"We meet again, Ghost Rider!" Shadow emerged from the gunfire, his voice chilling as he greeted him.
Behind him was a corpulent middle-aged man. From his attire and demeanor, Johnny instantly recognized him as the underground emperor, Kingpin.
"Indeed, an evil soul. Your soul might be very useful," Ghost Rider said with a cold voice.
Kingpin heard this and responded calmly, "Are you saying you want my soul?"
"Is there a problem?" Johnny replied indifferently.
"Heh heh! No, but no one dares to speak to me like that. However, you are Ghost Rider, so it's not that strange," Kingpin replied with a calm tone, his face showing no ripples of emotion.
Just then, a voice from the doorway interrupted their conversation.
"Kingpin!"
The voice was devoid of emotion, as faint as Water, but it resonated powerfully in Kingpin's ears.
Kingpin looked at Alan Folker, who was walking in from outside, then glanced at Shadow.
Shadow's expression was one of terror, showing an incredulous look. "How is this possible? All twenty-something Karola warriors were killed in mere tens of seconds?"
"What's impossible? Those trash are just cannon fodder."
Alan Folker wore a Hollow mask, so his expression was hidden, which surprised Kingpin somewhat. He had always heard of Grim Reaper Aizen, but seeing him now was truly impressive.
"Johnny, the evil soul you mentioned, it wouldn't be Kingpin, would it?"
Alan Folker asked, turning his head to look at Ghost Rider, his voice filled with surprise.
"I think his soul is very suitable, evil enough!" Johnny's voice remained indifferent as he replied.
Alan Folker hadn't expected it. He initially thought it would be some evil soul from Hell's Kitchen, but it turned out to be Kingpin's soul right off the bat.
However, Kingpin's soul could indeed be used to create a Vasto Lorde, a high-level Hollow.
Bullseye walked out from beside Kingpin, sizing up Alan Folker. "You're the God of Death!" he sneered.
Alan Folker ignored Bullseye. At present, both Shadow and Kingpin were much more powerful than Bullseye.
In front of them, Bullseye was merely a subordinate.
Shadow walked over to Kingpin and whispered a few words in his ear, his gaze occasionally flicking towards Alan Folker.
Kingpin nodded slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Bullseye, I'll leave this to you. I hope to see the God of Death's corpse," Kingpin said, glancing to the side at Bullseye.
Ghost Rider grabbed the chains in front of him and flung them out, instantly engulfing the ground in Fire, illuminating the surroundings.
"It's not that easy to leave here."
Kingpin's chilling gaze met Ghost Rider's. "You're not worthy enough to want my soul!" he retorted.
When did Ghost Rider become capable of destroying his soul?
Alan Folker watched Kingpin and Ghost Rider facing off, thinking that if Kingpin truly fought Ghost Rider, Kingpin's soul and body would probably be incinerated. But Kingpin usually wouldn't go head-to-head with street superheroes; otherwise, even if Kingpin had ten lives, he wouldn't have survived until today.
"Let's go!"
Alan Folker's gaze turned cold, releasing a powerful spiritual pressure that instantly crushed the surrounding assassins. Bullseye immediately fell to his knees.
Kingpin's expression was startled. His arm was grabbed by Shadow, and he vanished from the spot using the power of space.
"They escaped!"
"Shadow isn't good at fighting, but he's quite fast at escaping. The power of space really suits him."
Alan Folker didn't intend to pursue Shadow and Kingpin; he merely stated this calmly, knowing that Kingpin wasn't that easy to deal with, and even if he killed Shadow once, he would still revive.
Today, their goal was simply to find an evil soul. Kingpin's soul was too evil, and besides him, Alan Folker had another suitable candidate.
Johnny retracted his iron cage and picked up a pistol from the ground. Instantly, flames erupted from the pistol, transforming it into a Ghost Gun.
"Indeed, Shadow's escape methods are very formidable. He's escaped a second time, but the next time I see him, it won't be so easy." Johnny finished, his gaze fixed on the assassin kneeling before him.
"This time, I don't seem to have been affected by your power!"
Alan Folker replied naturally, "Because we are comrades. There's no need to use power on comrades."
Ghost Rider nodded and walked step by step towards the assassins, loading his gun.
"Bang!"
He aimed a shot at the defenseless assassin's head. The bullet penetrated his skull, and then a flame erupted from his body.
The assassin let out a painful scream, turning to ashes under the Fire.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
...Continuous gunshots echoed in the dim hall.
Ghost Rider showed no hesitation, firing shot after shot. Even as the assassin pleaded with heartbreaking screams, he remained deaf to them.
Finally, it was Bullseye's turn.
Alan Folker stepped forward, squatted down, and looked at the sweating Bullseye. "What did you say earlier?" he asked.
Bullseye didn't answer.
Johnny, however, thought for a moment and replied, "He wanted to turn you into a corpse."
Alan Folker stood up and asked, "Johnny, what do you think of his soul?"
"An evil soul! An evil mind!" Johnny's gaze lingered on Bullseye as he said a few simple words.
"Then let him be my first experiment!" Alan Folker nodded in satisfaction. Bullseye was still a character in the Marvel Universe.
But having offended him, there was no reason to let him live.
Ghost Rider put away his gun and walked over to Bullseye.
Bullseye struggled on the ground, letting out a frightened cry, "You, what do you want to do?"
However, neither Alan Folker nor Ghost Rider answered his question.
Driven by the powerful demonic force, Bullseye's soul was extracted, and his body was burned to ashes by the demonic Fire.
Ghost Rider handed the container in his hand to Alan Folker. "The rest is up to you."
Alan Folker took the container, which held a soul. As for how to turn the soul into a Hollow, that would depend on the upcoming experiment.
Ghost Rider rode his Harley motorcycle, flames engulfing the street, and then disappeared at the end of the street.
Alan Folker walked out of the hall, looking at the Karola corpses lying on the ground. With their crocodile-like appearance and dark green bodies, their death state always retained their original form.
He picked up a mobile phone from the ground and dialed the emergency number. In fact, he also wanted to inform S.H.I.E.L.D. about the current mutation direction of the Karola.
With S.H.I.E.L.D.'s research on biology, they should be able to analyze what kind of power these dead Karola possessed.
After finishing the call, Alan Folker gently released the phone, which fell to the ground with a crisp, breaking sound.
He placed the container in his arms, leaped up, and jumped across the ground and steps, quickly reaching a high point, then rapidly moved towards the distance.