I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Daredevil?

Matt heard this sentence with his sensitive hearing, and his expression changed.

"How did he know?"

At this moment, Matt seemed to have stepped into a huge trap.

He felt that the other party might even appear at the gate of hell and heaven to wait for him on purpose.

What kind of person is he, and when was he exposed?

What is the purpose of getting closer to yourself?

What was originally an ordinary thing seems to be premeditated when I think about it again.

After hearing John's words, the bodyguard at the door looked deeply at John. He turned around, opened the door, and walked inside.

John looked back at Matt, a little surprised that the lawyer seemed very troubled.

Confused about what?

He didn't know that someone was brainstorming just because of that sentence.

Night Stalker was John's nickname when he was in school.

To this day, in Slytherin at Hogwarts, there is still a legend that the night devil will eat the little wizard who walks at night.

This is purely a coincidence.

He said it casually, just to facilitate the casting of spells.

Even though John knew a little about Marvel, he was so unpopular that he didn’t remember it at all.

Matt was still worried about what the conspiracy was, and the bodyguard who came in over there came out again.

The bodyguard said: "You can come in."

John said to Matt, "See, it's easy."

Matt tightened the guide stick in his hand and smiled: "Of course."

He was ready to fight.

John nodded and walked inside.

Even though he knows Legilimency.

But Legilimency has a condition.

Eye contact.

You want John to make eye contact with a blind man...

Therefore, he could only vaguely feel uneasiness from Matt.

But he thought it was because he was nervous about meeting Simon.

They walked behind that door.

The first to enter the target were the group of people arranged by Simon.

When they saw the two people coming in, they didn't speak, but stared at them quietly with a sense of oppression.

John is impassive, Matt is blind.

The two walked along this path, and another door opened at the end.

A beautiful office appears in front of you.

The owner of the place, Simon, was sitting in a comfortable chair, wearing a floral shirt and smoking a cigar in his hand.

"Night devil?"

Simon looked to be in his forties, with a black beard and a sneer on his lips.

Uncomfortable eyes glanced at the two of them.

No one would regard the guide stick in Matt's hand as a threat, and more eyes fell on John.

"I have a question that I need you to answer." John didn't care. He walked up to Simon and stared into his eyes, "Why did you blow up my car?"

"Blow up your car?" Simon looked disdainful, "Who do you think you are, worthy of me?"

He didn't know John's identity, but he only let people in because the word Daredevil reminded him of Daredevil.

"Oh?" John pretended to be confused, "But that's not what the guy who fried chicken said."

Fried chicken guy?

Simon's originally dismissive face changed, and he stared at John, "Who are you?"

"You don't even know the person you want to kill?" John shook his head helplessly, his eyes gradually turned into vertical pupils, and his voice deepened, "My name is John Wick."

"Wick?"

Simon's expression changed drastically when he heard this surname.

He reached for the drawer, but a pencil pierced the back of his hand.

John said lightly: "You are a little naughty and I don't like it very much."

"Tell me, where is the person who asked you to pay 100 million yuan?" John's shadow covered Simonson.

Those vertical pupils brought fear to Simon.

Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he couldn't make any sound when he opened his mouth. His fingers were so stiff that even moving his fingertips was a luxury.

Fear spreads throughout the body.

"The Ten Rings Gang!" Simon said the answer John needed.

The fear disappeared, he gasped for air and slumped in the chair.

John did not take out the pencil, but straightened his sleeves and said with a smile: "Tell me where those people are?"

"I do not know!"

The second pencil plunged into the other hand, and John slowly took out a pen from the pen holder on the table.

"You have one more chance." He smiled, looking like a devil in Simon's eyes.

Simon seemed to be tortured, with two more holes in his hands.

The cap of the pen was opened, and John's casual look made Simon tremble all over.

He didn't know why he was so scared, but he knew that the pen would pierce into a certain part of his body like a pencil.

Driven by a strong desire to survive, he took action.

John dipped his pen into the blood on the table and wrote the address on the back of the paper.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Closing the pen, John put it into the pen holder.

He stepped aside and extended an invitation to Matt.

"it's your turn."

"what?"

Matt was surprised, he was already ready to fight.

But John's vigorous and resolute actions made his preparation useless.

John said meaningfully: "Aren't you worried about a case, Mr. Lawyer?"

Bliss proved.

Matt knew what John meant.

He took a deep breath, a hero moving through the night.

This was the first time he encountered something that could be picked up off the shelf.

John also gave a friendly reminder: "Don't make too much noise, people will come outside."

"No, no!" Simon shook his head wildly. He couldn't figure out why the bodyguard would let these people in.

I completely forgot that I wanted to see the so-called Daredevil.

But he didn't know that Daredevil and Daredevil were not the same person.

Matt stopped walking.

He is not the kind of hero who kills anyone easily.

"Let's go," Matt said.

"Maybe if you work hard, you can save one or even a dozen girls," John stared at Matt, "Don't let your kindness delay you."

Matt 'looked' towards John and asked, "What about you? Why don't you do this?"

John smiled: "Because I prefer to see other people's choices."

This is a bit of his bad taste.

There was a guy who forced him to choose before, and he just threw that guy into the cage. .

"Don't kill me, I can pay, a lot of money." Simon cried while putting his right foot close to a button under the table.

His hands are pinned and his right foot presses the button.

Underneath the seemingly pitiful cry, viciousness was revealed.

The soft sound of the button sinking was not heard by others.

But among the three people in the room, two people turned to look at Simon.

Simon smiled evilly and said, "You two bastards, just die here!"

The door was knocked open, and bullets poured in first.

Matt and John rolled over the table without any hesitation.

The people outside finally knew the boss who came to save them.

John pulled two pencils from the table.

Just as Simon was about to run away, John grabbed his feet and dragged him back. He grabbed Simon's hair with one hand and slammed it on the floor.

Simon died immediately under the heavy blow.

He wiped the pencil in his hand on Simon's clothes.

He seemed unhurried and said casually: "Okay, Mr. Lawyer, maybe I really need you."

Here, John is referring to litigation.

As for Matt, he has decided that John knows his identity.

Now is the critical moment, and he doesn't care to hide anymore.

The sound of bullets ricocheting off the walls painted a picture of the outside in his mind.

When the round ends, they stop firing.

Without any hesitation, he sprinted out nimbly, and the guide stick in his hand turned into a whip, splitting both the gun and the bones of his hand with one blow.

In this long and narrow corridor, a blind man like a tiger among sheep, his powerful fighting skills quickly knocked down the combatants.

John took out the wand and put it back, shrugged and said, "Well, this lawyer is very brave."

Walking outside, there were seven or eight people in a corridor, except for the last one.

Matt jumped up and trampled on the wall, flying and punching people to death.

He was breathing heavily, even though he had extraordinary senses, Matt was still an ordinary person.

John exaggerated without sincerity: "I think lawyers are under a bit of pressure these days."

"Stop pretending!" Matt heard more footsteps outside. His tone lost his previous playful smile and said seriously, "You know my identity!"

"Your identity?"

"Daredevil!" Matt held the guide stick tightly in his hand.

"Uh..." John thought for a moment and said, "Would you feel better if I told you that I was talking about the Night Stalker?"

"It's all the same!" Matt was angry. Now his identity as Daredevil is likely to be exposed, let alone justice at night.

Even Fudge could be implicated.

He pointed to his ear, "I heard everything. Ever since you appeared in Hell and Heaven, you have been approaching me and preparing to use me!"

John filtered it through his mind, well, Daredevil didn't appear in the Avengers, he didn't recognize it.

"Okay, so what if I told you," John looked at Matt sympathetically, "that Night Stalker was my nickname in school?"

"Your... nickname?"

Matt kept listening to John's heartbeat, but unfortunately, he didn't hear it.

But he seemed to hear a different meaning from John's tone.

"Then you tell him about Night Devil..."

"Oh, we have to find an excuse for people to let us in," John said matter-of-factly, "You see, the effect is not very good."

Matt fell silent.

If it was a misunderstanding, then he seemed to have made a wave of self-exposure just now.

At this moment, the footsteps outside the second door became more intensive.

Simon's people are coming.

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