owlsbooks Chapter 335
Chapter 335
boom!
Amidst the sound of the roaring engine, a flaming red figure galloped on the empty road.
As the early morning sun rises, a ray of light illuminates the dim horizon.
The darkness gradually faded under the rays of light, and Johnny riding the hell chariot was exposed to the sun, wisps of white air immediately swirled around his body, and the lost flesh and meridian tissues were regenerated under the flames. It looks like a human!
What followed was an irresistible sense of exhaustion.
Johnny felt weak all over his body, tired like never before, as if all his physical strength had been exhausted, the scene in front of him even had a double image, he almost couldn't control the direction of the motorcycle, and bumped his head against the wires on the side of the road rod top.
After very reluctantly riding back to the cemetery, Carter Sley looked at him quietly with his own rolled tobacco in his mouth, leaning on a shovel in both hands: "Good morning, dead bones, it seems that the operation is not going well, tell me What the hell happened last night?"
"That person has appeared again."
Johnny turned over and got off the motorcycle, with exhaustion written all over his face, he said weakly: "He is stronger than we imagined, and he almost killed the Black Heart Demon last night."
"Pfft, almost killed the Black Heart Demon?" Carter Sley was dumbfounded for a moment, he didn't even react when the shovel in his hand fell, and asked in disbelief: "Are you sure you're not joking with me?"
"Unfortunately, I hope this is a joke more than you do." Johnny spread his hands helplessly and sighed: "But unfortunately, this is the truth, and he only swung his sword to split the black heart demon's body." Summons a magical hellstorm."
"Split the hell storm with one sword?!"
Although Carter Sley's expression didn't change, there was a turmoil in his heart, his chin almost hit his feet, and he said in shock, "Wait, are you sure you read it right? That's a hellstorm!"
"I'm sure I'm not mistaken, and I almost died again." Johnny looked a little numb, his tired eyes could barely open, and said: "If there is nothing else, can I go to sleep first? "
"Uh...Okay, you go to rest first." Carter Sley took a deep breath, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and signaled him to go to rest first.
"Ah~~"
While yawning, Johnny staggered into the church.
In the small room behind the church, where Carter Sleigh lived privately on weekdays, Johnny unceremoniously occupied his bed, and within a few seconds of lying on it, he let out a long and loud snoring sound, which can be seen How exhausted.
outside the church.
Carter Slay stood where he was, thinking about that man all the time in his mind.
After being silent for more than ten minutes, he let out a long sigh. In Carter's cloudy eyes, an inexplicable expression flashed: "Could it...is it really him?"
Carter Sley bowed and picked up the shovel, and walked slowly to a dilapidated tombstone.
The owner of the tombstone has Carter Slay's name impressively written on it, and a sentence written below: May the angels lead you to the road to heaven.
This tombstone set up for himself symbolizes the promise made by an angel!
For hundreds of years, he stayed alone in this cemetery, silently guarding the contract of St. Van Gonzale, in order to wait for an angel to come to fulfill the promise he made at the beginning!
Carter Sley stared at the dilapidated tombstone, with a look of exhaustion in his eyes, and said to himself, "Is he... the one you mentioned?"
...
...
...
The next day, early morning.
A five-star high-end hotel is located in a luxury suite on the top floor. Bright sunlight pours into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the soft breeze blows the white curtains, dancing gently like a woman's skirt.
Lord slowly opened his eyes, stretched contentedly, then put on his pajamas and got up, went to wash up, and then walked out of the room in a fair manner, and came to the restaurant on the fifth floor of the hotel.
It was still early at this time, and there were only people in twos and threes sitting in different parts of the restaurant, enjoying their breakfast quietly while looking up at the programs on TV.
"Good Morning, America" was playing on the TV. It was a program of ABC, one of the three major media in the United States. It used humorous and interesting emphasis to discuss serious news as its selling point.
Lord took a look and found that it was talking about the blue flame that suddenly appeared over the city of Dallas last night.
While amused, the two hosts explained the events of last night with a very official reply:
Its general meaning is to appeal to everyone not to panic and guess. The sudden incident last night was actually a meteorite passing over Dallas and burning violently in the friction with the atmosphere, thus releasing this blue flame.
Very blunt reason...
Almost anyone with a discerning eye can see it.
The US officials are obviously just talking nonsense, they don't even have relevant data on meteorites, they just talk nonsense with their mouths.
Then in the following interviews, several well-known scholars and experts blatantly refuted the official, claiming that they had concealed the truth of last night, and that the cyan flame was actually an alien, not a so-called meteorite.
In the follow-up news, it suddenly broke out that the Hollywood actor cheated, the black gay was murdered, etc., a series of eye-stimulating breaking news.
"Heh~ As expected of the United States, this set of public opinion manipulation has the same flavor as the Cold War back then."
Lord couldn't help smiling when he saw this, and suddenly admired S.H.I.E.L.D., and roughly guessed how they covered up the truth.
First give you a very fake news, then package the fake news into real news, and finally package it into fake news, true and false, false and true.
Then buy more than a dozen well-known public intellectuals, guest on various talk shows, and talk about it, deliberately using aliens as a cover to refute the official statement.
In the end, a few scandals of Hollywood stars broke out, so that the public's attention was forcibly diverted, and the incident was successfully covered up.
After such a set of operations, the flowing clouds and flowing water are in harmony with each other.
The power of the media has been brought to the extreme, people are voluntarily immersed in the information cocoon, and it is impossible to explore the truth behind it.
It's hard for S.H.I.E.L.D. to wipe his ass every time.
After swallowing the last piece of tender and juicy beef, Lord was about to get up and leave the restaurant, but he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure walking in with the manager of the hotel smiling flatteringly.
And that familiar figure was Tony Stark!
Behind Tony Stark, there was a blonde beauty in a long black dress, and Happy, a dedicated bodyguard.
Sure enough, wherever he is, there must be no shortage of beauties to accompany him!
But Lord was a little curious, why did Tony Stark suddenly come to Dallas?
Tony embraced the beautiful woman with a peachy face. After entering the restaurant, he looked around. When he saw Lord sitting in the corner of the restaurant, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and then the smile on his face gradually disappeared.