The Real Ghost Rider

At the same time, at Azeroth Specialties Shop.

Gabe stood there dazedly, holding an empty pistol as he watched the still-struggling Hydra agents. He was flustered and at a loss.

Nausea rose in his throat, and his stomach churned. He barely managed to hold it back. Looking down at the tactical knife in his left hand, still dripping with blood, he felt conflicted.

So this was what killing felt like?

It really feels awful!

If I hadn’t trained with Matt and the others for a while, I’d probably be vomiting all over the ground like Peter right now, wouldn’t I?

"Bleurgh!"

Sneaking a glance at the corpse not far away, Peter felt like he was about to throw up his stomach.

He wanted to cry. He had no idea what exactly he had gone through today.

He had only just started middle school and met a senior named Gabe Reyes, who was both smart and kindhearted. Since there were no classes today, he had come along to hang out. Who would have thought that barely ten minutes after arriving, he would see a group of people rushing over with automatic rifles, firing as they ran!

He had wanted to run then, but his legs had gone weak. He could not even move.

Then, he saw something he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Though Gabe looked nervous too, he skillfully pulled a pistol from the cashier counter drawer.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

It was truly one bullet per enemy. His aim was even better than in the movies, every shot hitting a forehead.

The bullets ran out quickly, while several enemies remained.

Gabe suddenly grabbed the cashier counter and hurled it outside.

God, how could Gabe, a middle schooler, lift something as huge and heavy as that counter? And he even threw it?

Peter had been dumbfounded as he watched the counter smash through the glass, fly more than ten meters, and crush two enemies to death.

The moment he threw the counter, Gabe himself charged out after it. His right hand held the empty pistol, while his left gripped a tactical knife that Peter had no idea where he had gotten.

He rushed up to an enemy and slammed the pistol directly into the man’s throat. It actually…

Broke?

How much strength did that take?

Another enemy nearby immediately raised his gun.

Gabe spun and delivered a flashy backstab, the tactical knife piercing the man’s throat as blood streamed out.

The usually refined, top-performing Gabe now looked like a demon crawling out of hell. So cold-blooded, so brutal—he killed more than a dozen fully armed enemies in the blink of an eye.

This was too unbelievable, wasn’t it?

It was really cruel.

But it was also…

So cool!

Feeling Peter’s gaze, filled with fear and admiration, Gabe endured the nausea and stubbornly kept himself from vomiting.

He took a deep breath and caught his breath.

He had to look cool in front of his little brother.

After quickly scanning the street and confirming there were no other enemies, Gabe tossed away his pistol, took out his phone with trembling hands, and dialed a number.

Before he could speak, Robbie’s voice came through. "Gabe, are you okay?"

"I-I’m okay."

Gabe spoke excitedly and incoherently. "Robbie, I killed people. More than ten of them. They looked like S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and there were police too, from the New York Police Department, I think…"

"They were Hydra. As long as you’re okay."

Robbie had clearly breathed a sigh of relief as well. He quickly said, "Listen to me. The shop isn’t safe. Run east immediately. I’ll come get you."

"Okay!"

Gabe hurriedly hung up and turned to little Peter, whose legs were shaking. Frowning, he said, "Get out of here. Don’t stay here."

"I-I can’t run…" Peter said miserably.

I just started middle school! This is the first time I’ve seen someone get killed with my own eyes, and it was more than ten people at once! Bullets were flying right in front of me, blood was spraying all around me. It’s already good enough that I didn’t piss myself! You can’t expect too much from me!

I’m still a kid!

Gabe took a deep breath.

It was not safe here.

Natasha had told him that Hydra was terrifying. If one attack failed, there would definitely be a second.

Those people could not deal with his brother, so they had come after him instead. Their goal was to capture him and use him to threaten his brother.

They might not kill him, but they would not show mercy to anyone else.

Poor little Peter…

"Forget it. I’ll get you out first."

Gabe grabbed Peter, lightly swung him onto his shoulder, and ran with him slung over it.

Boom!

Less than ten meters after they left, a deafening explosion rang out.

Feeling the shockwave sweeping toward them, Gabe instantly recalled the modern weapons Natasha had told him about. Without even looking back, he knew what it was.

It was a missile—and a very powerful one!

Fury burned in his heart.

Azeroth Specialties Shop was in a busy district. Though the people on the street had run away, there were still people in the shops and residences on both sides. Who knew how many would die?

He knew quite a few of them. They had all treated him well and even bought him food.

Though it was mainly because of the Boss, the warmth of those Chinese people still made him feel warm—warmth he had never felt before.

Damn Hydra! I’ll never forgive you!

The wind lashed against his face as Peter watched the buildings on both sides race backward. His heartbeat gradually slowed, and all his discomfort and fear began to fade. He felt excited and amazed.

At this speed, he must be far faster than an Olympic Games sprint champion, right?

How does he do it?

One day, I’ll have speed like yours too, Gabe.

No, I’ll be even faster than you!

Because…

It was just so cool!

Gabe, who had long cultivated True Qi, was indeed extremely fast. He sprinted beneath Hydra’s pursuit, judging danger through his senses and constantly changing direction. At last, he saw a flash of fire.

Hellfire blazed fiercely as a Dodge Charger sped past him. Robbie, who was driving, had already transformed into Ghost Rider.

"We’re safe!"

Gabe hurriedly stopped and turned around.

The Dodge Charger was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, it rammed into the pursuing SUV, sending both vehicles flipping over.

The SUV’s fuel tank ruptured, and Hellfire ignited the gasoline, creating a sea of flames.

A chain suddenly stretched out from the flames, extending more than twenty meters. It pierced through the car window and wrapped around the Hydra agent driving the vehicle.

Hellfire burned the man through the chain. He struggled in agony and despair.

The chain suddenly jerked.

The man, burned into charcoal, was torn directly into countless pieces.

Ghost Rider walked out of the sea of flames.

More than twenty Hydra agents opened fire on him. There were automatic rifles, grenade launchers, shoulder-fired rocket launchers, and even a strange-looking aircraft that resembled the Quinjet Natasha had mentioned. It was firing missiles.

Robbie looked toward them.

Two streaks of fire shot from the eye sockets of his skull, passing through the glass and striking the Quinjet pilot.

Gabe recognized that ability. It was the Eye of Judgment, an extremely terrifying power that Robbie had only finally learned after killing hundreds, perhaps thousands, of criminals—especially after killing Wilson Fisk, who had been possessed by beast.

That fire was Hellfire. It directly scorched the souls of the guilty, making them endure the pain they had inflicted on their victims through their past crimes.

The more and worse crimes one had committed, the more horrifying the pain they suffered.

The pilot soon died miserably, his entire body burned into charcoal. That showed how grievous his sins had been. He deserved to die.

Robbie swung his chain again. Though it had not been very long to begin with, it somehow extended in a completely unscientific manner and wrapped around the Quinjet.

Hellfire traveled along the chain and burned the Quinjet. The entire aircraft rapidly heated up and became demonic. Everyone inside was burned into charcoal, and then, with a hard pull from Robbie, the Quinjet rapidly crashed to the ground.

Countless bullets struck Robbie, leaving bullet holes in him, but then even the bullets burned away, and his wounded body instantly healed.

He turned, and the Eye of Judgment locked onto one Hydra agent after another.

No one was spared.

Whoever he stared at died.

Some tried to run, but they could not outrun Robbie.

Though Ghost Rider was not as fast as Quicksilver, he was at least no slower than Captain America or Black Panther.

No one could escape before him.

In the blink of an eye, the entire street had been cleared again.

Hellfire quickly faded. With a flick of his hand, Robbie wrapped the chain around himself, then walked over to Gabe with a hint of apology in his eyes. "Sorry. Hydra held me up. I got here late."

"It’s okay. I’m not a child anymore. I can handle it, Robbie."

Gabe looked around and asked, "Robbie, what do we do now?"

Robbie said, "The Boss called me. I’m going to help him deal with Hydra. Find somewhere to hide."

"Okay."

Gabe knew that going with him would only cause trouble, but he was still worried. "Robbie, are you going to Triskelion Headquarters? It’s in Washington D.C., more than three hundred kilometers from here. How are you getting there?"

"It’s fine. I’ve got that."

Robbie turned and walked to the crashed Quinjet, opened the door, and went inside.

Hellfire burned once again. The transformed Quinjet rose into the sky and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Peter stared in shock.

Gabe’s brother was the legendary Ghost Rider?

Shouldn’t he ride a horse, a motorcycle, or drive a car? Why was he flying a plane?

"Stop staring. Let’s go somewhere safe."

Gabe pulled Peter onto the Dodge Charger, started it, and sped toward Feuerstein Base.