Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 19 Ding! Ghost Rider career branch is open! Please find a motorcycle to complete the job change
The Spider Car, which was modified by master craftsman Mason Cooper, is full of power. With Old Wolf stepping on the accelerator all the way, they drove out of the radiated desert at a speed almost "flying close to the ground."
What's even more rare is that the Spider's suspension system is so ingeniously designed that Mason has never seen a structure before. Even at such a high speed off-road, there isn't much bumpiness, which makes the riding experience excellent.
They arrived in San Francisco an hour earlier than the agreed time.
Unfortunately, the legendary California style is no longer here, and even the Golden Gate Bridge was razed to the ground in the nuclear war. It's such a pity. Mason had planned to pay homage to the ancient legacy of the eternal American emperor when passing by.
"This place was hit by more than 30 nuclear bombs that night, and 60 percent of the people died on the spot."
The Spider Car was driving through the ruins. Hawkeye, no longer angry, held the running cloning device in his arms and said with regret:
"I heard that in the hellish ruins, the crazy Venom ate the remaining people, and then he had a fight with the Ghost Rider here... You can imagine the tragic scene at that time."
"Isn't that bloody torture?"
Mason wondered:
"Venom, who survived the high temperature shock of the nuclear explosion, probably lost half his life. If he fights against Ghost Rider again, he will probably be burned to death."
"I just heard about it. I was still on the East Coast at the time."
Hawkeye curled his lips and said:
"I heard it all from my ex-wife."
"Mr. K, come here and let me kiss you. I miss you so much."
When the Spider car drove into a sheltered area according to Barbara's signal, Mason heard the scream of his crazy beauty as soon as he jumped out of the car. He turned around and opened his arms skillfully , and Harley, who jumped over, also cooperated and threw herself into his arms.
She rubbed Mason's neck twice comfortably like a kitten, and then she noticed two people getting off the spider car, which made Harley blink and say:
"Isn't that old Haughtley? Who's that blind man over here?"
"Hawkeye."
Mason patted Harley's waist to get her down, and then gestured to Barbara, who was standing in the small camp holding a shotgun and on guard, and introduced:
"A member of the Avengers in this world, a witness to what happened back then, a down-and-out superhero, a good friend of Old Wolf, a protector of unknown couriers, a blind sniper who never misses, and a good partner of the resistance army in Schrodinger's state."
"Ha, that's a terrible list of titles."
Harry chuckled and followed Mason into the camp. Several multifunctional tents that had been set up were flashing warm lights. The war supplies brought by high technology did not require a campfire to stay warm.
"Barbara, do you have your prosthetic debugging device on you?"
Mason asked, and Batgirl nodded. She glanced at the biological device in Hawkeye's hand, and she understood. She sent a signal to let the hidden drones around enter the cruise mode, while moving her hands and said:
"I'll prepare the surgical equipment for him, but it will take ten minutes to fine-tune it. Can you take care of the medication for post-operative recovery, Mason?"
"No big deal."
The captain waved his finger, and Barbara returned to her tent to begin preparations for the eye transplant.
It sounds like a very powerful operation, but for the biotechnology of the 2077 era, this "minor operation" can be completed with the help of automatic devices.
"I'll keep watch."
Seeing that Mason was sincerely helping his old friend, Old Wolf felt a little guilty, so he offered to keep watch all night so that others could rest.
This suggestion hit the mark exactly what Harley wanted. She dragged Mason towards the tent, obviously intending to have a little intimacy, and Mason did not reject the old wolf's kindness.
But Harley was still very sensible. She knew that it was not advisable to play too crazy during the mission, so she just took a brief taste of the warmth from Mr. K and did not disturb Mason to continue tinkering with the manufacturing industry that seemed to never be finished.
She actually enjoyed sitting there and watching Mason concentrate.
She thought Mr. K was really charming in this state.
Hawkeye was placed in a special large tent. Barbara injected him with anesthetic and started the eye transplant operation. The whole process did not require any human interference, and all he had to do was wait patiently for thirty minutes.
Because it does not involve the modification of sophisticated prosthetics, the recovery after this type of surgery is also very fast. In addition, with the medicine that Mason is currently making, it is estimated that Hawkeye will be able to regain his sight in twelve hours at most.
As for Logan.
He leaned against the Spider Car, smoking one cigarette after another in silence, immersed in certain memories churning in his mind. From time to time, he looked at the tent where Mason was, his eyes always filled with worry and indecision.
But seriously, this indecisive expression really shouldn't appear on Wolverine.
"Buzz"
Just one hour after midnight, at the quietest moment of the day, a sudden noisy sound woke Old Wolf from his memories. He jumped onto the hood of the car in doubt and looked into the darkness in the distance.
The mutant's super night vision allowed him to capture a dozen entangled shadows of fire coming towards him from the distant city ruins. Those strange things left traces of fire on the road in the dark, like stains drawn on the ground.
"Fuck! It's the Ghost Riders!"
Logan jumped into the driver's seat and his first reaction was to retreat quickly.
But then he realized he couldn't run!
Hawkeye is still undergoing surgery. If his old friend runs away, he will be doomed, and his family is still in Mason's strange box.
"Mason! Mason, grab your stuff and retreat!"
The old wolf shouted a few times towards the camp, and Mason was startled and rushed out of the tent, followed by the half-sleeping Harry.
But then, the drone swarm maintaining optical stealth was activated, and under Barbara's control, it moved rapidly towards the direction where the enemy was coming.
Within a few minutes, violent explosions completely broke the silence of the ruins of the city.
"The biomonitoring signals are all just a bunch of regular people."
Barbara walked out of the tent, her left eye was scarlet in combat mode, while her right eye was dark blue in a reconnaissance mode. She gathered the information sent back by the drone and reported to Mason:
"But the vehicle they are riding is very special. Its energy characteristics are close to one-fourth of the Demon Lizard Tank. It seems to be some kind of energy vehicle."
"Who is that guy?"
Mason asked the vigilant old wolf:
"You just said that was the Ghost Riders?"
"Yes, a group of lunatics who worship Hellbikes. You can think of them as the spiritual inheritance of the annoying motorcycle hooligans in the wasteland."
Logan was relieved to see that Mason's assistant was so powerful and blocked the Ghost Riders with a wave of bombing. He explained to Mason:
"Didn't Clint just tell you that 17 years ago, the crazy Venom had a fight with Ghost Rider here? We don't know who won or lost that battle, but Ghost Rider obviously left something here.
Southern California behind us is the territory of the Hulk Gang, but from here all the way north to Pym's Crossing is the territory of the Ghost Riders.
I heard that some bikers who escaped the nuclear explosion found a mysterious "holy object". They learned some tricks of Ghost Rider and can turn their motorcycles into hell monsters.
Although they can't beat the Hulk's sons, these bastards are first-rate in speed and mobility, just like the roaming western bandits, making them hard to guard against."
"Are there many of them?"
Mason asked, frowning.
The old wolf nodded and said:
"A lot. There are many crazy people in the wasteland who can't find anything to do and are in chaos. As long as they can find a motorcycle, they can join the Ghost Riders. They are one of the most powerful organizations in this wasteland.
The ruins of San Francisco are their 'holy city'.
We better get out before they summon more Hell Knights."
"Hell Knight? Cool."
Harry rubbed his eyes and woke up. She was quite interested and had a keen interest in these mysterious things. So she looked at her Mr. K.
Mason has no interest in dealing with wasteland thugs, but he is very interested in the so-called "things" left by Ghost Rider in this abandoned city.
"Barbara, is there any problem in defending the camp with the current firepower?"
Mason asked:
"Do you need me to leave the Fenrir armor behind to help defend?"
"No, I brought three Zeta Octants and ten Terrorist Mobile Team mechas that can fight automatically this time."
Barbara waved her hands, put her hands on her hips, and said, looking strong:
"With their current firepower density, they can't even break through the outermost Griffin drone defense line. Don't worry, go ahead if you want to explore. I will take care of poor old Clint.
The injuries on his body were not limited to his eyes.
I just did a full body scan on him, and conservatively estimated that if he wants to recover to his full potential, he would need to replace at least one-third of his internal organs."
"I knew you were reliable, Barbara."
Mason gave a thumbs up and said:
"It is truly a blessing for Grayson to marry you."
"Hmph, that's it."
Batgirl snorted proudly and waved her hand to tell her little brother to get busy. She was also busy. The process of collecting data and information on this wasteland was very difficult.
As an intelligence expert, she felt it necessary to step up her game.
They are currently restarting the abandoned SHIELD observation satellites in the planet's orbit, but even with the level 10 agent identity card that Mason got from the old Green Goblin, this is not an easy job.
It’s not that the technology is not good enough, but those old satellites that have not been maintained for more than ten years are really too broken.
"You guys are going to the Ghost Riders' base camp?"
The old wolf looked at Mason, who threw out a cute blue motorcycle like magic, and Harley, who jumped into the truck bed excitedly and scolded the two loyal dogs to stay in the camp to protect Barbara. He said incomprehensibly:
"Why? We are already safe, Mason. Don't go looking for trouble. You will be in danger."
"The danger is always there. It won't go away just because I don't go there."
Mason sat on the flying motorcycle, inserted the key into the lock, and said to the old wolf:
“You stay here, Logan. My girlfriend said that if you don’t release your inner self, no one can help you. I am very interested in your hidden past, but if you don’t want to talk about it, we can change the time.
Vanessa and your children are in my tent, go and keep them company, they are also terrified."
After saying that, he twisted the handle and quickly disappeared into the ruins of the city amid Harley's cheers. Logan's hands tightened on the steering wheel, and a faint flame was burning.
He couldn't just sit there and watch Mason get into danger...
But he was hesitant to make up his mind to actively join the dispute.
"dad!"
A call from Jimmy Houtley came from the side of the tent. The young man, frightened by his unique experience, was relieved when he saw Logan. He quickly ran through the camp guarded by layers of drones, rushed to the car and hugged his father.
He said:
"That Mason is a bad guy, he put me, my sister and my mom in his magic suitcase with a talking robot watching us.
The food in his fridge was pretty good though, and Mom told us it was from before the war.
She said Mason was a good guy who would help us but I didn't believe it."
"He really means us no harm, child."
The old wolf sighed, turned around and waved to his wife and daughter beside the tent, then looked at his son beside him and said:
"He is a mutant, just like you and me. In this world, he is worthy of our trust. He is our compatriot..."
Having said this, old Logan suddenly stopped talking, and as little Houtley looked up, his father, who had been a coward for more than ten years, stared at the disturbing darkness before him.
With a serious attitude, as if he had made some important decision, he said:
"Go back to the tent! Jimmy, take care of your mother and sister."
"Dad? You..."
The young man looked at his father. The old wolf looked back into his eyes and said:
"Mason is our compatriot. I will not let my compatriots get hurt again. This may be what I have to do. Go back! When necessary, use your claws to protect those you must protect."
"Um!"
The young man's heart trembled.
This was the first time his father had said such words to him. He took a step back and watched Old Wolf step on the accelerator and rush into the darkness. For a moment, he felt mixed emotions.
When his father was in a cowardly state, he hoped that his father would rise up and become a legendary hero.
But now that Dad finally rushed to the battlefield, his heart was full of worry and fear.
"It's very painful, isn't it?"
Barbara's voice came from behind. Batgirl put her hand on Little Houtley's shoulder and whispered:
"That feeling of pride and worry was so vivid in my memory when my father left home at night amid the sirens when I was a child. It was as if at some point, 'going out' became synonymous with danger in the minds of children.
May I have your name?"
"Jimmy."
Little Hautley looked at the unsettling night before him and said with a sense of loss:
"My name is Jimmy Hudson Hautley, and I'm the son of Wolverine!"
——
Although the old wolf's farewell was very sad, in fact he was not in any danger at all during his rush over.
The first wave of Ghost Riders were blown to pieces by Barbara's drone. The subsequent people were locked by hunting drones in the city before they could gather. A battle royale had begun.
These riders are not difficult to deal with.
They're just crazy, ordinary people, and without a vehicle they're no more difficult to deal with than thugs.
When the Spider-Car rushed to the explosion site, Logan saw Mason squatting in front of a twisted motorcycle doing research, while his crazy little cute girlfriend was holding a baseball bat to help him keep watch.
Mason frowned, wearing a pair of fine protective gloves made by a fourth-level tailor, and fiddled with the broken locomotive in front of him.
There's nothing much to say about this thing itself. It's just an ordinary hippie motorcycle, but its condition is very strange at this moment. There are strange flames attached and burning on the twisted body of the car, especially on the front and rear wheels .
This scene looks a lot like Ghost Rider's Hellbike, but to be honest, the difference between the two is as big as heaven and earth.
Mason stared at the motorcycle in front of him, and an information tag popped up:
The enchanted motorcycle
Vehicle quality: Standard item, poor workmanship
Vehicle characteristics: Weak magic, energy destruction, crushing mechanism
Vehicle Effects:
The motorcycle with the demonic fire attached to it is endowed with power that does not belong to it. When operated by a rider, the vehicle can achieve a high speed of twice the speed of sound and maintain stability. When attacked, it can launch a flamethrower counterattack and transfer the demonic fire to the chain-like weapon for attack.
hint!
The demonic flame of this vehicle comes from an external gift and needs to be replenished after consumption.
Producer: None
Item Description: Please do not take the behavior of fans to task for idols, otherwise we will hunt down and punish the rumormongers across the world, you bastard! Look us in the eyes! - Lord Johnny Skull, Grand Master of the Ghost Riders
"This flame..."
Mason removed his protective gloves.
He stretched out his fingers to touch the flame that looked very hot. Under Harry's distressed gaze, Mason's fingers reached into the fire but were not hurt at all.
On the contrary, the demonic flames on the motorcycle seemed to sense the attraction, and quickly gathered and passed to Mason's hands as if this was Mason's inherent power.
"Magic flame is being injected... The craftsman's proficiency in magic fire manipulation skills is improving. Tip! Please find more flames of the same origin to inject to quickly improve your skills."
This line of explanation jumped into the character card in front of Mason's eyes, making his eyes shrink.
A flash of thought flashed through my mind.
ha!
Mr. Fate, you are so secretive that you even hide your name for fear that others will know your identity. I think I finally know who you are...
