I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Another Hell's Kitchen power boss dies.

John was in no hurry to leave, he walked over to the dead Corey.

The striped snake has more air coming out and less air coming in.

Corey was obviously not an ordinary person, and he took the snake with him in a desperate attempt.

"His muscles are extraordinary." John narrowed his eyes and stretched out his fingers to poke the stiff muscles. "It seems to be related to anger."

He noticed Corey's tattoo.

The red snake tattoo gradually turns back to cyan with death.

Putting his left hand on the surface of the skin, John closed his eyes.

In Corey, he felt something different.

It's like he has been transformed and has become much stronger.

Standing up and touching his chin, John was thoughtful.

Pulling out his wand, he tapped the table.

Invisible waves spread out.

This is a spell of his own creation.

Super sense spell.

It can create images of all nearby scenes in the mind like radar.

Kind of like Matt.

Among the information fed back by the supersensory spell, John found a metal frame in the room.

There are many things on it for decoration.

He reached behind a book and pressed it.

A wall opens in the room.

Ferdinand also reacted at this time and hurriedly followed.

Behind that wall is a small room.

The money on the table made Ferdinand unable to take his eyes away.

John went straight to a safe inside.

"It must be valuable here, but it's a pity that we don't have the password." Ferdinand said regretfully.

John raised his wand and tapped the safe.

"alaho hole opening (alobomora)"

The safe, which was originally closed, turned the knob on its own.

With the clicking sound of mechanical operation.

Ten seconds later, the safe door popped open.

Ferdinand's jaw dropped. Even though he was used to John's unusual methods, this scene still left him indescribable.

There were many things in the open safe, banknotes and various valuables.

Throwing the things on the ground randomly, John looked at a potion packed in a box inside.

"Evolution serum?"

He stared at the blue serum and saw a small line of writing on it.

“The water is really deep in Hell’s Kitchen.”

Stuffing the things into his pockets, John fumbled in the safe for a while.

Find a hidden compartment and open it, inside is a badge.

Has a skull and snake tentacles.

This thing is actually hidden deeper than the serum. It seems to be more important to Corey.

The badge turned with his fingers and disappeared without being seen by Ferdinand.

"You want it?" John glanced at Ferdinand who was drooling over money.

"I..." Ferdinand looked at the money, then at John, and finally chose to pretend to regard money as dirt, "I listen to the boss."

"From the moment you said these words, you started to look like a qualified driver, Ferdinand."

John praised and walked straight out.

There were not only valuables in the safe, but also some documents.

Those are the foundations on which Corey found his footing in Hell's Kitchen.

No matter how prosperous he is, Corey still needs to pay enough 'protection money' to some officials in Hell's Kitchen.

What John took away was enough to make those 'protective umbrellas' start to fear.

"Boss, what about these things?"

Ferdinand was still stupidly holding a bag filled with millions of dollars in contraband.

"Throw it here."

John didn't care, "After all, we are here to help lawyer Matt."

Ferdinand knew Matt's identity was Daredevil, and when he heard this, he immediately dropped the thing.

He didn't want to be targeted by the famous Daredevil.

Although Daredevil doesn't kill people, he can't stand a beating from the opponent.

John only took three things from here, the bottle of serum, the badge and the documents.

Nothing else was touched.

Just when Ferdinand was about to go out, John called him.

"Your brother gets No. 1," John pointed to the money in the safe and chuckled, "That's the 20 he deserves."

He shrugged. “I don’t think anyone would give him a bonus now.”

It's a little reward for Ferdinand's loyalty.

Ferdinand was stunned at first, then ecstatic.

He rushed up to the pile of money and took it one bundle after another.

As much as he wanted to take it all, he also began to understand the rules of John's game.

obedient.

This is what he should do as a driver.

After getting bundle No. 20, he hesitated whether to continue taking it.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and chose to turn around and leave.

He has begun to break away from the gangster he once was.

Rather than money, he chose to make a living.

Hold on to this thigh firmly, that is Ferdinand's wisest choice in the future.

The two walked out of the room, and no one now noticed Corey's death.

They are still looking for traces of Matt.

It was a race.

Matt also quickened his pace and found the imprisoned children from under the Death Speeder's preparation room.

Putting on the mask again, Daredevil faced the menacing attack. He asked the child to hide and deal with it alone.

It's just that he was injured in the first place, and now it's difficult to deal with these guys.

After finally fighting his way out, he met Roman who was returning with the beauty in his arms.

Not knowing the identity of the other party, Matt took action immediately without hesitation.

He picked up a helmet from the ground and hit Roman. Roman was stunned at first, and then quickly counterattacked.

Roman has never systematically learned fighting, but he has been fighting on the streets and has a good physique.

The fists are waved and the tiger creates wind.

Matt was able to dodge every time, but the wound involved made him slow down.

He was a little confused after being punched twice by Roman, and blood oozed from his wounds.

"Let's see who is the father." Roman said wildly.

Matt heard the slight sound of electricity and turned around suddenly to hit the approaching woman with a roundhouse kick.

Originally, the electric baton was used to greet Roman, but this woman from the Viper Gang had already discovered that the goods were missing.

Roman didn't know what was going on and saw Matt kick Sophia until she fainted. He rushed forward, hugged Matt's waist and hit her against the cabinet.

Matt lands an elbow drop that makes Roman’s back hurt like it’s breaking.

The two of them separated. Roman wanted to rush forward, but a braised egg rushed out of the door and was punched away.

"Fuck...Ferdinand?" Roman yelled but was stopped. He asked in confusion, "Why are you beating me?"

Ferdinand broke out in a cold sweat, this bastard dared to fight Daredevil.

"Not only do I beat you, I also want to flush you into the toilet!"

Ferdinand cursed, which made Roman a little aggrieved.

Matt heard a familiar voice and released the electric baton he picked up in his hand.

"Bangdang."

Roman still wanted to reason with his brother, so he looked over when he heard the noise.

He was silent.

Matt is not Tony Stark, he doesn't have high-tech weapons.

So his fighting style emphasizes maiming but not killing.

Roman didn't notice at all that this man also hid an electric baton.

If he had passed just now, this stick would have left him paralyzed for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, Roman was sweating profusely.

My brother saved my life.

...

Satan's Mansion is bustling, and Corey's death is finally discovered.

outside.

John crossed his arms across his chest and looked at his father's bumpy car.

"The good news is, the car still starts."

Although it looks scary, there is actually no internal damage.

The layers of bullet holes in the glass were not broken inside.

Dad modified the car so that it has the appearance of a business car, the core of a supercar, and the defense of a tank.

When Roman heard that the owner of the car was coming, he felt as guilty as a quail.

After all, his brother had exaggerated the boss's horror in front of him many times.

Fearing that he would be filled with cement and sink into the Atlantic Ocean, he acted very honestly.

"Lawyer Matt, please tell me from a professional perspective how long you need to stay in jail for stealing millions of assets."

Matt, who rescued the child and let him out from behind, changed into his suit and came over. He said, "More than ten years."

Roman trembled, no way, he will spend the rest of his life in prison?

John laughed when he heard this: "The vehicle has been modified in many places, and the outer shell is made of alloy. In addition to the damage to the glass, the price is 25."

Roman cried sadly and took out [-] from his pocket, "I only have [-]."

No money won from the Brooklyn tournament was enough to pay for the repairs.

I originally wanted to go to Death Race to get my general, but I found that the place was in chaos.

No one would care about him as a champion.

Naturally, I can't get the money.

John took the [-] yuan and said with a smile: "Very good, your maintenance fee has been paid off."

"Really?" Roman was overjoyed. My boss is really generous.

"It's okay, plus your 20 bonus, it's just enough." John snapped his fingers.

Ferdinand didn't warm up the 20 yuan he received. He lifted up his shirt with a pained face and tied bundles of banknotes to his waistband.

Heartbroken, he took all the money out of his waistband and put it in the car.

Roman opened his mouth wide. This was probably the closest he had ever come to 20.

A huge sum of money disappeared before his eyes, and his life became gloomy.

"I can use this money to open a car repair shop."

"Now it's my money." John added insult to injury and raised a finger. "I also need to remind you that the cleaning fee for the car costs ten thousand US dollars."

Roman, who was already gloomy, became autistic.

Participated in two games, won two, and owes [-].

Fudge staggered out of Satan's Mansion. As soon as he got outside, he held the car door and vomited.

"For God's sake, there are giant snakes inside that eat people. We need to leave before those reporters come."

He had never seen anything so exciting in his life. The boss of the Viper Gang had half his neck bitten off.

There was chaos inside now, and those celebrities couldn't be photographed in a violent and bloody place like Satan's Mansion.

"Matt, when did you come out?" After vomiting, Fudge saw Matt and asked, "Where were you just now?"

"Lawyer Matt is working on my theft case."

John shrugged and said, "Now he owes me thirty thousand."

"Thirty thousand?!" Roman screamed, "Didn't you just pay back ten thousand?"

"This back seat is made of real leather." John pointed to the place where Fudge vomited.

"Then you should find him!" Roman didn't know Fudge, so why should he pay for it for him?

"Because he is your attorney now," John smiled kindly, "otherwise you would have to go to jail."

In response, Roman could only break his teeth and swallow them in his mouth.

Fudge originally wanted to place the bet for John, but unfortunately he couldn't find a place to place the bet.

"It doesn't matter, that's the commission fee I gave you."

John stuffed the handed money into Fudge's pocket and patted his pocket with his hand, "There will be more trouble in the future, Fudge."

Fudge really wanted to refuse, but unfortunately he gave too much.

"By the way," John was about to get into the pickup truck and leave. He stopped and said to Matt, "I know a good tailor. Your clothes don't fit a little. I think you are blind and don't know."

Matt pondered for a while and said, "Thank you for your recommendation, I might order a set."

The door closed and the pickup truck drove away.

Roman drove his car, which he paid [-] yuan for, to repair it.

The two lawyers were left to watch away.

"He's really a weirdo, and he's also sick." Fudge touched his pocket, and it was reassuringly heavy, "But he has money."

"You don't know, that guy actually let one person kill another person."

Fudge thought about it, and he began to understand that Matt didn't want to have anything to do with John.

Matt's mind wandered far away.

They were walking at one end of the street when a black SUV started.

Sitting inside was Mrs. Gao who had left earlier.

Matt's head snapped back. He didn't hear a heartbeat from the car.

The car was getting farther and farther away, and Matt's face became more solemn.

Hell's Kitchen is getting more complicated.