I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 124 True or False
Ever since losing his eyesight, Matt's world has been dark, as if everything has been ruthlessly taken away from him.

However, fate did not completely abandon him.

His master, Gunsou, guided him with patience and wisdom, allowing him to learn to rely on his keen hearing.

At first, this dependence was out of helplessness, but as time went on, Matt gradually discovered that hearing not only allowed him to "see" the world around him again, but also gave him power beyond that of ordinary people.

On the quiet street late at night, Matt could clearly hear footsteps in the distance, the rustling of leaves in the wind, and even the subtle movements of mice in the corner.

These sounds painted vivid pictures for him, making him feel at home in the darkness.

He became Daredevil, an embodiment of justice walking in the darkness.

He was extremely proud of his abilities and believed that he held the key to his destiny.

However, he never expected that this skill that made him so proud would also become the source of his mistakes.

At this moment, his ears were filled with Steve's weak breathing.

Every rapid breath was like a hammer hitting his heart.

Matt's heart was filled with regret and self-blame. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

In my mind, the scenes just now were like nightmares, replaying over and over again.

He clearly remembered how he had used his long stick and long sword to corner Steve. Every swing of the weapon, every blow on Steve, was as clear as yesterday in his memory, like a judgment that could not be escaped.

Oh, and Bucky.

Matt's mind was struck by this sudden thought, and his heart seemed to be clenched.

The tragic scenes flashed through his mind—he stabbed the sword into the man's body with his own hands, blood splattered, and his vitality quickly faded away.

Is Bucky real too?
He didn't dare to think any further, and an uncontrollable panic surged in his heart.

At this moment, as if hearing his inner cry, a petite figure appeared beside Bucky.

It is Little Red Riding Hood who looks innocent on the outside but is evil and cunning on the inside.

There was a hint of a smile on her lips and a dangerous light flashing in her eyes. She said with a click of her tongue, "How cruel! You were really afraid that he wouldn't die, so you stabbed the sword directly into his chest. Do you really hate your teammate that much? Hehehe, I'm sorry, he is also your real teammate."

"What?!" Matt's heart sank suddenly, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His hands and feet instantly became cold and his whole body froze in place, unable to move.

Little Red Riding Hood's laughter echoed in the air, as if a demon from the abyss was mocking him. Every word she said was like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into Matt's heart, making him feel miserable.

"Ahem, Matt, don't believe her."

Steve's weak voice sounded in Matt's ears, cheering him up: "Compared to the enemy, can I be more untrustworthy? Matt, you not only have ears, but also a nose, hands, and your heart. Use them to feel the truth."

These words were like a bright light, illuminating the fog in Matt's heart and cheering him up again.

He knew that Steve was right, he couldn't just rely on appearances, he had to feel and judge with his heart.

"Matt, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and save me first! I can kill that bastard!"

T'Challa, who had been lying on the ground for a long time, couldn't help but speak. He almost became the soul under Matt's sword, so his tone was not very good.

"Hehe, will you save him? Do you think he is real or fake?" Little Red Riding Hood laughed maliciously.

"call--"

Matt took a deep breath and ignored the chattering Little Red Riding Hood. He quietly felt T'Challa's words, movements, and heartbeat.

The next second, Matt appeared beside T'Challa with light footsteps, quickly pulled out a small knife that was flashing with cold light from his waist, and cleanly cut the chain that locked T'Challa's feet into two pieces.

T'Challa was stunned: "Vibranium dagger? Where did you get it?" "I picked it up on the battlefield."

Matt helped him up and said with deep apology: "I'm sorry, I almost hurt you."

"It doesn't matter. It's all that guy's fault."

T'Challa looked at Little Red Riding Hood coldly and clenched his fists.

"Tch, it's boring."

Seeing that Matt was not fooled, the smile on Little Red Riding Hood's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a cold frost. Her voice was as sharp as a knife: "Forget it, the good show ends here. Black Wolf, they are left to you. It's up to you to kill or scrape them."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure began to fade away, like a wisp of smoke, and soon disappeared completely from T'Challa's sight.

"Escaped? Or is he not here at all?" T'Challa was confused, but he didn't have time to continue to dwell on this question because a new threat was imminent.

"Haha, it would have been better if you did this earlier. I'm almost suffocating myself."

A low and mocking voice came from the ground.

Bucky, who was lying lifeless on the ground, suddenly sat up and his back began to move violently.

With a sharp zipper sound, a hairy, thick black arm stretched out from behind Bucky, making T'Challa's eyebrows twitch wildly.

"What the hell is this?!" His eyes widened and his voice trembled slightly with shock.

T'Challa had long suspected that Bucky was a disguise, but he never expected that the disguise would be revealed in such a strange way.

The scene before him was hard for him to accept for a moment, as if reality and illusion were intertwined together.

Steve also looked over and witnessed the familiar scene again, but the difference from before was that the victim became Bucky.

"hateful!"

Steve was furious and in agony.

As everyone watched with bated breath, Bucky's skin slowly fell off his body like an old coat.

When Buggy's disguise was completely stripped off, what appeared in front of everyone was a huge black wolf nearly five meters tall.

Its black hair shone with a cold luster in the dim light, and its eyes were like two burning flames, revealing ferocity and wisdom.

The appearance of the black wolf filled the air with a sense of oppression, as if even breathing became difficult.

"Ah, I feel better at last."

The black wolf let out a low growl from deep in his throat. He stretched his limbs and felt the strength returning.

"I was tortured in that garbage human's body. It was inconvenient to do anything, and I got beaten so much for nothing."

He slowly raised his head, his eyes swept over T'Challa and others like a knife, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

That smile was full of mockery and disdain, like a cat teasing a mouse that it was about to kill.

"Say it,"

Its voice was low and cold, as if carrying the chill of death.

"How do you want to die?"

(End of this chapter)