Warlock of the Marvel Universe

In this way, the matter came to an end, and Evanson and Melinda were back on the road.This time, though, Melinda was driving.

"Being with you is such a weird experience." Melinda sighed as she recalled what happened just now.

"Hmph, I didn't recruit them, so what do they have to do with me?" Evanson said helplessly, "Besides, you have been working in SHIELD for so many years, haven't you seen anything weird yet?"

"SHIELD is the defense line between the normal world and the weird world. Huh, I thought I was used to it." Melinda shook her head and smiled bitterly. "But after meeting you, I realized that you are simply weird and weird. Between the weirder worlds.”

"What are you talking about? I'm usually quite normal." Evanson tilted his head and said, "But I like your summary. It sounds pretty good."

"By the way, let's just leave him there, okay?" Melinda asked.The two of them got in the car and left. Johnny Blaze, who was forced to de-transform, was still sitting on the desert with his hands and feet weak.

"It doesn't matter, he can't die." Evanson replied nonchalantly.

"How long will it take for him to regain his strength?" Melinda asked.

"Five or six days." Evanson calculated, "I'm not sure." Then he frowned and said seriously, "Hey, I have to remind you, SHIELD must not hit him. His idea is different from mine. He is a slave without freedom, and the only master who can control him is Mephisto, who signed a contract with him."

"How could it be? I didn't want to cooperate with him. After all, I just saw it." Melinda smiled. Although she had been watching from the side just now, she generally knew what was going on and how it happened. The idea of ​​working with the devil's puppet? "It just needs routine monitoring."

"Are you serious?" Evanson asked.

"Of course, it's SHIELD's responsibility at this time," Melinda said.

"Then you'd better send someone who is pure and kind." Evanson said with a smile, "He will not be merciful like me when he takes action."

"A pure and kind person? Hum..." Melinda shook her head and smiled. There are also pure and kind people among agents?This is a joke.

"But it's not necessary." Evanson flattened the seat and lay down. "It won't exist for long, and the devil won't allow his power to float outside for too long. When something happens, find someone to sign a contract. Create a knight, and after the contract is completed, he will take back the knight's power."

"A flash in the pan?" Melinda asked.

"A flash in the pan." Evanson replied weakly.

"Are you okay?" Melinda asked with concern.Evanson, who was closing his eyes to rest his mind, looked quite tired.

"It's okay, the trauma has been healed a long time ago." Evanson lay on the seat and rubbed his eyes. "But the mana consumption is a bit high. You can recover after taking a rest." After saying that, he raised his head and looked at the sky. "Ah, this The sun is so dazzling." He took out a pair of sunglasses from his arms and put them on.

"At this time..." Melinda asked curiously, "Shouldn't you be comatose or vomiting blood?"

Evanson half sat up, lowered his head, and looked at Melinda incredulously through the slit of his sunglasses. "I just consumed a lot of mana, and it wasn't because I was mentally exhausted. Why did I faint? Besides..." Evanson said again... Lying down on the seat "I

I totally can’t understand why someone who is mentally damaged needs to spit something out?Vomit ganglion? "

"So it won't take long for you to recover?" Melinda asked.

Evenson said, "That's right, within three days." Although his power was also exhausted, Evanson would definitely recover faster than Ghost Rider. After all, one was sucked and the other was sucked in the last moment.

"That's good." Melinda smiled and nodded.

"Thank you for your concern." He said lazily while lying in the car, but when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly sat up again. "No, you asked about the knight's recovery time and then asked about me. Something must have happened!"

"I'm just worried..." Melinda tilted her head and said, "Whether you can complete the contract on time."

"Oh, I'm really being pretentious." Evanson said with an unbearable expression on his face, "Please, it's me who signed the contract, not you. I'm not in a hurry. Why are you so anxious?"

"It's a living hell, you're not worried at all?" Melinda asked.It's such a big deal, could you please take a snack?

"Huh huh huh..." Evanson laughed for a while, laughing and saying that Melinda's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and she was about to violently beat someone up before saying, "It seems that you are completely beaten by Mephisto." The old guy was fooled, living hell? How is that possible?"

"First of all, to turn this world into hell, it must be connected to hell, otherwise it will just be regarded as a distorted false hell. However, the dimensions of hell and this world are different, and even the physical rules are different, so The energy required to connect the two worlds is simply immeasurable, and the thousand sinful souls in the Saint Fangansa contract are not enough."

"But it is possible to twist a small place similar to hell, but the place will not be too big, only the size of a small town." Evanson glanced at Melinda and said, "If I fail, you Can you apply for an atomic bomb and just wipe that area a little?"

"Atomic bombs work?" Melinda asked.

"I don't know." Evanson replied vaguely, "I haven't tried it..."

"Tch." Melinda curled her lips, obviously not satisfied with the answer.

"Ah, that's right." Evanson closed his eyes and said vaguely, "You just said you wanted to monitor the Ghost Rider? That's just right..."

"What?" Melinda said to herself, didn't you just say it was not necessary? Why are you getting up now?

"Help me check..." Evanson, who was about to fall asleep, rubbed his temples with his index finger and said, "Which cemeteries has Johnny Blaze visited recently?"

Melinda "Cemetery?"

"Yes, it's a cemetery." Evanson answered affirmatively. "It needs to be in a remote place but very historical. Well, it has to be at least 100 years old."

"And..." Evanson added, "There is only one gravekeeper. He is an old man in his 70s or [-]s. His name is Carter. Well, what is Carter? Oh, by the way, Carter Slay. I just don’t know. Isn’t he still called by this name?”

"In a remote cemetery that is more than 100 years old, a male gravekeeper who is about 70 or [-] years old has at least once used the name Cartersley?" Melinda repeated Evanson's request in a professional manner.

Evenson "..." was completely asleep.