The days when I was making trouble in American comics

Night fell quietly in a brightly lit tall building on Tenth Avenue in Brooklyn.

"Mr. Chen, take a look. If there is no problem with the contract, just sign it. The price is still the same as last time." A man with gold-rimmed glasses and a lawyer's look said, a look of joy flashing across his face.

"What's the hurry? My lawyer hasn't come yet!" Sitting opposite the lawyer man was naturally Chen Shu. He was holding a business card with "Nielsen & Murdoch Law Firm" and contact information printed on it, and was about to call again. Call a young man who has just graduated to remind you.

Bang bang~

There was a knock on the office door at this moment.

"Sorry, Mr. Chen." Two panting young men walked in. One of them was wearing dark sunglasses and holding a guide stick, but judging from his actions, he did not look like a blind man.

"Lawyer Matt." When the principal arrived, Chen Shu stood up and shook hands.

Not long after, after Matt confirmed that there was no problem with the contract, Chen Shu happily signed his name on it, and of course, also provided his card number.

With the reminder that after tax deductions he had received a huge figure of approximately 1.5 million, Chen Shu also stood up and planned to leave.

"Matt, let's go have a drink together?" Chen Shu raised his eyebrows and looked at Daredevil in the elevator.

"I'm sorry we're late, Mr. Chen, maybe we can buy you a drink," Matt replied.

"Let's go then."

Following Matt Murdock's car, he was speechless all the way. Afu drove very steadily. The Maybach's seats were soft and the space was wide. Chen Shu even squinted for a while on the road.

The cars were parked side by side in a small alley.

In the alley, the sign of the tavern exudes colorful colors in the darkness.

"The tequila here is very good, you can try it." Matt Mercado's companion got out of the car and said to Chen Shu.

"Really? I haven't drank it yet. I have to give it a try tonight." Chen Shu said with a smile.

When he came to a strange place, he used his mind power to scan the place out of habit, and found four or five figures swaying around him.

They looked at each other and nodded.

"Hey! Guys, stop!"

Someone blocked their way. One of them, a black man with colorful tattoos all over his body, pointed a gun at Chen Shu and threatened Chen Shu in a ferocious tone. His eyes were cloudy and his lips were white, as if he had taken drugs.

"Take out all the money and valuables!"

His eyes stayed on the dark gun in the black man's hand for a few seconds. Chen Shu cooperatively handed over his wallet, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"You guys, hurry up! There's more!" Seeing some people obeying obediently, several other black people shouted, and pointed at the green water ghost on Chen Shu's hand.

"Boss, Rolex!" Chen Shu took off the green water ghost and threw it to the ground, attracting the attention of everyone present.

"Don't play tricks on me!" The black man with the gun pointed the gun at Chen Shu in one hand and took the watch in the other hand to look at it. He grinned and was very happy. This transaction is OK.

"Crow takes a plane!" At this moment, Ah Fu burst out and punched the only black man holding a gun.

"Flying Hammer! Black Tiger rips out the heart!"

The black man holding the gun felt a strong force coming towards him. The severe pain in his chest and arm forced him to let go. The gun fell to the ground, and then he felt himself taking off like a rag sack and falling hard to the ground. .

Blood spilled from the corner of the black man's mouth, and it seemed that he was seriously injured.

[The trouble value from Matt Murdoch is +18]

[The trouble value from the Brooklyn gangster is +0.1]

"My name is Black Tiger Ah Fu, are you ready to die?" Ah Fu is also a cruel person. After beating the gangster leader to death, he kicked away the fallen gun and tore off his black suit. , gearing up, turning his head and putting out his hand to provoke, looking unruly.

"Ouch!"

"Um!"

The wind is strong, the moves are fierce, and Black Tiger Ah Fu is in action.

After three strokes, five divided by two, these four or five gangsters were knocked down by Ah Fu, lying on the ground, with blood bubbles coming out of their mouths, and bursts of wailing sounds.

[The trouble value from Matt Murdoch is +35]

"What, how dare you come out to rob with such little ability? Boss, your wallet and watch." Ah Fu picked up the wallet and watch from the ground and handed them to Chen Shu, then picked up the suit he took off and hung it on his shoulder. He curled his lips in disdain and spat on the ground.

This was still a case of holding back under Chen Shu's instructions.

"careful!"

Suddenly, Matt Murdock yelled and threw out his guide stick. His agility was not like a blind man at all, and even ordinary healthy humans were inferior to him.

"Ah~" A black man who fell to the ground cried out in pain, covering his arm. There were large beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Snapped!"

Another gun was shot and fell to the ground. This was definitely a violation of martial ethics.

"It seems that I can't drink this wine." Chen Shu shrugged, shook his head and said, the disgust and anger in his eyes became more intense. He didn't know where this group of people came from, and his mood was ruined. He originally wanted to Those who hold back, in this case, then...

"I. I have already called the police!" Compared with Matt Murdoch, the other lawyer behaved a little worse. Only now did he point to the phone with trembling lips and said.

After a long wait, as an ordinary good citizen of New York, Chen Shu could only leave the matter to the police, and the group stopped here.

As we all know, the efficiency of dispatching police cars in the United States is extremely low. As long as the case does not occur in a wealthy area or the situation is too bad, they can be delayed as long as they can. And if the situation is too dangerous, the police can refuse to dispatch the police.

This is mostly the case on the streets of Brooklyn.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Chen." Outside the Brooklyn Police Department, Matt Murdock was a little shy. He was a man who could handle things clearly. In the final analysis, it was his lateness that led to the current situation.

"Matt, those people will also pay the price!" Chen Shu waved his hand and asked pretending not to care, "I think your skills are pretty good!"

"Yes, sir, the law will give them the punishment they deserve! I am a blind person, so it should be normal for me to know some martial arts for self-defense." Matt scratched his head, trying to get away with it.

"Mr. Chen, how about tomorrow, I'll buy you another drink."

However, Chen Shu did not hold on to this, "Let's talk about it next time we have a chance."

He took Ah Fu and went straight to the car. He might as well go home.

……

Late at night, a black cat walked out of the street corner with amber eyes blinking, and turned into a pale little boy under the light, with no trace of his body. The most terrifying thing was his two eyes, which were pure darkness. There was a faint light emitting from the ground, with a warm and innocent smile on his face, and a few yellow paper-like ghost drawing symbols in his hands, jumping around, not knowing where he was going.

Passers-by who observe carefully will find that he has no shadow.

"Mazefak!" Lying on the ground in a mess, the black gangsters without medical insurance could not go to the hospital for treatment. They could only let the veterinarians deal with the wounds hastily and endure the pain together in one of them's home.

The owner of the house sat up, rummaged through the cabinets, and took out a few bags of white powder from somewhere. This was not only to prepare for today's daily life, but also to relieve physical pain.

But not long after, a rumbling explosion and fire shot into the sky, lighting up the night sky in this area.

……

"Explosion is art!" At home, Chen Shu was lying on the bed watching the perfect curtain call from Toshio Saeki's perspective, and felt happy.

How can revenge be overnight? It would be nice if I didn’t mess with you! You still come to mess with me!

No wonder there is a saying in a certain universe, "Only a dead Nico is a good Nico!"

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang, and it seemed that the roast chicken ordered in the car had arrived. Chen Shu stood up, preparing to reward himself before leaving Brooklyn.