"Constantine, please help me get a report on the divination of the Temple Planetary Defense System in New York today. It's about to have a report on the time when the battle happened. 12-inch parchment, with the stamped by Master Daniel Drum. Sorry, I want to see the news in Los Angeles. Let me see with my own eyes whether the locals have seen anything. Wanda, you continue to say that Stephanie has called the congressman in Los Angeles. The police will not arrest you or the Ghost Rider. But to be on the safe side, a local law firm employed by Immortal City is coming to serve you. No matter what the police ask you, you insist on waiting for the lawyer. I don't want to see you arrested." Salomon reached out to cover the microphone, "Contact the agents responsible for monitoring Wanda and ask him to submit a report. Hell, I didn't inform me after this happened."

"Please don't blame Victoria Hand, my lord, not everyone can work twenty-four hours like us." The Imperial Guard suddenly interrupted in the communication channel, "It is not good for your rule to be too strict. It is my duty as a consultant, isn't it? Ms. Wanda Maximov, please stay calm, the Immortal City will not cause any trouble for you."

There was a silence in the communication channel for a while.

Salomon had to admit in his heart that he had done something wrong. He ignored the gap between himself and ordinary people. It is not a commendable thing to ask others at his own level, not to mention that Victoria Hand was still responsible for many tasks today, and it is unfair to be too harsh. "Okay, find an opportunity to give Agent Hand a day off." He muttered, "But not today, clearing himself is not an excuse to affect the speed of intelligence transmission. Put the details on tomorrow's to-do list, and no such example."

He tried to lean on the soft pillow of the sofa and make his spine easier. When watching the Skuru people clear the war this morning, there was only a big stone. He was now planning what gift to Agent Victoria Hand.

"Okay, Wanda, continue, don't waste time."

"Oh oh oh! Mr. Reyes!" The scorching air came to her face, and Wanda had to raise her arms to cover her eyes to avoid looking at the flames. She felt her skin dry and oily, as if she was in the midsummer noon sun, her pores opened and released a lot of sweat. There was also a little flame sticking to the skin of her palm, but there was a film that was invisible to the naked eye to separate it. Therefore, Wanda's only damage was a small burn, which was like a touch of the hood of the car that had been sunbathed for a day.

Although it hurts, it does not affect her from continuing to cast spells to protect herself.

Just as Kamataj asked the secret wizard to endure pain during close combat while maintaining concentration in casting, the same was true for Salomon's request for Wanda. When the Maximov brothers were still in the castle prison, he repeatedly poked Wanda's skin with a fine needle until she could recite the spells without the pain. This test later became a spiritual whip that the caster urged the slaves to work, but it was just the kind of teaching version, which was like cutting flesh and blood and caressing the feathers compared to the original version.

Compared with the sudden and direct pain that directly stimulates the brain, this burn is nothing at all.

"I need you to calm down, Robbie Reyes!" Wanda took a deep breath of the hot air, and she felt herself smelling the smell emitted after the cement was exposed to the sun. She stepped back a few steps, put down her hands, squinted her eyes at the skeleton that walked out of the sea of ​​fire, "I don't want to hurt you. Stop and stand there, I don't want to repeat it!"

"Chaos..." The evil spirit knight, who was burning with flames all over her body, pressed step by step. Wanda had to stretch out his hand, and a staff of about the same height as her appeared out of thin air, and then she held it tightly in her hand. The staff was covered with silver-plated giant python skulls surrounded by heavy steel rings, and the circle was surrounded by metal spikes arranged in cross shapes. She used this staff when the angel attacked New York. After that, the staff made by Salomon was owned by her. This was an absolute dual-purpose weapon, which could be cast and melee. The result of being hit by the spike ring was no less than a war hammer.

The red anti-slip ropes wrapped around the staff worn out the blisters on her hands, and blood penetrated into the grip. The smell and pain of the paint being dried up both inspire her desire to fight.

Along with the rustling sound of paper rubbing, Salomon interrupted the description.

"We know the result, Wanda, we want to know how you sent the Ghost Rider to the ICU. It's a hell, are there other forces involved? Why can't I see the local news reports in Los Angeles? Contact the intelligence department and I want to know which force is involved in this matter."

"Wow! Almost every bone is broken. A blunt skull injury, a puncture injury. There is no organic injury to the brain. Maybe it is because the Ghost Rider had no brain at that time. Robbie Reyes was counting on this one if he could survive." Joan of Arc pointed to a line of words on the medical report, and his expression was even more exciting than when watching a TV series. "It seems that Wanda is doing it quite ruthlessly. She must have hit the staff on the Ghost Rider's head. Seresa, this is what we taught her, she learned it very quickly."

Beyonetta took the medical report and looked relieved, as if Wanda was her apprentice.

"I pressed Robbie Reyes under the house until he ran out of strength and turned back into human form." Wanda's tall boots touched each other, and the pale lights in the hospital corridor made her eyes dry. "The police didn't appear after I sent him to the hospital. We called him for almost thirty minutes, and the police did not show up during this period. This is a slum, teacher, and the police won't come to this place at night. They handled three shootings tonight, and they definitely don't have time to deal with this matter."

"I don't think it's that simple. She must have hit the staff on the Ghost Rider's head until he can't recover." Joan of Arc was still complaining without any effort, "Although I appreciate this practice, magic is also very important. Hey, use more magic, Wanda, you are a witch!"

It was true, and Wanda didn't know where she had such great strength. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and screamed, and she didn't know what she had hit.

Salomon suddenly relaxed after repeatedly confirming that the battle had not had any impact on the spiritual world or news level. He threw away the parchment paper and the printing paper, retracting his seat as if he was still watching a TV series. Beyonetta quietly loosened the silk pajama belt in an unobtrusive move and leaned over quietly.

She was sure that bedroom time was next.

"It seems that you didn't cause trouble for the police. The battle ignited six houses, exploded at least three ignition cans and four cars, and created no less than five explosions. You should be glad that no one lives there, otherwise it would be more than Ghost Riders to be held accountable, but you. Now we can join forces with the police to claim that this is a natural gas pipeline explosion."

"Teacher, I have one last question. What is Chaos? Why does the Ghost Rider keep chanting this word?" Wanda asked, "I'm pretty sure he wanted to kill me at the time, and Robbie Reyes had no control over it."
Chapter completed!