After the information exchange and discussion of the action plan concluded, it was already close to noon, so Mike seamlessly arranged for the chef team to prepare lunch for Bruce and James.
As for himself, he took Tina to the top floor.
After about an hour of lunch, Mike bid farewell to The Plastics and Tina, then returned alone to the first-floor hall.
"Are you ready to go to San Venganza?" Mike looked at the well-fed Bruce, James, and the Marcus brothers.
"I can't wait—" Speaking of exorcism, Father James unconsciously touched the short-barreled shotgun at his waist.
Thanks to the presence of Bruce, the probationary angel, the church in New York now had no shortage of holy water and exorcism items.
Moreover, the bullets in Father James's shotgun were infused with a small amount of crystals refined from holy water.
This holy crystal material had exorcism capabilities more than a hundred times stronger than ordinary holy water.
With such a powerful weapon in hand, Father James was now full of fighting spirit.
As for Bruce and the Marcus brothers beside him, their combat relied more on their own physique and superpowers, so they didn't need much preparation.
Thus, after gaining their consent, Mike directly opened a spatial gate leading to Saint Venganza.
"Are you sure this is Saint Venganza and not just some wilderness where you've transported us?" Bruce, who had just walked out of the spatial gate and got a mouthful of sand, looked at Mike uncertainly.
Amidst the vast yellow sand, some unidentified animal skeletons were exposed on the parched ground.
The desolation was such that there was no trace of human habitation.
"It's here, no mistake," Mike didn't offer much explanation.
Following his gaze, everyone indeed saw a building resembling a church not far away.
Only the Cross on its top, not yet fully weathered, proved its identity.
And in front of the dilapidated church, a large area of small mounds was neatly arranged, which appeared to be a graveyard without a doubt.
As Mike and his group approached, an old man busy in the graveyard noticed them.
"Who are you? What brings you here?" The old man, holding a shovel, blocked Mike and his group.
Under a wide cowboy hat was an old face with a grizzled beard.
His rugged appearance made him look like an old Western cowboy, and the eyes under his hat brim were exceptionally bright.
"Carter Slade?" Mike called out the other party's identity with interest.
"You have the wrong person. There's no one named Carter Slade here, only an old gravedigger. If there's nothing else, please leave as soon as possible." A fleeting colorful light flickered in the old man's eyes, but he eventually composed himself and pretended to be a withered old man.
"No, I think we haven't found the wrong person." Mike observed all of the other party's micro-expressions and said with a smile, "This is Bruce, the probationary angel, and I am from the MIB. Our purpose in coming here is to find the Contract of San Venganza and the Ghost Rider."
"I don't know what you're talking about," the old man shook his head, then shouldered his shovel and turned to walk towards the church behind him.
He acted unwelcoming towards Mike and his group the entire time.
"Mr. Mike, are you sure you haven't mistaken him? He's just an ordinary old man…" Bruce, the kind-hearted probationary angel, was misled by the old man's demeanor and unconsciously spoke up for him.
However, Mike just shook his head slightly, interrupting his speculation, and then gave William a look.
Receiving the message, William, the First Werewolf, used his powerful physique to leap in front of the old man, blocking his path, and then suddenly launched a sneak attack.
With a "thud," the old man only managed to raise his shovel to defend himself before being sent flying by the immense force.
After rolling on the ground, he showed expressions of anger and fear, just like an ordinary person.
"This…" Seeing William's unchivalrous behavior and the old man's miserable state, Bruce, the probationary angel, was about to speak again to stop him.
"An ordinary person would have suffered internal organ damage from such an impact, yet this old man's breathing isn't even disturbed. So his identity must be extraordinary…" This time, without Mike needing to say anything, even Father James saw the old man's unusualness.
So he reminded Bruce, lest the probationary angel make another foolish mistake.
With the reminder, Bruce clearly noticed many unusual details about the old man.
Not only his breathing, but despite suffering such a heavy blow, the old man showed no signs of injury, apart from some dust on his clothes.
In the center of the field, seeing that the other party was still pretending, William didn't mind playing along.
After a gust of wind, the First Werewolf pounced on the old man, revealing his sharp claws with a grin and saying, "Mr. Mike wouldn't mistake you. If you still don't resist, my claws will pierce your heart."
"Mon… monster…" The old man's face showed even greater fear, clearly still feigning.
With another "thud," William, gradually losing patience, pierced the old man's heart with one claw.
In the pool of blood, the light in the old man's eyes slowly faded.
This made William a little unsure of himself.
He retracted his claws and looked at Mike for help.
"Still pretending?" Mike shook his head speechlessly, then said to William, "The Contract of San Venganza should be hidden in the shovel. Bring it to me."
Yes, throughout the previous series of events, the old man had never let go of the shovel in his hand, even clinging to it while feigning death.
And as William was about to take the shovel, Hellfire suddenly ignited on the old man's body, instantly transforming him into his Ghost Rider form.
"Violence, slaughter, blood…"
"You're guilty!!!"
The skeletal Ghost Rider, burning with raging flames, had orange-red fire vortexes suddenly converge in his hollow eyes.
With [Judgment Eye] activated, Carter was now like an evil spirit using violence to curb violence.
"No—"
As the first one to directly bear the brunt of [Judgment Eye], the First Werewolf's eyes also showed a fire vortex, with countless sins seemingly swirling within it.
And the First Werewolf, having endured such a mental shock, couldn't help but cry out in pain.
It wasn't until a soft white light fell upon him that the First Werewolf broke free from the control and retreated awkwardly to Mike and his group.
[Judgment Eye (Trait)]… [Immortal Body (Trait)]… [Hellfire Energy +10000]… [Shooting Experience +1000]… [Driving Experience +1000]…
On this side, Mike, who had received a large wave of energy and experience traits, instantly elevated his life level to mythical rank 3.
The further leap in his life essence made him feel as if he was soaking in a hot spring.
As warm currents flowed through his body, Mike's physical strength and energy manipulation once again received a qualitative improvement.
When he opened his eyes again, he unconsciously exuded an aura of supreme dominance.
Originally, as the previous generation of Ghost Rider, Carter, changed in the field, Marcus and others' wary gazes all turned back to Mike.
While this story is long, the entire process actually happened within a few seconds.
After familiarizing himself with his own power, Mike retracted his powerful aura and then threw another healing trait onto William.
Helping the other party soothe his mental trauma.
Then, Mike stepped forward, looked directly into Carter's eyes, and said, "Ghost Rider, can we talk now?"
As the previous generation of Ghost Rider, Carter was already able to control his abilities very well.
So when he judged William just now, he had actually held back.
"Truly remarkable." Carter retracted the Hellfire and reverted to his previous old man appearance, even his clothes, which had been torn by William, returned to their original state.
At this moment, he also looked at Mike and sighed, "You make me feel as if I'm facing Satan."
"Perhaps you really do have a way to resolve the hidden dangers in the Contract of San Venganza."