Luke climbed into his room through the window and quietly opened the crack in the door to take a few looks. The adoptive parents seemed to have gone to rest, and it was quiet in the living room downstairs.

Closing the door, Luke lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.

He cast the Nian Qi Hood several times throughout the night, and found it to be very draining. Now he was very sleepy, and he couldn't open his eyelids at all.

Luke slept soundly throughout the night. It seems that he had a sweet dream before dawn.

He dreamed that he had become the emperor of Europe, and he graduated perfectly in a trance, and in the group book, a group of younger brothers shouted "666" behind him.

When I woke up, it was already past nine o'clock in the morning.

It is conceivable that there was such a big commotion last night, and the outside world should have already made a lot of noise.

Luke got up, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and went downstairs for breakfast.

Walking into the living room, he finds that Daredevil Uncle Matt, who was injured last night, is no longer there. Only the couch still had some blood stains that hadn't been cleaned up that hadn't been cleaned up. Luke pretended not to see it.

"Good morning, Karen."

"Morning, honey!" Karen, who was preparing breakfast, put her arms around Luke and kissed him dotingly on the cheek.

Luke wiped his cheek as he pretended not to care, something he wasn't used to yet.

After all, she is an adult psychologically, and although Karen is nominally his adoptive mother, she is also in her early thirties.

Being kissed every morning by a woman who is not much older than herself, has no real blood relationship, and looks eighty, this feeling, hey, don't mention it.

On the table is a standard American breakfast, bread and milk, bacon omelette.

Seeing that there were only two sets of cutlery on the table, Luke asked, "Fudge didn't eat breakfast again?" ”

Karen paused, then smiled and said, "Honey, Fudge still has work to do, and he's already eaten in the morning." ”

"Oh."

Luke didn't say anything. He knew that Fudge was dealing with Matt's injury.

Presumably, he sent the blind lawyer back to the other party's residence early in the morning. It seems that Daredevil's injuries should be fine.

The morning news was playing on the TV. The announcer was announcing the news of the gang scuffle that woke up half of New York last night.

On the screen, the camera shows the situation of the firefight in Hell's Kitchen last night, which has been blocked by a large number of police in the morning, police cars are everywhere, and police lights are flashing non-stop.

Five New York police officers were reportedly killed in last night's firefight. The scene was washed by the heavy fire of the vicious gangs, and a mess appeared in the picture:

The shattered glass was mixed with bright red blood, and the corpses had been sent away, and blackened blast marks could be seen everywhere on the ground. The whole neighborhood is like hell.

In the words of the announcer: "As you can see, the tragic situation in this neighborhood is like being ravaged by the demons of the abyss." ”

"Oh God." Karen, who was eating breakfast, covered her mouth with her hand and looked at the tragic picture in disbelief.

The screen switches to the on-site interview, and you can see that the residents of the surrounding buildings are busy moving. An elderly woman complained to the camera: "It used to be hell here. But this time? Satan has just been here! ”

The report revealed the participants in the gang fire: the Russian mafia, local gangs in New York, and the Japanese Yakuza organization.

Finally, a blurry photograph appears on the screen, taken at night at the time. The photo shows a mysterious man, very short, with a faint Iron Man mask on his face.

A big question mark on the photo? Note below: He is not Iron Man. So, who is he?

Looking at the TV screen, half of the omelette on Luke's fork fell off. Isn't that what you are?

I was actually secretly photographed! Soul light!

Looking at the blurriness and angle of the photo, it should have been taken by nearby residents with their mobile phones at the time. These people are really not afraid of death, and dare to brave the rain of bullets and use their lives to take pictures secretly.

Lukexin said that it was fortunate that the young master was wearing the Iron Man mask at that time.

Be sure to be more careful next time. Zongrui's disciples are really everywhere......

Forking the omelette again, Luke eats it in one bite.

He didn't think anyone could possibly come to his door. He had done enough to hide himself last night, and the dwarf illusion, the voice changer, and the Iron Man mask all gave him the perfect disguise.

Presumably, the follow-up impact of this chaotic war will continue to ferment for a while.

But even if those gangs dig deep into the ground and track down last night's events, it is the dwarf who is tracked down. And now, he is just a 7-year-old child sitting at the table and eating breakfast obediently. No one will doubt him.

……

At this time, in the luxurious office on the top floor of Stark Building, looking at the news images presented by Jarvis, Tony opened his mouth in some astonishment, and said after a while: "It turns out that I am already so popular......

Even the gang members are on fire and wearing his mask?

"Sir, do you need me to find out where this man comes from?" An emotionless male voice sounded in the room.

"There's no need for that." Tony thought for a moment and shook his head, "This kind of thing has nothing to do with me. Okay Jarvis, tell me, how are you preparing for the portability of the Mark 5? ”

"Everything is ready, sir."

"So, let's start testing."

……

Hell's Kitchen, Roulette Casino.

A handsome young and handsome white man in a crisp suit with black-rimmed glasses walked into the casino with steady steps. When the casino manager heard the news, he hurried out to greet him.

"Mr. Wesley...... Unexpectedly, you came in person. It's an honor to meet you......" The casino manager's tone was full of awe, and he bowed his head to the young man.

"What did you find?" Wesley's voice was deep, the same voice from last night's phone call.

"Yet, there is no definite news yet...... That dwarf, it's like evaporating out of thin air. Neither ours nor the Russians could find him. The manager stumbled and said, "Well, actually, that person didn't win much money." You see, this thing, isn't it ......?"

"It's not a matter of how much."

Wesley interrupted the other party, glanced at the manager lightly, and said in the same tone: "I said, no one can take Jin He's money like this. Sir doesn't know what's going on here, do you want him to know? ”

"No, no, no." The manager's head shook like a rattle, and cold sweat was pouring out.

He knew that the identity of the person in front of him was not only the assistant of the big boss Jin He, but actually more like an official, and he was deeply relied on by the big boss.

Wesley's words, to a certain extent, can represent the golden union.

Wesley reached out and straightened his suit and tie slightly, "Get this done." With that, he turned and walked out of the casino.

"Yes, yes! I'll keep sending someone to find out! ”

It wasn't until Wesley's figure disappeared in the door that the casino manager finally looked up and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he immediately called in a few of his men and arranged to continue the search for the perpetrators of last night.

"Damn gnomes!" The manager hates someone so much that the roots of his teeth itch.

……

"Uhhh

After last night's gang scuffle, he can be sure of one thing: at least the current Kim is not the underground emperor who controlled seventy percent of the crimes in the United States in his heyday.

At present, Hell's Kitchen is still in a period of gang warfare and turf grabbing. Last night alone, there were three forces.

Among these three parties, the Russian mafia and the Japanese are half a pound and a half. The people of Kim have clearly shown to be more courageous than these two sides, and it is only a matter of time before they occupy Hell's Kitchen.

Luke put that behind him for now.

It's the weekend and he doesn't have to go to school. It's embarrassing to think that I'm also a hard worker, and I have to sit in the same classroom with a bunch of little kids all day long, learning 1+1=2.

Locking the door, Luke pulled out his bank card and played with it. He was planning how to spend the $75,000.

After a busy night's work, it's harvest time.