Ghost Rider Gang

There were many people here worth gathering: the elderly heroes, and the descendants of heroes, among them.

But to Zhang Ye, they were not the most important.

What Zhang Ye needed were people—more specifically, ordinary people living at the very bottom of society, people unable to control their own fates, people who could not even afford a full meal each day.

When the mindsets and worldviews of two generations became severed, when civilization regressed to an age of darkness and chaos, it became incredibly difficult to reawaken people’s conscience. This limitation was unavoidable no matter what.

Even Zhang Ye had to proceed step by step. Long-term plans and lofty ideals were nothing but empty words before they were put into practice, and many difficulties now lay before him.

For instance, the Time Twister did not have much charge left. It was not even enough to fully record this timeline, let alone deal with the Batarang that had inexplicably appeared in this Marvel Universe.

But the good news was that Zhang Ye had quite a few pieces in hand. With them, he had enough to unravel this deadlocked game.

"Judging by their clothes, they should be from the Ghost Rider Gang. Those guys hunt across three states, and their motorcycles make that possible. They’re extremely ruthless—usually, they don’t leave survivors after a job. They move too fast, too, so even mounted police have a hard time catching them."

Speaking casually, Pietro noticed Kara’s slightly surprised gaze and spread his hands. "The newspapers we found earlier described them. I just happened to read it."

"Pietro is right. These guys barely have any fixed hideouts. They conceal themselves in the wilderness, where the terrain is dangerous and there are all kinds of vicious animals. Those things give them a natural shield; even Red Skull has been unable to do anything about them for the time being," Zhang Ye explained.

"Speaking of which, I’m still curious. Why are there dinosaurs in this world? Weren’t they extinct long ago?" Pietro asked curiously.

At that, Zhang Ye recalled the matter for a moment before beginning his explanation.

"These dinosaurs came from the Savage Land, a hidden realm in Antarctica. It’s a very miraculous place. After the heroes fell in that battle years ago, some criminals looking to make a fortune banded together. They used advanced technology and artillery fire to breach the Savage Land’s defenses and killed Ka-Zar."

"Who is Ka-Zar?" Kara asked.

"Ka-Zar means ‘Son of the Tiger.’ He was the guardian of the Savage Land. Raised by a Sabretooth from childhood, he later became an exceptional hunter. He spent his life protecting the Savage Land from ambitious invaders," Zhang Ye replied.

The moment Pietro heard that, he immediately understood. "So he was basically like Tarzan?"

"Yes, you can think of him that way. After he and the other guardians sacrificed themselves, the criminals took away countless rare and valuable metals and resources. Some of them also took dinosaurs, thinking they could sell the creatures for a good price here."

Zhang Ye paused, then continued. "But you’ve seen how things are now. Dinosaurs may be rare, but not just anyone can afford to keep them. The people who bought them soon realized they could not feed them, so they casually released them into the wild."

Zhang Ye did not need to say more. Dinosaurs entering the current ecosystem were practically a deus ex machina. With no natural predators, they reproduced wildly in the wilderness and destroyed the ecological balance before anyone could react.

By the time Red Skull, Doctor Doom, and the others came to their senses, it was already too late. Those dinosaurs had long since integrated into the wasteland world and become an indispensable part of its ecosystem.

The discussion about dinosaurs did not last long before the Ghost Rider Gang’s arrival interrupted it.

Whether Zhang Ye and the other two were lucky or unlucky, the route those Ghost Rider Gang members took when leaving happened to pass right through their location.

Watching dust billow in the distance, Zhang Ye stopped explaining things to the two of them.

"Looks like class is ending early. Those guys don’t seem like they’re going to stop." Zhang Ye shrugged at Kara and Pietro. "Still, those motorcycles are pretty nice. With them, we can reach our destination tonight."

"Don’t worry, Zhang. Leave it to me." Pietro stretched, a confident smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

"Kara, you go too." After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ye added, "Make the scene as spectacular as possible—the bigger, the better. It’d be best if people think the Hulk Gang did all this. We need to keep our operation discreet. Making it look like a gang fight will save us a lot of trouble."

"Understood," Kara answered.

The next instant, Kara and Pietro charged out one after the other. The violent force stirred up a tremendous gust, blowing all of Zhang Ye’s hair back.

The Ghost Rider Gang had clearly not yet come down from the joy of their recent haul. They laughed wildly, waving their weapons as they raced across the desert.

But they soon could not laugh anymore. The sky above them suddenly went dark. The leading Ghost Rider Gang member looked up and saw a figure leaping high into the air, blocking out the sun—and that thing was descending even faster.

"What the hell is that!?"

The leader blurted out an instinctive cry of shock.

Then a surging gale howled past him. Terrifying force instantly swallowed his entire body, and before his brain could even react, all sensation vanished.

The leading Ghost Rider Gang member felt as though he had been struck head-on by a missile, or as though he had crashed at full speed into a steel fortress made of Vibranium.

A deafening boom erupted, kicking up a sandstorm that blotted out the sky.

It was impossible to imagine what kind of strength could achieve something like this. Perhaps only those extraordinary beings of old could unleash such horrifying power.

The blast’s aftermath sent several nearby gang members flying. They had no idea what had happened; in the next moment, their view was spinning through the air before they crashed heavily onto the ground, never moving again.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The gang members behind them shouted as they raised their weapons. Chains clanked, mingling with the roar of engines to form a unique symphony across the desert.

They did not know who the attacker was, nor did they care. They knew only one thing: they would smash every bone in the attacker’s body to pieces. Some even grabbed grenade launchers—the tools that had made their fortunes.

What answered them was a fist carrying devastating power.