S.H.I.E.L.D., inside the conference room.
Coulson displayed footage of the people who disappeared last night, primarily concentrated in the Queens area. The footage was blurry; those people simply vanished from the camera's view.
"According to security, about three or four people went missing last night. This time it was in Hell's Kitchen, reported this morning. Here's the surveillance video."
"According to Professor X's intelligence, over a dozen Mutants have also disappeared, and he can't sense the location of those vanished Mutants, which is very suspicious," Melinda added, watching the video.
"Disappeared? Why did they disappear?" Fury asked, his face clouded with worry.
"Death cannot be ruled out! But no bodies have been found yet," Daisy replied, holding a report.
"Regardless of whether they died or not, people are disappearing every day. This is not an optimistic situation. Do you have any solutions?" Fury's voice was full of authority as he looked at the people in front of him and asked.
"There's a bit of progress. I suspect it's related to Karola. Karola possesses the ability to merge. Once merged, even the most advanced instruments cannot track the target. This is why Professor X can't locate the Mutants." Coulson thought for a moment. He had, of course, been investigating all along. This report was information purchased at a high price through the Oracle.
"You mean Karola is gradually growing stronger? Can we find their hiding place? We've already spent too much time." The very thing Fury worried about had happened. They had already been purged once by Hela. Now they were biding their time, seemingly calm, but secretly developing, waiting until they had enough power, after which it would be a disaster.
"We will investigate as quickly as possible." Coulson's face darkened, and he frowned. It was indeed very tricky. Having handled so many incidents, this opponent was very cunning... Outside the Kendo Club in Queens.
A loud motorcycle engine echoed over the city at night.
Alan Folker finished his class and walked out of the Kendo Club, glancing at Johnny before quietly walking into the distance.
Hawkeye Clint Barton's gaze was fixed on Johnny. Johnny's appearance here at this time clearly indicated the presence of an evil soul.
He didn't know who Ghost Rider's target was, but this time, he absolutely wouldn't let Alan Folker disappear right under his nose.
So he remained highly focused, not even blinking, monitoring Alan Folker.
However, as Alan Folker crossed the road, a speeding car just happened to block Hawkeye Clint Barton's line of sight. The car disappeared, and Alan Folker vanished from the roadside with it.
Johnny's entire body erupted in flames, and the flames spread across the Harley motorcycle. He rode off, chasing the distant vehicle, and disappeared at the end of the street.
Hawkeye Clint Barton frowned and could only report the current situation to Coulson for the second time. Alan Folker had disappeared for the third time right under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s nose.
This was definitely suspicious, but they didn't have time to deal with Alan Folker now. Their primary task was still the missing persons, and they couldn't waste too many Senior Agent resources.
Alan Folker, with Ghost Rider, quickly traversed the city and arrived outside Hell's Kitchen.
Ghost Rider stopped, looked up at Grim Reaper Aizen high above, and then entered the dark alley.
Alan Folker glanced at Hell's Kitchen. His keen sense of smell had already detected Karola's aura, but tonight Ghost Rider was here to help him find evil souls.
Discovering Karola was also an unexpected surprise.
But in the next second, Alan Folker realized that Ghost Rider's location was the same as his; the evil soul was in Karola's direction.
Hell's Kitchen, a street deep within.
The roar of Ghost Rider's motorcycle quickly attracted everyone's attention.
One by one, Karola emerged from the dark World, their gazes turning towards the sound.
Meanwhile, Shadow and Kingpin were in a room, discussing candidates for the new batch of Karola hosts.
Without Daredevil's interference, Kingpin was now thriving in Hell's Kitchen, and life seemed much more comfortable. Seeing Karola's abilities repeatedly, he was very satisfied with their power. The task of finding ability users and kidnapping naturally fell to him.
After all, this was Kingpin's domain. Finding people or ability users was simple. Anyone a little more powerful than an ordinary person was their target.
Under Karola's evolution, these chosen hosts would possess different abilities, possibly becoming warriors, mages, or even element manipulators.
Kingpin heard the motorcycle outside, snuffed out the cigar in his hand, and said coldly, "It seems we have trouble today."
"Ghost Rider!" Shadow walked to Kingpin's side, looked through the window at the fiery glow in the alley, and said chillingly.
"You know him?" Kingpin asked, a hint of doubt on his face.
Shadow didn't answer. After the last setback, Blood Queen had warned him not to conflict with Ghost Rider for the time being, so there was no further discussion.
Outside the door.
Ghost Rider stopped, his gaze on the Karola in front of him. He didn't sense any evil souls among them, just ordinary ones.
"Leave these to me. If you find an evil soul, put it in the container," Alan Folker said, tossing a gourd-shaped metal object to Ghost Rider.
He slowly landed on the ground, looking at the two dozen Karola gathered together. They shared the same aura, each with a cold expression, unleashing their respective powers.
"Mutants!"
"Cyborgs!"
"You Karola really aren't picky about who has power!"
Johnny glanced at Alan Folker, dismounted his bike, wrapped an iron chain around himself, and walked in.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Gunshots echoed inside the building.
Alan Folker glanced, his hollow mask showing no expression, and released his six-level spiritual pressure.
"Give in!"
"Kneel!"
Before Karola could react, they all knelt on the ground under the sweeping spiritual pressure.
"Utterly foolish! Won't you ever learn?"
Karola should have been well aware of his power, but they still had no defense.
Right, how could they possibly contend with his spiritual pressure?
Two dozen Karola knelt on the ground, struggling. They clearly possessed great power but were helpless.
Alan Folker's gaze sharpened, and he calmly chanted: "O' you who are burdened with the muddy crest, and the talent of madness; the surging, the denial, the paralysis, the instant, the obstruction of slumber. The crawling iron princess, the self-mutilating clay doll, unite, rebound, extend to the ground, know your own powerlessness! Hadō #90 — Black Coffin!"
Once the chant was complete, a black, wall-like rectangular prism trapped all the Karola in front of him. Countless Shadow blades were released within the black World, and the sharp blades instantly pierced through their bodies.
Screams echoed through the night.