Ghost Rider is too cool. He needs to reduce his exposure in the future. Frank, you go play with Mystique. The rest of you can call it a day."
Andrew gave his instructions and used Teleportation to a corner of Times Square—the number of contracts had already exceeded ten thousand, and there weren't enough robots, so he had to act personally.
Rebirth Hell, true to its word, if it says it will protect you, it will definitely protect you.
This time, Andrew didn't transform into Ghost Rider. He kicked a section of steel fencing away with one foot, then strode towards the high tower.
Magneto discovered the 'low-profile' Andrew immediately and quickly retracted most of his magnetic force. The metal rings slowed their rotation, and the radiation waves converged above, not spreading outwards.
"Toad, take some men and stop that kid!"
Mystique shouted to Toad as she flew back. Toad was about to take Sabretooth to stop him when Barton shot an arrow that grazed his scalp and pierced into the chest of a Mutant behind him.
"How dangerous."
Toad couldn't help but swallow. If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he would have been dead.
At the same time, the X-Men and Agents attacked desperately, aiming to entangle the Brotherhood Mutant and prevent them from disturbing Mr. Wang.
With Mr. Wang's strength, once he reached Magneto, Magneto could start preparing for his demise.
Professor Charles's terrified voice echoed in Mystique's mind: "Raven, quickly make Erik stop, or he will die."
"Charles, you don't need to scare me. That kid is strong, but not strong enough to kill Erik. In fact, he can't even get past me."
Mystique naturally didn't believe him. Professor Charles was about to reveal Andrew Wang's identity when, at that moment, accompanied by intense gunfire, a Mark Armor launched an attack on Mystique.
This Mark Armor was entirely black, with a white skull pattern on its chest. It was larger than a typical Mark Armor, appearing very heavy.
Additionally, it was covered in weapons: machine guns, sniper rifles, grenades, miniature missiles… it was armed to the teeth.
This was Frank Castle's Punisher Armor. Unlike other armors, this one solely pursued offense.
The Mark Armor, due to Tony's philosophy, was very light and simply couldn't withstand the Punisher Armor's terrifying firepower, being sent flying everywhere.
"Idiot, do you even know how to control a Mark Armor? Dodge! Attack from above! Fire smoke bombs! You're infuriating me, you idiot!"
Tony, seeing the Mark Armor losing to the Punisher Armor, yelled from above. Psylocke gave him a speechless look and retorted, "Whose side are you on?"
"Oh right, that's the enemy."
Tony reacted, then shouted, "My Mark Armor didn't lose, the controller inside did."
Psylocke couldn't help but roll her eyes. How much did Tony Stark care about his pride?
Soon, Andrew arrived at the base of the high tower. He looked up and asked, "Magneto, aren't you going to make a move yet?"
Magneto said coldly, "I'm waiting for you to come up."
"Seeking death."
Andrew shook his head and walked straight onto the high tower. Then, he became parallel with the ground and walked upwards step by step.
Tony quipped, "Quick, someone hold down Newton's coffin lid. He's going to crawl out again. Huh, why did I say 'again'?"
No one paid attention to Tony. At this moment, Red Devil suddenly appeared behind Andrew and plunged a knife straight into Andrew's back.
Andrew didn't even look back. He grabbed Red Devil's wrist with a backhand, and the force was so great that Red Devil felt his wrist was about to break. Startled, he quickly transformed into a red mist and disappeared.
Everyone stared intently at their surroundings, waiting for Red Devil to reappear, but surprisingly, Red Devil seemed to have vanished into thin air, never to be seen again.
Where did Red Devil go?
Red Devil himself wanted to know the answer to this question. After his teleportation, he appeared out of thin air in a gloomy place, surrounded by countless flickering ghosts. Even Red Devil felt a little creeped out.
Red Devil tried to teleport, but it was useless. He couldn't help but ask, "Where is this?"
"This is Small Hell on Earth, Red Devil. You'll be disinfected first, then we'll send you to the real Hell."
A ghost flew in front of Red Devil and said coldly.
Red Devil grumbled, "Hell on Earth? Where is there Hell on Earth? And what the hell is disinfection? You need to be disinfected before entering Hell? When did Hell become so hygienic?"
"Our Hell is different from those dirty and messy Hells."
The ghost snorted, and a large amount of white mist descended from the sky, enveloping Red Devil, beginning to 'disinfect' him.
In fact, the so-called disinfection was to remove any magic marks Red Devil might have, to prevent the location of Rebirth Hell from being known by other Demon Kings.
This set of disinfection methods was researched by Andrew himself and was very reliable.
Red Devil asked with a mix of anger and shock, "What are you doing? I'm telling you, I'm not to be trifled with. If you offend me, you won't end well."
No one paid attention to Red Devil. Once the disinfection was complete, he was teleported to Rebirth Hell in front of the throne. Andrew (in his Demon King form) sat high on the throne and said lazily, "Kneel. I'll talk to you in a moment."
Red Devil, who had been arrogant just moments before, immediately fell to his knees with a thud, trembling all over. He confirmed the aura; it was a true Demon King.
Leaving Red Devil aside for now, Andrew continued to walk up the high tower. Soon, he reached the middle section, where Tony and the other two were located.
Wolverine Logan growled, "Let me go! I'm going to kill that old man Magneto!"
Psylocke smiled, "Handsome, we meet again. Want to exchange phone numbers?"
Tony said excitedly, "Kid, quickly let me go! You definitely can't defeat Magneto without my help!"
Andrew ignored Wolverine and Tony. He said to Psylocke with disdain, "Dressed like that, are you really here to fight? You have such good talent, but you don't know how to develop it, only resorting to crooked ways. It's meaningless."
Andrew's first half of the sentence made Psylocke want to punch him, but his latter half made her eyes light up: "My ability can be developed further?"
Psylocke was obsessed with power because the stronger she was, the higher her commission.
Andrew didn't answer Psylocke. He wanted to play the long game.
Tony shouted impatiently, "Hey, kid, don't waste time. Hurry up and let me go!"
"As you wish."
Andrew lightly stomped his right foot, and the steel on Tony and the other two simultaneously broke, causing them to fall towards the ground.
"I didn't tell you to let go like that!"
Tony shouted. At this moment, strong winds appeared around them, significantly slowing their descent. It was Storm who had intervened to rescue them.
Andrew no longer paid attention to Tony and the others. He slashed through the air, and a black light composed of black flames flashed, cutting the high tower in half. The upper part tilted and fell to the right.
Although Andrew was absolutely confident in defeating Magneto, that didn't mean he would foolishly step into Magneto's trap. This wasn't a matter of strength; it was a matter of intelligence.