The next day, early morning.
Alan Folker received a call from Tony Stark. Although it was abrupt, the other party's tone seemed very anxious. The investigation into Karola had hit a bottleneck, and he hoped Alan Folker could help.
Facing the wealthy man's invitation, Alan Folker initially wanted to refuse, but then he thought that since the man was paying, he agreed.
However, before leaving, he still had some matters to attend to, so he promised Tony Stark he would meet him in three days.
Of course, the most important thing at the moment was to create Hollows. He had to speed up. Now he was just waiting to see if Ghost Rider Johnny could successfully bring the evil spirits to him.
In a brand new experiment, the first step is often the most difficult, but that doesn't matter. Alan Folker's wisdom from his previous life combined with Aizen's wisdom could definitely turn the impossible into possible.
That day, he was constantly looking forward to the arrival of darkness.
At night, the roar of a motorcycle engine echoed across the sky.
Alan Folker had just come out of the Kendo Club when he heard the sound from the distant city.
Hawkeye Clint Barton, hidden in the darkness, looked into the distance, his expression grave. This scene had played out many times these past few days. Every time Ghost Rider appeared, Alan Folker would disappear in the blink of an eye.
But just as Hawkeye Clint Barton was about to leave, Alan Folker crawled out of a gutter, looking very disheveled. So his previous disappearance was just him falling into a pit.
However, Hawkeye Clint Barton noticed that Alan Folker would appear from different places each time, seemingly out of nowhere, but his demeanor was very ordinary, completely unrelated to the sound of the motorcycle.
Alan Folker glanced at Hawkeye Clint Barton, a smile on his face. He felt a bit sorry for Hawkeye Clint Barton for being so diligent, constantly monitoring him, an ordinary person.
Yet, he couldn't find anything, nor was there any need for protection, as there had been no attacks. Karola was also nowhere to be seen, but Fury hadn't given up.
Alan Folker turned and waved to Hawkeye Clint Barton, a smirk playing on his lips.
Hawkeye Clint Barton, in the darkness, saw this and was stunned. He couldn't believe that the other party knew of his existence?
How was that possible? With his stealth techniques, even Agents would find it difficult to detect him, yet Alan Folker's wave clearly indicated that he had been discovered.
"How did he discover me?"
At this moment, the distant roar of the engine boomed, and Alan Folker once again vanished right under Hawkeye Clint Barton's nose. That's right, he vanished into thin air again.
"F***, is he even a normal person?" Hawkeye Clint Barton rubbed his eyes, realizing he had truly disappeared. He rushed over, searching everywhere in the place where Alan Folker had vanished, including the pit he had fallen into earlier, and the bushes, and all other places.
However, he found no trace.
"Why is he gone again?" Hawkeye Clint Barton said with a grave expression, frowning.
His gaze involuntarily turned to the distance. If Fury hadn't instructed him not to contact Ghost Rider, he would have probably already run off to investigate that motorcycle.
"Coulson, the target is lost again! Seven times this week!" Hawkeye Clint Barton's tone was cold, yet his voice held a hint of embarrassment. As a Senior Agent, his ability seemed a bit lacking.
Coulson heard this, but then he heard Fury's voice, "If Natasha wasn't the best candidate for Tony Stark's side, I would have sent her to approach Alan Folker."
"I think Hawkeye Clint Barton is a good choice. If you arrange Natasha, Hela will be the first to disagree," Coulson said with a calm smile.
Fury's expression was gloomy, and he didn't respond again.
"Hawkeye Clint Barton, you can come back for now!" Coulson naturally knew Hawkeye Clint Barton's abilities, but Alan Folker would be approaching Tony Stark in the next few days, which meant Hawkeye Clint Barton's surveillance would no longer be needed.
At the street corner.
Blazing flames formed a black trace on the ground.
Alan Folker stood on a high vantage point, the breeze rustling his sleeves, standing alongside Ghost Rider on the ground.
"Today's harvest is quite good, several evil souls," Ghost Rider dismounted his motorcycle, looked up at Alan Folker, and said coldly.
"The number of Hollows has been increasing these past few days, and I have you to thank for that. Although they are Gillian-level Hollows, this power is already sufficient," Alan Folker replied with satisfaction.
Ghost Rider nodded. He had witnessed the power of Hollows, which was indeed very strong, even capable of releasing powerful destructive energy, far more ferocious than evil souls.
Ghost Rider tossed the Soul Collector in his hand to Alan Folker and said, "There's been no movement from Karola recently. Don't you find that strange?"
"Not strange. They need to continuously merge and strengthen their power now. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been investigating missing persons, and they previously clashed with Karola, resulting in heavy casualties," Alan Folker replied calmly.
"In that case, I'll leave this matter to you. Compared to dealing with these Karola, I prefer to punish evil souls." Johnny nodded. Karola seemed to have no souls themselves, and after they merged, not all of their souls were evil, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty for Ghost Rider.
Without evil souls, in principle, Ghost Rider couldn't burn them to death, so Johnny was having a headache now and preferred not to deal with Karola.
It wasn't that he was afraid or trying to escape, but with the existence of someone like Alan Folker, he felt at ease, and even helped him find more evil souls, considering it his contribution.
"Don't worry, I think it will be over soon."
Alan Folker put away the Soul Collector, moved through the darkness, and disappeared into the distance, returning once again to the school laboratory.
In the distance, energy raged, and the dark sky was covered by a layer of gloom.
Alan Folker controlled the evil souls, transforming all of them into Hollows, especially since their soul aura was relatively weak; they were just some unconscious Gillian.
Thirty Gillian.
Alan Folker smiled. Aren't Gillian strong? Indeed, to a God of Death, they are very weak, but they can also kill a God of Death, let alone in this World where there are no Gods of Death.
Based on combat power levels, the power of Gillian is enough to deal with some powerful legions.
"Disappear. Without my command, hide well," Alan Folker commanded, looking at the Gillian before him.
After he spoke, he packed everything up and left the laboratory.
The matters here were concluded. Next, he could have a good chat with Tony Stark about Karola.