Man transforms into Vision in Marvel

"Whirring whirring!"

The incoming wind blows the blazing flames, and the square head is also exposed under the burning fire. A powerful skull, which reflects the character of Frank the Punisher, thick and powerful, ferocious and fierce. Makes people feel safe.

"Frank?" Bob called softly.

The strong man turned his head suddenly, and the collision of the upper and lower bones made a heavy sound. He lowered his head and looked at his bone claws. He could not feel the heat of his own, but the flames of the fluffy hair would not lie. Frank touched it. All over his body, this thin layer of T-shirt seemed to be glued to his body, so as not to expose the fact that only the skeleton of his strong body was left.

Bob slowly stretched out his hand, with his palm facing up. The water vapor in the air and falling snowflakes slowly accumulated in his palm, and under the influence of the cold air, they turned into crystal-clear, hard and prickly ice mirrors, which moved slightly. Suspended in the palm of Iceman's hand.

The image of Frank was reflected on it, an evil spirit crawling out of hell. It looked very similar to the dead Robbie, but Robbie Reyes's body was lying at his feet, cold and gone. Temperature, I don’t know if I went to hell to fight with Mephisto.

He's dead, which means it's Frank in the ice mirror.

Frank suddenly woke up and broke the ice mirror in front of him. Scott was so shocked that he immediately shot a laser.

Li Nian didn't move. He didn't sense any malice or attack intention from Frank. He was like a shark wandering in the surrounding sea. He just curiously circled around the yacht a few times, but it was taken as a warning of danger.

Only the smell of blood attracts sharks.

The only things that attract Frank are punishment and guilt.

For these people in front of him, Frank's empty eyes clearly saw the sins on each person. The names of people or the lives of other monsters they carried were like brands that remained on their bodies forever the moment they were killed.

Like a cat smelling catnip.

Frank was also attracted by this group of heinous sins. He couldn't help but raise his hand, and the fire of hell poured out. When he reacted, he realized that he had done something wrong.

The golden flash interrupted the spread of hellfire, as if catching water floating in the air and pouring it back into its original container.

Li Nian did indeed do this. He stretched out his palms and grasped the flames like a rope. The scorching heat did not cause any harm to his body, but the scorching heat of his soul made him unbearable. He immediately gathered the flames. Formed into a ball and stuffed into Frank's mouth.

"Listen, Frank! I'll give you ten minutes to adapt to your new body. In ten minutes we will set sail again, intercept the Inhuman submarines, and then escort them safely to Mississippi. Nick Fury is there, S.H.I.E.L.D. made a last resort shelter where homeless women and children could go.”

Frank controlled the hell flames not to overflow, and there would still be scorch marks on the fine bone seams and joints.

"We need a lot of power to protect the residents from being attacked again. Wanda is crazy. You can't be crazy. You escaped from New York full of red fog and are still alive under the Hell Knights. This is something to be proud of. .”

Li Nian needed manpower too much, but the annihilation of the X-Men and the Inhumans made this society in a difficult situation. Both he and Nick Fury were at a point where no one was available. The Fantastic Four became two, and the underwater prison was damaged. Captain Carter was captured, Hill was infected... These all prove that the secrets of SHIELD and superheroes will be completely exposed to Wanda.

This is too deadly!

They can only look for Nick Fury. The spy chief may have secrets that even Hill has hidden, and may know many secrets that no one in the world knows.

And Kamartiki, magic is the only way to stop Wanda, and it is the most effective way to remove the infinite stones.

The Book of Emperor Weishan!

Li Nian tried his best to get the book, but the person who could use it died. Can Mo Du and Wang really bear the power of the book?

Ten minutes passed, and Frank panted and returned to his original appearance. The cost of transforming into the Ghost Rider was too great. They were destined generations, the heirs chosen by Mephisto and the previous knight.

If an ordinary person inherited this power, he would be swallowed up by the flames of revenge and be wiped out.

Only those who have experienced unforgettable pain can accept the power of Ghost Rider. Johnny Blazer, Robbie Reyes, Frank Custer... they all lost their loved ones.

"Go to Mississippi!" Li Nian said in a non-committal tone, levitating onto the fighter plane. Scott and the others followed behind him, without even looking at Frank.

Time is so tight, you never know which one will come first, accident or tomorrow.

Wanda's hero hunting plan is still going on, as well as her plan to collect infinite gems, which makes Li Nian feel impatient.

This Wanda is so terrifying...compared to the Scarlet Witch in Doctor Strange 2. Her sheer power may frighten the enemy, but there is always an opportunity to take advantage of her alone.

But once a person with great power and insidious strategies becomes an enemy, it will be a disaster. Napoleon once conquered Europe and became an unprecedented emperor, respected and criticized by thousands of people; Qin Shihuang's majestic strategies swept the world and left him indifferent. He was ruthless and became the first emperor throughout the ages, but he was affectionately called a 'tyrant'; the greedy empire on which the sun never sets used the sheepskin of friendship to slaughter all the native Americans...

Strength is key, but strength is not the only thing.

Simply being powerful cannot make the enemy feel complete fear. History books never mention that the enemy will be frightened just because they see a brave and foolhardy general.

An outstanding warrior can serve as a handsome man.

Li Nian claims to know Wanda's temperament better than anyone else. She is a depressed girl who always hides her sadness deep in her heart. She is not very young, but she has endured unimaginable pain. Those nightmares oppress her nerves all the time. , like a sharp dagger, every time you lose someone, it stabs your heart, until the heart that carries so much pain is completely torn apart and thrown into the bottomless abyss.

When you are young, you lose your parents, when you are young, you lose your brother, when you mature, you lose your loved one.

She was so miserable that Li Nian hugged her to sleep every night and had to ensure that her dreams were not corroded by darkness.

Wanda always likes to read books before going to bed, some fantasy stories and Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. She admires Hemingway and thinks that he must have something extraordinary to stand out from countless sufferings.

Li Nian couldn't bear to tell this uneducated girl that the courageous man eventually died of suicide.

Frank got on the savior's fighter plane and said, "You didn't succeed."

"Well..." Li Nian couldn't deny it. He failed and Wanda won.

"Where's my bullet? You didn't kill her with it?" Frank sat down on the seat next to Li Nian and took off his blindfold. He lost one eye in the red mist, but it was now repaired by the fire of hell.

His new eyes allowed him to see many things that he had never seen before, such as the sins on their heads, which were like dark clouds all over their heads, as if thunder was about to strike at any time.

Frank also looked at the top of his head. Compared to the X-Men, the sins on his head were deeper and more horrifying.

Over the years, he has been wandering around Hell's Kitchen and the gang's territory, those disgusting tattooed men with flowery arms, wearing ugly smiles and acting wildly, standing together, taking the children who were sold downstairs. They exchange money, insult women, shoot out...

Frank has always believed that he is a messenger of justice, and that he was born to punish these people who deserve death. They are not worthy of being human and should be imprisoned in hell, chained forever like a guard dog.

He has killed many gangsters and has seen how cruel, insidious and greedy they are.

Whenever he pointed the barrel of his gun at these so-called gangsters, they would always kneel on the ground, humbly and cunningly begging Frank for forgiveness, swearing to God that they would change their ways.

Frank didn't believe it. A pure black person couldn't change into any other color by adding any color. It could only be black and always be black.

The world is like a big dye vat. Everyone is born with a different color. Passionate people are always red, those melancholy artists are blue, and there are also hard-working fathers and husbands, who have simple yellow on their bodies. He sticks to the lowest bottom line in his heart and wanders in the gray area of ​​illegality...

Most newborn children are white, as pure and innocent as a piece of white paper. Their parents print different colors on them, but in the end they are all the same, heading towards black, which represents death.

Frank never considered himself a good person. If he were divided by color, he would be light black or gray-black, mixed with the red of justice, as thick as blood, with a disgusting smell, as if covered with everything in the world. The filth is more unpleasant and disgusting than any liquid in the world!

But what about this man?

Frank glanced at Li Nian. He could not clearly see the man's appearance. He seemed to be tightly wrapped in layers. His hidden soul was blurred, swaying, and never stable.

He also saw God.

The blessing of Asgard, the defensive spell of white magic, the power of infinite gems, the voice of the big-headed god, the curse of chaos, the entanglement of darkness and death...

He is so complicated! It is as complex as the sea, endless as far as the eye can see, yet all-encompassing.

These divine powers seemed to float in his soul, like honest turtles, helpful dolphins, ferocious sharks, or huge killer whales.

Frank was shocked, how could one person meet so many gods and have good and bad relations with them.

Li Nian didn't answer the whereabouts of the bullet and couldn't answer it. Could it be that he told Frank the truth that he gave the bullet to Hill and then Hill was arrested in the blink of an eye? It's still under my own nose, that's too embarrassing.

From now on, I don’t dare to say my name when I go out, for fear of being recognized. Oh, that man who is carrying three infinity stones but can’t even look at an ordinary person. If you say it, it will make people laugh!

Frank seemed to understand something. Seeing that Li Nian was silent, he took the initiative to change the topic: "The witch sent Robbie to New Jersey, where Captain Carter grew up. We fought with him, and the result..." Frank I didn’t continue talking because everyone knew the result.

"you?"

"Yes, there are also Carter's few followers who hang behind her like followers all day long. They are all heroes with their own titles. What's the point of following others unsteadily?!" Frank sneered disdainfully. He said, but Li Nian didn't know if it was his own illusion, and he could vaguely hear a little bit of envy.

Everyone is an independent individual, everyone is the protagonist of his own life, and he is never a appendage of others.

Frank's originally strong arms shrank. Perhaps it was because of the power of the evil spirit that the excess fat and muscles on this strong man's body evaporated, making him more suitable for fighting and more suitable for the fighting style of the Ghost Rider.

Frank really wanted to experience the feeling of riding a motorcycle and swinging the chain. The feeling was no different from those of those racing bikers at night. It was also under the dark and few lights, and there were a large number of flies surrounded under the white street lights. The screaming high school students wore strange clothes, earrings and various hair styles. They rode arrogantly on the straight road and uttered insulting words, breaking the silence of the night. .

No matter how old a man is, there is a wild boy in his heart, a man who rides a motorcycle and speeds unscrupulously on the deserted road in the sight of the police. He dresses up in a non-mainstream look and puts on a handsome motorcycle suit, passing by every person. When driving a car, he raised his middle finger at the bald old men and then ran away.

Li Nian also likes this. Who doesn't want to be a bad boy? What about a bad kid running wild in the dark night?

Perhaps you were with a group of silly boys in the pouring rain, looking at the wet clothes, laughing at each other's hair that had become limp and wet from the rain. The mousse you bought in the morning was divided up by several people in an instant, leaving only the boy with a crew cut. Still strong.

Who hasn’t experienced a little bit of madness?

Who hasn’t fantasized about crazy experiences?

Frank is speechless...

Li Nian looked forward blankly. The fighter plane had already risen to four thousand meters above the ground. It was not very high, but it could still fly over those mountain peaks. They were white and dark...

"You guys should sleep for a while. I'll call you when we get to the place."

Li Nian does not need to sleep. His brain remains extremely awake at all times, and he does not need to relieve his nerves. The soul gem is as gentle as a mother's whisper, and he falls asleep lightly in a familiar and warm embrace, nourishing his body. body elements.

These X-Men were too tired. They rushed on the road non-stop and experienced two more crushing battles. One was crushed and the other was crushed. They were exhausted physically and mentally. They were swaying as if they might fall to the ground at any time. .

Li Nian thinks that he is not a hateful capitalist, and there is no need to exploit his subordinates like this.

"Thank you." Bob said softly. He was indeed tired. The little naughty boy had fallen asleep on his shoulder. His brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he had dreamed of some bad dream. The tips of his white hair were hanging down. On Bob's shoulder, he could easily rub his girlfriend's hair with just a slight movement.

The two sleep together.

Li Nian turned his gaze back and chuckled.

Maybe...he was once like this.