I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Sitting in the car, Hattie propped her chin on her right hand and looked at the glass of the restaurant.

There, my boss was chatting and laughing with a black uncle.

"Who is that?" she asked Ferdinand.

Ferdinand came back to his senses from the lap of a woman wearing cool clothes on the roadside, "Ah, oh, that's the boss's friend."

"He seems dangerous." Hatty stared at the black uncle.

She had the feeling of being an agent. She saw the uncle's various actions in the restaurant.

His eyes fell on a black car at another intersection. Hattie opened the door and got out of the car.

"Where are you going?" Ferdinand asked.

"Walk around."

Hattie walked away without looking back.

Ferdinand had to stay in the car and wait for his boss and his assistant to come back.

...

"who's that person?"

In the black car, the Russian man in a straight suit looked quietly at the restaurant.

Faced with his inquiry, the man in the driver's seat also knew nothing, "I don't know."

In response, the Russian man cast a deep gaze inside and said, "There can be no witnesses."

The man in the driver's seat unbuckled his seat belt and said, "I'll deal with him."

Just as he was about to go out, he saw John move.

John stood up, glanced at the wire worker, and said to Robert: "It seems that the pleasant meal time is over."

"Thank you for the book." Robert smiled, holding the book in his hand.

"I still say the same thing, if you need help, I'm always available." John smiled and waved, and he saw his assistant coming over.

Hattie was standing outside. She was about to go in, but she stopped when she saw John getting up.

John walked up to the lineman and said in a kind voice, "Have a nice evening."

The killer disguised as a wire worker felt baffled. John just smiled and did not continue.

He walked out the door and glanced at the black SUV. He took out his pocket watch and looked at it.

Hattie came over and said, "Boss."

"Shh-" John raised a finger, "Seven seconds."

"What seven seconds?" As soon as Hattie finished speaking, a truck happened to come over.

Meanwhile, the killer inside the restaurant is still pretending.

"Is it just you, or do we have to wait for others?" Robert asked calmly, looking at the book in his hand.

The killer was stunned, "Sorry, what?"

Unfortunately, all his disguises were seen through by Robert, who said calmly, "If you were really a wire worker, your hands wouldn't look like this."

As soon as the killer heard this, he knew he had been exposed.

"Although I don't know why you let that kid leave, it was a good choice." The killer stopped pretending and took out his gun and stood up.

"Stand up and walk to the black SUV across the street."

He also wanted to threaten Robert.

But Robert had already locked in the moment he stood up.

In his eyes, everything slowed down.

The style of the opponent's weapon, dominant hand, posture, and distance.

Everything has entered the countdown to life the moment the other party gets up.

Robert picked up the book in his hand and hit the other person's throat with the spine, making him lose the ability to resist.

The killer pulled the trigger, and he slapped the gun away with his backhand.

Grabbing the opponent's shoulders and slamming them on the table, he used the book in his hand to break the killer's neck with one blow.

After doing all this, the pocket watch in John's hand outside finished running out in exactly seven seconds.

Hattie's face was solemn. This man's skills were clean and neat, and even stronger than his own.

The restaurant's electrical wiring short-circuited and plunged into darkness, Robert's doing.

He swaggered out and greeted John on the roadside, "Sorry for letting you see this."

John smiled and said: "Great skill."

Robert looked at the time and said, "Maybe we will meet next time."

John made a sign of invitation and Robert walked out.

Hattie asked, "Who is he?"

"My friend," John replied simply.

The truck in front of him drove away, and John's eyes fell on the car that Robert had photographed.

As a host, you always have to meet your guests.

John walked over and Hattie followed.

Just as the people in the car were about to get out, John pressed the door and pushed the people back.

The co-pilot looked at John, and the main driver yelled, "What's wrong with you?"

John looked at the people in the car with a smile, "A kitten broke into the wild forest."

The co-pilot smiled and said calmly: "Maybe a lion came in."

"A lion won't put its head into a tiger's mouth," John tapped his finger on the glass, "Who do you think is so stupid?"

The driver couldn't sit still anymore. He opened the door and came down and said to John, "You'd better get out of my car."

"Otherwise?" John tilted his head.

"Otherwise I will..." The man's words disappeared on his lips.

A little moisture slipped from the car door to the ground, and he looked at his palm on the car.

A flying knife pierced the palm of his hand, and he screamed at the pain he felt later.

He didn't know where the flying knife came from, but the pain without warning made him panic.

The co-pilot's expression turned serious, and he opened the door and walked out.

"I'm not a kitten that wandered into the forest," the man introduced himself. "My name is Teddy. I work for Pushkin. If there's any offense..."

"Pushkin?" John touched his chin, "It would be great if you worked for Kingpin, then I could justifiably kill him."

His understatement made Teddy look dark.

"Okay, this is a warning." John walked to the screaming man, raised his hand and pulled out the throwing knife, "You need to learn to restrain yourself when you are in other people's places."

He waved his hand and walked to his car.

Teddy looked up and watched the blue figure leave the roof for a flash.

...

The car stopped in front of Hattie's apartment, Hattie got out and left.

The passenger door was opened again, and Dax sat in wearing a sweatshirt.

"Those people are attacking your friends." Dax asked in a low voice with excitement in his eyes, "Do you need me to kill them for you?"

"How about being a hero for the first time?" John said. "Doing a good job."

"Make my blood boil." Dax clenched his fist. When his flying knife pierced the guy's palm, he felt unprecedented pleasure.

"You can do better," John chuckled. "There's a guy named Pushkin. Maybe you can use your authority to look it up."

"I will." Dax fell in love with the suit.

He is the real him behind the mask.

...

The villains of Hell's Kitchen are having a bad time lately.

There is human trafficking going on.

As Daredevil, Matt heard it and he showed up.

In the containers at the dock, Matt has the advantage of being invisible.

He shuttled through the narrow container road, and before the other party could react, he flew and kicked the person away.

Then came the second, and then the third.

In Hell's Kitchen, there is a group of Russians who specialize in human trafficking.

The last time Matt solved the Satan Mansion, he discovered the existence of this group of people.

Wanting to kill them all once and for all, he sets out to hunt the group in Hell's Kitchen.

After a few confrontations, the other party also became alert.

Start setting up a trap to catch Matt.

Matt has overcome difficulties the previous two times.

The justice of being Daredevil forces him to jump into a trap even though he knows it is a trap.

But this time he failed.

Matt was ambushed. Even though his fighting skills were far superior to ordinary people, he was still at a loss when faced with the attack of more than a dozen thugs.

The battle began to turn into a crisis. The narrow container aisle did not give people much room to move.

Matt was tired of dealing with it. One of the thugs found the opportunity and hit Matt on the head with the weapon in his hand.

Matt heard it, but there was also an attack in front of him that he had to avoid.

The two are flanking each other, and Matt prepares to fight one head-on.

at this time.

The sound of breaking through the air passed.

Then the person behind him fell.

The blue figure flashed past, and the throwing weapon quickly fell towards the container.

With a sprint, he jumped from the box and smashed the thug's sternum with his knees, causing him to vomit blood and die.

Unlike Matt, the blue figure showed no mercy at all.

His attack was like a storm. He drew the flying knife from his back and quickly killed in a small place.

When the battle subsided, Matt smelled the pungent smell of blood, and his body tensed and did not relax.

A thug who was not completely dead said with difficulty, "Ye, Ye Gui."

"correct answer."

"No!"

The blue figure said something, pulled out the throwing knife and ended the man's life directly.

Matt tried to stop it, but failed.

A smile appeared on Dax's face beneath his mask, enjoying the killing.

When the container was opened, the eyes of the crouched women inside lit up and they saw hope.

Starting today, Night Stalker's name will be even scarier than Daredevil's.

Merciless killing is the patron saint of the poor.

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