was provoked and subconsciously pulled the trigger. After a gunshot, the bullet hit Johnny's head, and the latter's head tilted back a little, facing the sky.
The gunshot scared the surrounding pedestrians, and they fled in a hurry. The shooter was also startled, but he still gritted his teeth and prepared to grab the motorcycle with his companions and take Johnny's "corpse" to dispose of the body.
However, just as he approached, Johnny, who was supposed to be dead, suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the neck of the shooter and lifted him up. This action scared the other companions, who held their guns and kept pulling the trigger.
The muzzle burst into fire continuously until the bullets were used up. However, Johnny still did not let go of the captured person.
Seeing this, Johnny swallowed his saliva, a little bit unbelievable, and even subconsciously touched his head and body, but there was no sign of being shot, not even a hole in his clothes. He looked up at Natasha Romanoff, who tilted her head slightly to indicate that he should continue watching.
Johnny continued to watch the video, and sure enough, he saw his companion was still being held up and struggling and about to die.
Several other companions gritted their teeth and grabbed Johnny's hand, and even took out a dagger to stab him. Unexpectedly, Johnny smiled evilly with his face turned up to the sky, and laughed harshly.
Then, a red flame burned from the Harley motorcycle, and along with the flames, Johnny's head, arms, and all the flesh and blood organs in his body seemed to be burned and melted, turning into a skeleton.
The hollow eyes of the skull were dark, and flames burned on it. The Skeleton Knight came into being. He was completely unaware of the few frightened guys around him, and put the man he had caught in front of him. He put his head in front of the man and looked directly into his eyes. "You are guilty!!" With these words, a flame was printed in the dark and empty eyes.
The man twitched and lost his voice. The others were frightened and screamed, wanting to run away, but the Skeleton Knight was faster.
He grabbed these people almost instantly, and after shouting "You are guilty," they looked at each other, and all twitched and had no signs of life. All of this happened last night.
Johnny, who had turned into a skeleton knight, came to his own motorcycle. The skeleton's hand brushed across the body of the motorcycle.
With the flames, the entire model changed and turned into a cool hell-style heavy metal motorcycle. He stepped on the motorcycle, twisted the throttle handle, and the tires spun wildly on the spot.
The terrifying flames burned, driving the two tires with flames, with a rampant laugh, and with a terrifying sonic boom, he rode this motorcycle and disappeared at the end of the street.
A long trail of fire was left along the way, and the objects on both sides melted under the scorching heat.
The pictures taken by different surveillance cameras on both sides of the road finally disappeared on the highway outside the city.
"This, this is me?" Looking at the picture finally frozen at the last picture he disappeared, Johnny stuttered and said with disbelief on his face.
"Mr. Johnny, you don't have this memory?" Natasha narrowed her beautiful eyes and stared at Johnny.
Under Natasha Romanoff's gaze, Johnny felt an unprecedented pressure, like the gaze of a predator, which made his heart beat unconsciously.
This was an instinct that was not controlled by his will.
After swallowing nervously, he nodded quickly and said bitterly: "Yes, I have been tortured for a long time. From the beginning, the loss of memory reappeared after a long interval, and then the interval became shorter and shorter, until a few days ago, I lost my memory every night, and when I woke up the next day, I was already in another strange place."
As he said this, he raised his hands in depression and stared blankly, wondering why he had such a change.
Natasha Romanoff carefully observed Johnny's expression and emotional changes. Perhaps because of the subtle influence of the microcosm, she had a perception ability that was almost beyond ordinary people, and could easily capture many emotional changes.
With her micro-expression analysis, the top skills in psychology, it only took three seconds of observation. Natasha Romanoff was sure that Johnny was not lying.
She looked at Barton calmly, and then said: "Mr. Johnny, if you are willing, you should go back with us. We can use professional instruments and equipment to do some tests for you, and maybe we can find out the reason.
(End of Chapter)
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