Come with the Spark Teleportation Gate.
Return naturally also with the Spark Teleportation Gate.
As a circle of sparks emerged and bid farewell to the Supreme Mage, Hawk, who had been studying in Kamar-Taj for two days, stepped out of the Teleportation Gate holding Gwen's hand, and they were already back in the Holy Hall located in New York City.
Soon.
Hawk and Gwen walked out from the Holy Hall, whose presence was infinitesimally small from behind, got back to the car, and then with a foot on the accelerator sped towards Palm Street.
At this moment.
After just getting in the car and fastening her seatbelt, Gwen glanced at New York City, which was also in the morning, as if she remembered something.
"Something's not right!"
"What's wrong?"
Hawk glanced at Gwen, who suddenly spoke.
Gwen blinked and said, "When we went to Kamar-Taj, it was morning; it was morning there too. But logically speaking, shouldn't it be already night there?"
Hawk thought Gwen was curious about something. Hearing this, he chuckled and replied, "It's the work of the Supreme Mage."
Gwen raised an eyebrow.
Hawk smiled and said, "Worried about our jet lag. Don't forget, the Time Gemstone is on her side."
Gwen nodded with a suddenly enlightened expression.
Half an hour later.
The Audi A8 parked.
The next second.
After successfully sending Gwen home, Hawk instantly vanished in the garage, and when he reappeared, he had turned into a black-red flash soaring high above, heading towards Fort Stockton in Texas.
The alarms at the New York S.H.I.E.L.D Combat Command Center blared once again.
"Hiss!"
"Here he goes again."
"Where is it this time?"
"Judging by the trajectory, it's still heading towards Texas."
"Call Agent Carter."
"Got it."
Several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents on holiday duty, watching Hawk, who was so fast he was nearly untraceable under the S.H.I.E.L.D satellite, prepared to call Sharon Carter, who was currently vacationing in Texas, without a second thought after confirming Hawk's trajectory.
To ask is to say that throughout S.H.I.E.L.D., very few have had to deal with Hawk.
Sharon Carter was already considered an expert in this regard.
At the same time, another person who sensed Hawk's energy rapidly heading towards Fort Stockton in Texas was Johnny Blaze, currently sitting on a bus from Bozwell County, Pennsylvania, to New York City, looking somewhat disheveled and exhausted, bearing Nicolas Cage's aged face.
Don't ask why he's on a bus.
Because even as Ghost Rider, it's impossible to get from Texas to New York City overnight.
The most important point.
After leaving Texas, even Ghost Rider can't appear during the day.
So...
This resulted in Johnny Blaze obediently buying a bus ticket to New York City during the day, while at night, as Ghost Rider, he would steal someone else's motorcycle, then transform back into Ghost Rider with a cackle, continuing towards New York City.
Logically speaking, they should have arrived in New York City by yesterday.
But Johnny Blaze ended up on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar.
This time, even if Ghost Rider isn't afraid of S.H.I.E.L.D., Johnny Blaze only knows that law enforcement agencies are chasing him, causing him to barely move yesterday, finding a place to hide until night fell, and then continuing the journey after transforming back into Ghost Rider.
The crux of this issue falls on Johnny himself.
Simply put.
If you don't want to perform, you could've sent a notice at least ten days in advance.
However, a certain professional S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, who spent a lot of money on front-row tickets, eagerly awaited your performance the next evening, only for you to cancel it on them just like that.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, feeling mocked, blushed with anger and vowed to find this unreliable Johnny Blaze.
In short.
The irate S.H.I.E.L.D. agent also wanted Johnny Blaze to know that her temper can be just as fiery.
So under S.H.I.E.L.D. surveillance, Johnny Blaze was seen transforming into Ghost Rider, stepping into a gas station, and upon blowing up the gas station, stole a biker's motorcycle, cackling maniacally as he rode out from the exploding gas station.
Thus, personal vendetta turned into a bureaucratic matter.
No need to say more.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s machinery instantly went into action, fully searching for Johnny Blaze.
Even though most of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s elite forces were in Africa, the agents left on home soil were still capable.
If it was any ordinary person, they'd have been caught long ago.
But Johnny remained by relying on the razor-sharp intuition fused with Ghost Rider, dodging S.H.I.E.L.D.'s eyes again and again, even successfully getting on a bus to New York City this morning.
But then…
Seeing he would reach New York in another three hours, Johnny Blaze felt like crying when he sensed Hawk's marked aura swiftly shooting towards Texas once more.
But!
What could he do?
His father's soul was still waiting for him to rescue it.
Johnny's thoughts raced as he moved towards the bus door, shouting, "Driver, stop the bus, my house is on fire, I need to get off the bus."
The driver braked suddenly, almost sending Johnny sprawling down the bus aisle.
Five seconds later.
The bus sped away.
Johnny gazed at the departing bus, then looked at the deserted highway, and suddenly froze, realizing one thing.
He damn well should have gotten off at the previous transit station.
At this moment, Hawk had already returned to the valley where he had previously dueled with the Earth Demon.
Just as he landed, the aura of the Hell Dimension assaulted him again, attempting to suppress his combat power once more.
But…
The Life and Death Law also circulated on Hawk's body. The feeling of suppression disappeared instantly under the wash of the Life and Death Law.
After all, before my Netherworld was built, you say I'd go to Hell if I died, I won't argue that.
But now that my Netherworld is built, and you still say I'd go to your Hell if I die, wouldn't that make my Netherworld a waste?
Hawk felt the dissipating Hell aura, stood in place, stretched his limbs, and then took out his phone, seeing the caller ID, he directly chose to answer.
"Sharon."
"Hawk, you're back at Fort Stockton again?"
"Yes."
Hawk said with a smile, "I thought the motorcycle stunt show you mentioned was pretty cool, so I thought I should come check it out."
It was fine until this was mentioned.
Once brought up!
On the other end, Sharon's voice was instantly full of resentment: "You're talking about Johnny Blaze, don't mention him, that damn guy turned out to be a demon."
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
Sharon then explained how she had spent a lot on tickets, waited in anticipation, only to find out upon arriving that Johnny Blaze's performance was canceled, and how she got mad and tried to confront him only to discover Johnny Blaze turning into a skeleton.
"Then you're late, that guy has already fled to Pennsylvania now."
"Not late, just in time."
Listening to Sharon's explanation, Hawk fully confirmed that Mephisto's surprise for him was the Ghost Rider.
But when he thought about the Ghost Rider, who had been tirelessly rushing towards New York City for the past few days, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
However, Hawk managed to suppress it, then, sensing Sharon's confusion over the phone, chuckled, "He's coming for me, here's a word of advice, tell your people not to approach him at night."
Sharon was initially stunned upon hearing this, then got a bit curious.
"What happens if they approach?"
"He used to be a Lord of Hell, but was defeated by Mephisto, transformed into the Spirit of Vengeance to harvest souls for Mephisto, so you tell me what would happen if they approach."
"Hiss!"
Sharon took a deep breath and quickly said, "Okay, thanks, I'll report this information, but since he's after you, then you…"
Hawk smiled and said, "I'm here for him."
Sharon, on the other end of the phone, seemed to have an epiphany and quickly reported the newest situation after hanging up the call with Hawk.
Information transferred quickly.
Soon.
Two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents driving along the highway searching for Johnny's trace brightened up as they saw Johnny some way off, standing on the road with his thumb up trying to hitch a ride, ready to accelerate towards him to make an achievement at that moment.
The latest information arrived.
Johnny, watching the approaching Chevrolet SUV, broke into a happy expression.
The next second.
The Chevrolet SUV, without stopping, roared past, as if the driver and the two men in black suits in the passenger seat couldn't even see him, heading straight past him, speeding away ahead.
Gah!
Gah!
Gah!
A crow flew over, leaving three bold question marks above Johnny's head.
"WTF—"
"People here are so indifferent!"
After realizing what happened, Johnny looked at the already distant Chevrolet SUV, subconsciously cursed and couldn't help but complain that Pennsylvania was nothing like the helpful Texans.
The night fell!
In a desolate canyon fifty kilometers south of Fort Stockton.
Hawk sat on a cliff, looking up at the silently rising moon.
The moon was very full tonight.
He recalled when he was young, in the church, every August 15th, standing behind the church looking up at the moon, imitating his sister Anya looking up at the moon.
Unfortunately, ever since Anya accidentally passed away, he seldom looked at the moon over the years.
Because since Anya's death, whenever he looked up at the moon, it reminded him of his sister standing beside him imitating his actions, looking up at the moon together.
He was afraid of evoking sadness by the scene.
Afraid of being reminded of people by the objects.
So today is the first time he has seriously looked at the moon in many years.
Because…
If nothing unexpected happens, he will be able to bring back his sister by sunrise tomorrow.
The reason he built the Netherworld so perfectly, even using the Reality Gemstone to create a realistic Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, was so his sister could feel comfortable in the Netherworld during that time.
It's soon!
Anya, I'll come get you soon.
Accompanied by the increasingly closer cackling sound, Hawk slowly retracted his gaze, looking towards the direction from which the cackling was coming.
Into view!
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