I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Although Simon seems to be easy to solve.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to see who the Night Demon was, the people in that corridor would also have to work hard.

John patted Matt's shoulder and reminded him kindly: "How can you get out, Daredevil?"

"Don't call me that name," Matt took a deep breath. He had a sharp nose and an equally superior IQ.

He never thought that one day his identity would be exposed.

"You're not going to reveal my identity, are you?"

Matt 'looked' at John, but fortunately he knocked down the others before he spoke.

John grinned, "Of course, my lawyer."

The more he said this, the more uneasy Matt felt.

He even thought about whether to deal with John too.

He immediately remembered John's method of dealing with Simon.

Being able to nail a pencil directly through the palm of your hand to the table is a strength that even if you try to deal with it yourself, there is no guarantee of success.

If it doesn't succeed, there will be endless troubles.

In the end, Matt chose to give up on the idea.

He turned and walked towards Simon's office, "Follow me."

John wanted to see how he would perform and followed him.

Back in the office, Matt tapped the stick, and the sound bounced back to his ears.

An image appeared in his mind. He went to the window, smashed the glass with a stick, picked up the ashtray on the table and threw it down.

The ashtray fell to the ground and shattered, scattering shards of glass popping out to convey the larger image to Matt.

"Jump from here."

The guide stick in Matt's hand has a hidden secret, ejecting a hook to hang on the window sill.

"Quick! They're coming!"

He heard the door open and urged John.

John looked back at the people who had appeared in the corridor, and the pencil flew out of his hand.

The person who entered the door first had a bloody hole in his head.

The body fell down.

The people behind quickly stopped.

John grabbed Matt's guide stick and slid it down quickly.

Matt was about to grab the rope when he heard bullets pouring from behind him. Without any hesitation, he rolled sideways behind the table to escape. The bullets shattered the wall. The first person to rush in was the doorman.

He held a claw knife in his hand, and the fishy wind blew across Matt's cheek.

This man has at least ten lives in his hands.

Matt could tell by the smell of the claw knife.

He reacted quickly, grabbed the pen holder on the table and threw it over. At the same time, he put his foot on the wall to use his strength to cross the corner.

After changing his position, Matt had lost his way through the window, and he could only force his way out of the corridor.

There is a killer behind and a dozen professional thugs in front.

In the brief confrontation just now, Matt had already judged that the killer was not weak.

He decisively chose the thugs.

The thugs' footsteps and shouts are the best counterattack weapons.

He constructed a corridor image in his mind, kicked the thug in front of him in the abdomen, held down the swinging stick with his backhand, snatched it away, and slapped the third person on the neck.

Although it is not a guide stick, but with the stick in hand, Matt's combat effectiveness is significantly improved.

He swung the stick into an afterimage, and in just ten seconds, he hit it from the end to the entrance.

The killer who confirmed the death of his boss came after him angrily. Matt swung the stick with his backhand but was dodged by the killer.

Open the door.

The sound of bullets coming out of the barrel reached Matt's ears.

Without hesitation, he dodged with a swoop, and at the same time, after rolling on the ground, he stepped heavily on the ground with his heels.

The sound of the sound brought the entire second floor structure into my mind.

"Damn, it's all closed."

He cursed secretly. The second floor was not open to customers, so Simon made it completely enclosed. There was no other exit except his window.

The killer's footsteps are getting closer and closer.

Matt could only change places.

He rushed toward the stairs he had come from, and a gunman shot at him.

Basically no one can hit him.

He was fast and flexible, the moment he stepped on the stairs.

The originally constructed image vibrated.

It's music.

Crazy music kept crowding into his ears.

With a painful expression on his face, he stepped down and rolled down the stairs.

The killer saw him change from the agile monkey just now to the sloth lying on the ground, and walked step by step with a sneer on his lips.

"Where did your flexibility go?" The killer turned the claw knife in his hand. He took three steps with the claw knife and took two steps to attack Matt.

Matt barely stabilized his image within two meters. Whenever the explosive music started, his image trembled.

This made Matt become very embarrassed and evasive.

He was kicked into the crowd by the killer, and no one among the guests who were already in high spirits would call the police.

They will only scream and shout, and continue to twist their youthful bodies, allowing them to rot quickly inside.

They smiled, just like the name here.

hell heaven.

The joy after the fall makes people lose themselves.

The killer has no martial ethics, and a normal person attacks Matt in various ways.

He was playing with the mouse like a cat about to eat its prey.

Matt collapsed in the middle of the dance floor, where the music was loudest.

"Tell me, who asked you to kill him?"

The killer's eyes were red, "You have no idea how great he is. It's him who made me reach my current position."

"He saved me from starving to death."

"It's all you, you killed him!"

The killer has great feelings for Simon, and he was raised by Simon.

Although he lived a hard life, he would never forget who made him survive from that hellish slum.

Just because of his own mistakes, his boss died.

The killer plunged the claw knife into Matt's abdomen, and said ferociously: "I will dig open your belly and take out your organs!"

Exciting murder scene.

Make this bliss dinner even crazier.

Someone stuck out their tongue, like a vampire eager to drink blood.

Matt grabbed the killer with one hand, stopping him from moving any further.

It was just the manic voice that made him more and more miserable.

I didn't expect that I would end up here. I just used my guide stick or moved to another place.

He promised that he could disembowel the killer.

But all the advantages do not lie with him.

His ears and sense of smell lost their proper function in this restless place mixed with the strong alcohol and ambiguous smell.

The killer hit Matt hard in the face with his other hand, and he punched him continuously.

Even though Matt's physique was higher than that of ordinary people, he was almost unconscious at this moment.

Seeing that there was no obstacle, the killer grabbed the claw knife and stabbed Matt with a ferocious roar.

Blood splatters, screams and manic melody make this place where demons dance like hell.

...

Matt thought he was dead, but he didn't feel the pain he imagined.

Splattered blood dripped into his mouth and face.

He reached out and touched it, the warm blood and the pungent smell of blood.

The killer opened his mouth wide and made a sound of leaking air.

The heartbeat is getting weaker and weaker.

He raised his hands and rolled his eyes with difficulty.

The pencil inserted into his neck was killing him.

He saw the black hair, approaching so quietly that even a killer could not detect it.

The killer used his last strength to utter a word.

"Babayaga."

At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of what John said.

The Night Stalker is coming.

The pencil was drawn out, and the blood was as spectacular as a fountain.

The killer was completely silent, his blood stimulating the madmen in the bar.

John glanced at the gunmen and thugs who were coming. He handed the guide stick in his hand to Matt and asked, "Can you still move?"

"Why are you back?" Matt touched the guide stick and was surprised that John was back.

John's pencil was dripping with blood and turned until it stopped at his fingertips. He smiled and said, "I will not leave my lawyer behind."

He ran around and came in at the main entrance. The gatekeeper there didn't know where he had gone.

Matt didn't know what to say. It was originally John who did this.

He stood up holding the guide stick, and the loud music made him frown all the time.

"How many people are here?" he asked John.

John counted, "More than 20 people. This place doesn't look big, but there are quite a lot of people."

Matt looked solemn, "Let's leave quickly, this place is very bad for me."

John said, "Wait."

Then he walked towards the DJ who was still playing DJ there. He smiled and kicked the person away.

Simply press the stop button and the sound will disappear.

Matt froze.

John said casually, "Wouldn't it be better to turn off the music."

The truth is this, I want you to run away quickly!

Even if he can dodge bullets, with so many guns, there will always be times when he hits.

Not to mention there's no cover here.

The music stopped and the crazy people woke up from the joy of hell and heaven.

They saw the body and then saw Matt covered in blood.

Scream, this time a scream of terror.

The crowd began to pour outside, except for those who were too high, and the bar was trampling each other and jostling for the first place.

In the room on the second floor.

Some people come out.

They were not panicked by Simon's death, but just looked down at the scene below.

"who are they?"

"A lawyer and a... high school student?"

An old woman was discussing with someone, and her eyes fell on John.

John felt the gaze and looked up casually.

Compared to Matt's mood at the moment, John seemed very relaxed.

He twisted his neck and asked, "I'll take care of this, can you take care of the trouble for me?"

"What?" Matt asked subconsciously, "What trouble?"

"Of course the police."

John smiled slightly, his pupils constricting.

"I don't want to go to the police station."

After the words fell, John jumped up.

Jump from the first floor to the second floor.

His jumping ability is enough to win an Olympic championship.

Then on the second floor, he flicked his left hand.

The wand slipped from his hand and he raised an eyebrow.

The wand was waved, and a unique ripple spread out.

The weapons in the hands of the gunmen all fell apart.

John started his performance by shaking his right hand.

The three gunmen close to him squeezed together, and their bones made a tooth-piercing sound.

He started walking.

Anyone who stands in front will fall.

The faces of the guests on the second floor changed drastically at this moment.

A person wanted to run, but John's wand shot out a red light that made the person freeze and fall.

Only the old woman was still calm, and everyone on the second floor fell down.

John looked at the old woman and asked casually: "You don't seem surprised."

The old woman said respectfully: "Of course, respected wizard, I have no intention of being your enemy."

"Then it's not up to you."

John's wand flashed white.

The old woman's eyes became confused, but a surge of energy surged from her body, trying to resist.

John glanced at her unexpectedly and applied the forgetting spell again.

That power was suppressed.

John walked down from the second floor.

All the people in hell and heaven were taken care of by him.

Matt stood there, looking at John silently, and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

John stretched out his hand, "Lend me your cell phone."

Matt held out the phone and John dialed a number.

"Hello, we need dinner service here."

"Several people?"

John looked around, thought for a moment, and asked, "Do you know about hell and heaven?"

"Send it to hell and heaven in that specification, thank you."

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