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Volume One Chapter 493 The Direction of the Hero

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    In a small bar next to the road, a ghost-faced Harley motorcycle burning with hellfire was parked strangely outside the shop.  ¡ÑA breeze blew gently, blowing from the ghost-faced motorcycle, bringing with it a series of sharp and strange whistling sounds.  Several drunkards who were passing by the road quickly ran out of the bar and ran away shouting.  Spider-Man fell from the air and approached the bar door almost furtively.  The owner of the bar stared blankly at the flaming skeleton in front of him. Even though he was so close, he didn't feel the slightest warmth.  Maybe this is a cosplayer who likes fancy clothes, who knows, the boss thought.  But he was not sure that the skeleton monster in front of him was not the unregistered illegal super user or unregistered mutant who was wanted by the government as reported in the news.  Time passed by, and the tall, bearded boss didn't know what attitude to use to deal with the monster in front of him.  "Orwhat do you want? Huh?" The owner who could open a bar next to the sparsely populated airport road seemed to be an authentic American strong man. He bit the bullet and spoke first to break the silence.  The skeletal arm wearing leather gloves knocked on the bar table a few times. The flaming skull rubbed its throat and said dryly: "Human blood" The strong man's boss shook his hand and took it in his hand.  A wine glass that I was wiping hard on my hand almost fell to the ground.  If a living person said this to him, he could still think of it as a joke, but the monster in front of him is obviously not a living monster. Maybe he really drinks human blood?  The boss stopped wiping the wine glass with his hand.  He looked at the Ghost Rider in front of him.  Hengheng said repeatedly: "I'm sorry. We don't sell human blood in this store. We are closing. Today is a really bad weather. What do you think, sir?" This is the first time in the limited life of the strong boss that he is so polite.  to speak to guests.  Ghost Rider grinned, stared at the boss, and said in a weird accent: "You're just kidding, give me a glass of whiskey, purequickly!" "Ah. Okay, okay, sir  " The brawny boss turned around obediently, quickly opened a bottle of beautifully packaged whiskey from the wine cabinet, and filled a large glass for Ghost Rider.  The Ghost Rider took it and suddenly pointed at the slightly trembling boss and asked: "Hey, waiter, let me ask you a question." The boss looked at him and licked his lips: "Yes, yes. Mr.  Please tell me." Ghost Rider shook his windbreaker and let the dust fall off.  Then he asked casually: "What does an ordinary person need to do before he can drink this glass of wine safely here?" Although he has always avoided crowds, Ghost Rider has also been obviously affected by the Superhero Registration Act.  .  There are more people who hate and fear him than before. This bad mood has made him feel depressed recently.  "Come in, do you want to have a drink with me quietly? I'll treat you." The Ghost Rider looked at the boss. He probably didn't have the guts to answer his question, so he hid outside the door and eavesdropped in the corner.  Spider-Man sent an invitation: "Of course, you are a Spider-Man, and I am the Ghost Rider. I think it would be appropriate for us to sit together, and besides, I am tired of drinking alone" "Hey  ? Okay, give me a glass of milk, pure." Spider-Man accepted Ghost Rider's invitation, walked into the bar, imitated his tone and ordered to the burly owner of the bar, and then sat down with Ghost Rider.  Next to him, he looked at him and said: "I really hope you didn't plan on driving after drinking. I mean, that Harley parked at the door is cool!" When Ghost Rider and Spider-Man were in the Watchmen League,  They are very familiar with each other, and they are already used to the little spider's talk.  He replied disapprovingly: "Don't forget, I am a walking, flaming skeleton, and a vengeful spirit." The bar owner squatted and searched in the wine cabinet for a long time, and finally found a bottle for the bar owner.  The milk for Puppy's meal came, poured it into a cup and handed it to Spider-Man.  Spider-Man did not doubt him, lifted a corner of his mask, raised his cup and touched it with Ghost Rider: "Okay, let us hope that this walking, flaming skeleton and a spirit of revenge are responsible.  Seriously, he won't change his career to become a street killer." Ghost Rider drank half a glass of whiskey in one gulp and said dullly: "In my current state, alcohol has no meaning to me." Spider-Man said curiously:  "Then why are you still drinking?" Ghost Rider also choked and mocked himself dryly: "That's a good question, I don't know either." He dissipated the hellfire on his body, regained his appearance as Johnny, and said to himself  Said: "Now I can get drunk." Spider-Man asked: "Isn't it possible before? Do you mind if I ask why?"  Johnny was holding the table, the smell of sulfur still emanating from his face: "I'm celebrating, so to speak. After several years of worrying that I would become the devil's puppet, I can finally let go. I  He is still one of God's people, and he is still his most devout little lamb." Spider-Man almost spit out milk. This was the first time he knew that Ghost Rider was also a believer in God: "Then what are you going to do next?"  Johnny thought for a moment and replied seriously: "This is exactly what I want to consider now. I want to find a way to completely break away from the identity of the Ghost Rider and return to the ordinary strongman without any super powers."  "Ni Blaze." After leaving Ymir, Johnny obviously thought about a lot of things. He looked at Spider-Man and asked sincerely: "I want to ask you something, Mr. Watcher, if you can have an ordinary man again.  Would you like to live like this, facing death, evil, and injury all the time? " "Uh" This question is difficult for Spider-Man to answer. In fact, he  I was also confused by this.  But his final choice was still to put on the battle uniform, return to the streets of New York, and continue to be the patron saint of New York citizens.  He scratched his head and replied: "I don't know, but my beloved uncle Ben once told me: The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Since God has given us the ability to surpass ordinary people, then we have  Duties bear far more responsibilities than ordinary people. Facing evil and protecting the weak are the main reasons why I choose to become a superhero." Spider-Man's answer shocked Johnny, and he nodded and repeated.  Again: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility" While Johnny was thinking, Spider-Man took out the tablet and handed it over while drinking milk: "Ymir gave it to you, he  Tell me, the things in this document may help you find the direction" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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