Jessica Jones was walking alone on the street, and the billionaire Danny Rand wanted to arrange a place for her to live with her friend Tracy, but she politely declined. Her home is also her studio, and there are so many materials left here that she can't leave.

So after the chat was over, she went back.

Summer is coming, and even at night, the temperature in New York is still high, and the streets are very noisy and full of pedestrians, but all this noise is all eliminated by Jessica, who is thinking about her own thoughts as she walks away.

A man stood in her way, and Jessica looked up.

The middle-aged woman who doesn't smile, Jerry Hogarth, the barrister.

"Hogarth, what are you doing here?"

"I happened to be passing by."

Jessica snorted contemptuously with her nose: "There are more than nine million people in this city, and we just happened to run into it?" Are you stalking me? ”

"Who told you not to call me back."

"Today I have a bad heart (qíng), and I haven't answered anyone's phone calls."

"But I think you're targeting me on purpose."

"Huh." Jessica sneered, "Maybe that's what you should think." ”

Hogarth spread his hands helplessly: "... I'm here to tell you to be careful. ”

"Be careful of what?"

"FBI, Department of Homeland Security. No matter what you run into, it's definitely a big deal. ”

"I didn't run into anything, I just took the case."

Hogarth raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Then I hope you refuse. ”

"I'm sorry!" Jessica pouted, "You guessed wrong. ”

Hogarth took a few deep breaths and struggled to squeeze a smile out of his face.

"Jessica, we're already familiar enough, so I'll get to the point." She looked into Jessica's eyes and said in a tone that had never been more serious than ever, "Leave it alone. Whatever that is, leave it to the FBI. After you made a major discovery in your apartment that day, your client's husband was put on federal watch, and he threatened the security of the entire federal state. There are now dozens of detectives secretly tracking this matter at all times, and if there is even one cop who is overly bent on saving the world, this John Raymond, and anyone suspected of assisting him, could be killed on the spot. ”

Jessica is not someone to be easily convinced, and she has her own judgment: "But there is no place in this person's profile that he is a terrorist!" ”

"Did the police find C4 explosives that could blow up half of Manhattan in his room, or did you find them yourself, and you forgot?" Hogarth looked around warily and quickened his pace, "You now know the seriousness of 事 (qíng), right?" The federal government won't give up if they don't catch him, and you don't want to be the unlucky guy in the middle of the way. ”

Jessica tilted her head to look at her, and after a moment said with a smirk, "Oh... So you're not trying to protect me, you're just trying to protect yourself! ”

Hogarth felt like she was on the verge of a seizure, but she also knew that getting angry with someone like Jessica wouldn't work, and that she would go on with her own thing.

"Give yourself a vacation, go out for a few days and get drunk. You helped find so many explosives, you saved all the people of Manhattan, and you deserved it..."

Jessica coldly interrupted her, "Save it, Hogarth, you don't have to worry about me. ”

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Jerry Hogarth, who was high up in the rì, was so frightened that he could not speak, and he sulked when he stood still, and only after a while did he take out the phone and dial out.

"Push back the appointment by ten minutes, Franklin, I have something to tell you."

"Okay boss, please speak."

Hogarth lowered his voice: "How many cases do you have on hand?" I need you to keep an eye on the individual, but privately. ”

"Uh... Well, I'd love to. ”

"There's a freelancer who has worked with us before and she's going to get out of control in the near future, and her name is Jessica Jones. All you need to do is make sure we don't get implicated no matter what trouble she's getting into, hear me? ”

"Okay... But I want to make sure she's not in any trouble right now, right? ”

"I really hope not, but even if it doesn't, it's only a matter of time before she is in her xìng style. Well, our conversation never happened, Franklin, be sure to keep it a secret. ”

Hogarth hung up the phone after saying that, turned his head to look in the direction Jessica left, and frowned...

Jessica, on the other side, soon after leaving Hogarth, arrived at the old apartment where she lived.

She entered the door, took the elevator, walked through the long passageway, and then she saw the door of her house opened.

Although the door was not locked at all—one day she forgot to bring the key and broke it—no one usually came to her house, except for the nosy neighbor.

Jessica was furious, pushed open the hidden door, and scolded, "Malcolm, if you go again..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Jessica was stunned by the sight before her. Her neighbor, Malcolm, was indeed in the room, but he was being held to the head by a middle-aged white man with a gun, and he did not dare to move.

The middle-aged white man snorted and panted, and his voice became a little strange because of fear and nervousness: "Jessica Jones, I told you not to follow me anymore!" ”

In order not to provoke him further, Jessica slowly raised her hands and said in a soft voice as much as possible: "This gentleman, calm down. You're John Raymond, right? Your wife has come to see me, and she is worried about your disappearance. ”

The middle-aged man screamed: "I told you to leave this alone!" ”

"Believe me, Mr. Raymond, now I really regret not listening to you. I don't care at all, really. ”

"You say, don't you work for them too!"

"Who?" Jessica keenly captures the most important words in Raymond's words.

“... You know who I'm talking about. ”

"No, I don't work for anyone, I just work alone." Jessica said calmly.

"yes... She's always been alone..."Malcolm, the little black brother, was scared to pee.

"Well, no matter what you think, what's going on now, you—" Jessica was about to take advantage of this opportunity to convince Raymond further, but he rudely interrupted her.

"I know exactly what (qíng) is going on now, it's that I know too much! And then they, they're going to kill my family. ”

Jessica quietly took a small step forward: "Who are they, and who is going to kill you?" ”

"I can't tell you that I... I don't want to do that, I'm a good person. Raymond's voice trembled, "You have to tell her that." ”

Jessica slowly approached Raymond: "You might as well tell her in person if you have a chance." Your family is worried about you, they want to know what's going on, and the police, and they want to know what you're doing with all that explosives. ”

"Fried... Dynamite...! "Malcolm's legs are limp.

Raymond trembled like chaff, and the gun in his hand was unstable: "I have nowhere to go, they will find me and hurt me... They're going to blow up the whole city, and I just want to stop them. ”

Jessica persistently digs into the truth: "So, who are 'they'?" If you don't tell me your name, I can't help you. ”

Raymond opened his mouth and finally spat out the name.

"Hand Meeting."

Jessica was stunned, she had just heard the name, and it was at Claire's house.

"I shouldn't have come here..."Raymond suddenly looked out the door as if he had been struck by lightning, and the fear in his heart could no longer be concealed, "No, no, no, no... Here she comes! Oh my God, it's too late! ”

Jessica suddenly turned around, and a dark shadow was clearly reflected in the gap between the floor and the bottom edge of the door, and there was someone outside the door!

The next moment, with a loud bang, the door was slammed open.

Raymond howled like a wounded beast and shot wildly at the door, and the man who came in from the door spun rapidly, like a formless black shadow, and the bullets flew past him (shēn) one by one, none of them hitting the target. In the blink of an eye, he swept across to Raymond, grabbed him by the neck with one hand, and lifted him up.

The scene was so sudden that Jessica couldn't react at all, and it wasn't until now that she could see who was coming.

It was a young woman of low material, dressed in a black robe with a hood that covered most of her face, but that could not stop her from her thrilling beauty.

Such a beautiful woman, but in Raymond's eyes, like the most ferocious beast, his whole body was hung in the air with his feet off the ground, and his feet kicked twice in vain, and finally showed a desperate look in his eyes. He whimpered and pressed the muzzle of his gun against his own sun (xué) and pressed the trigger hard.

"You... It's not going to work..."

"Bang!" Blood splattered and squirted onto Jessica's face, waking her out of her trance.

The woman in black watched Raymond commit suicide with a blank face, shook her hand and dropped the corpse in her hand, turned her head and prepared to leave.

"Stop!"

Jessica yelled and threw herself up and twisted her arm. The woman's shoulders sank, and her whole arm writhed like a snake, and Jessica couldn't hold it, and was easily freed. She tried to reach out to grab it, but was kicked in the lower abdomen by the woman Hui (shēn), flew out upside down and slammed into the wall, only to hear a crisp sound of "kalala", and the brick wall behind her suddenly burst into cobweb-like cracks.

The force of this kick was so great that it was definitely not something that ordinary humans could inflict on it, and Jessica was kicked so much that she was almost out of breath, clutching her stomach and lying on the ground. The woman in black gave her a cold look, and instead of striking again, she walked out in a flash (shēn).

Malcolm, the black man, shrank to the side, and only ran over to help Jessica up when he knew that the woman in black was leaving. Jessica gasped for a few more breaths to regain her strength, but the anger in her heart did not subside. John Raymond died in front of her eyes, and she was beaten so badly by a tong (xìng), this was the first time since "that incident" that she was defeated head-on without any suspense, which made her swallow this breath. Jessica suppressed the pain in her body, shook off Malcolm's hand, and rushed out the door.

Fortunately, the woman didn't go far. Jessica happened to see the corner of her robe disappear at the staircase and immediately chased after her. The woman in black ran downstairs, and Jessica looked down in the hallway to see the woman's (shēn) shadow like a black cloud floating between the floors, and in the blink of an eye, she was downstairs. Jessica struggled to catch up, went downstairs as fast as she could, pushed open the door of the apartment and ran outside, but there was still the shadow of the woman in black (shēn).

"Stop, don't move! Turn (shēn) to come! ”

A broken drink sounded from behind (shēn).

“sh*t.”

The hateful policeman didn't come when he should come, and he was more active than anyone else when he shouldn't. Jessica turned around in frustration, and it was none other than the female police officer of the New York Task Force who had been very unpleasant with her, Misty Knight.

Misty pulled out a pistol and pointed it at her: "It's you obstructing official business again, put your hands up!" ”

Jessica silently closed her eyes, she knew that today's events must not be good.

....

Matt Murdoch pushed open the door and walked in, silently pulling out an iron box from under the sofa and placing it on the table.

The room was dim, but it didn't make a difference to Murdoch, his eyes weren't meant to see, but to disguise himself as an ordinary blind man.

The iron box was opened, and the iron sheet on the inside of the box shè emitted a faint light on Murdoch's hand, and the skin of the fist bone was open (ròu) and blood was dripping.

Murdoch was injured again, and after the earthquake, New York's security system was severely damaged, and in the middle of the night, the streets of Hell's Kitchen were infested with bandits. The frequent movements these days have been a great challenge to his physical fitness. Murdoch hadn't fought for a long time, and he thought he could really be a lawyer, but it wasn't until he knocked a robber to the ground and the thrill of punching (ròu) took over his body again that he realized who he really was.

He is Daredevil – the demon of Hell's Kitchen.

The box was filled with painkillers and medical supplies to bandage wounds, and Murdoch fumbled for a small plastic bag containing the anti-inflammatory drugs he used to use, but his hand hurt too much today to open the bag anyway. The nameless anger in his heart rose up, and in an instant it broke through his sanity, and Murdoch roared loudly, slapping the iron box away, and the contents were scattered all over the ground.

He held his knees to calm down for a moment, ignored the pills on the floor, walked straight to the closet, and reached out and pulled the door open.

At the bottom of the closet lies a leather suitcase, the last relic of his father, Jack Murdoch, the famous "Flame Fighter" in the underground boxing world thirty years ago.

Murdoch reached out and stroked the contents of the box, a hard-skinned iron-plated combat suit, a carbon steel helmet, a tào, and his best weapon, the BillyClub.

These devices have saved his life more than once, but when did he start abandoning them?

"Fudge—Fudge—Fudge—"

His phone rang, and as a blind man, he couldn't look at the call alerts on the phone screen, so he had to set up every contact in his address book to report his name when a call came. Now the caller is his best friend, his former partner, Franklin Nelson, who is now a lawyer at the law firm of Hogarth Cho Bannowitz.

"Fudge, what's the matter?"

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"Are you really? Is this necessary? ”

Jessica saw Misty Knight walk in from the interrogation room with a large stack of files and immediately complained loudly.

"Routine, no discrimination. You're a big problem for me, you know? ”

Misty ignored her and slammed the papers on the table. Jessica glanced at it, pouted and snorted, "Why are you going to sue me?" ”

"Not yet, but you interrupted the city-wide search of the police station, stole my evidence, and killed one of my clues."

“... I just wanted to help him. ”

"But you didn't help."

"His family is really worried."

"Really? Now they should be worried about what to do with the funeral. Misty scoffed, dropping the folder with Jessica Jones on the cover in front of her, "Your office is now a murder scene, and I need your cooperation in the investigation." ”

Jessica didn't bother to look at it at all, and her face was full of impatience: "So now I'm a suspect?" ”

"Isn't that right? criminal destruction, annihilation of evidence, petty theft..."

"No murder charges?"

"No, but you know who killed him, and I need you to tell me."

"Officer, unless you have a reason to arrest me..."

"Don't talk to me about the useless 'officer,'" Misty yelled, "what do you see, tell me." ”

Jessica put away the sneer on her face, looked at the black female police officer seriously, and said word by word:

"I know you're doing your job, but I'm telling you, this case is special. There are already several superpowers on the lookout, and I really advise you not to get caught up in supernatural events that you can't handle at all. ”

Misty was about to say something, but the door to the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open, and a man in a suit and leather shoes on his head walked in quickly.

"Jessica Jones, don't say more. This officer, this is the end of the interrogation. ”

Jessica and Misty looked at the visitor in surprise.

Jessica: "Who are you?" ”

"I'm Matthew Murdoch." A warm smile hung on the corner of the man's mouth, and the sunglasses reflected Jessica's haggard face, "Your lawyer." ”

Is this man Murdoch? Jessica looked incredulous, who hired a lawyer, how did she not know?