Jessica's bed is very firm.

Li Mo was a little curious, and couldn't help but ask, "Where did you book your bed?" ”

"Shut up and move!"

"Oh."

……

After the fact, the two lit cigarettes and smoked quietly.

Li Mo roughly explained today's events, and asked with some hesitation: "You say... Shouldn't I help them? ”

Jessica was a little irritable, "I'm a bunch of things myself, and I'm not in the mood to help you solve it." ”

Li Mo asked a little self-deprecatingly, "Aren't we friends?" I can't talk to you, what do you think of me! ”

Jessica. Jones was expressionless, "A conversation that doesn't bother me, and it needs to be recharged from time to time." ”

Li Moru was struck by lightning.

Jessica shook her head with a smile when she saw Li Mo's appearance, got up and went to get dressed, "Someone often instructs me to do things more openly, but when it's his turn, he squirms." You're not that kind of person. ”

Put on the lingerie, Jessica. Jones picked up the wine bottle on the table and took a sip, looking at Li Mo with some amusement.

"What the hell are you afraid of?"

What am I afraid of?

I'm afraid of too many things,

I'm afraid of trouble,

I'm more afraid of the responsibilities that need to be taken,

Even if I get the ability, I'm still the ordinary person who ate and waited for death in my previous life.

The more Li Mo thought about it, the more irritable he became,

f**k！

No matter what, what do you want to do so much? I had a lot of money in my previous life, and I finally got a second chance, if I don't do things according to my own heart, it's better to die!

Lao Tzu is not trying to be some bullshit superhero!

I just do what I want...

…………

After several days of rainy days, the sky in New York finally cleared. From afar, the entire city looks as if it has just been cleaned, and the morning sun rises from the sea level.

On the road outside a meat processing plant in Hell's Kitchen, a black and white police car slowly drove up and stopped in front of the processing plant.

Brett. Mahoni got out of the police car, tightened the belt on his black uniform, and said to his partner who got off the co-pilot, "Be careful, Marven." Let's go. ”

They received a call to the police, and some people claimed to have heard strange noises coming from here last night, and no one came out this morning. As the closest police officers to this area, they were ordered to come over and conduct a routine investigation.

When they walked to the door and rang the doorbell for a long time, no one answered, and they immediately sensed that something was wrong. It's bustling outside, but it's as quiet as a ghost.

Blatter and his partner exchanged glances, and the two climbed into the low wall next to them, pulling out their police pistols and carefully exploring the way.

Entering the vestibule, it was empty, some glass counters had been broken, glass was sprinkled all over the floor, and there were some blood stains.

"Blat, look!" The partner pointed ahead. There was a trailing streak of blood on the ground, which had turned a little black.

The two of them were a little nervous, swallowed their saliva, clutched their pistols tightly and walked along the blood streak, and came to the outside of the freezer warehouse.

Looking at each other, Blatter stepped forward and slowly pushed open the door, and the scene in front of him was shocking.

Dozens of corpses hung their heads and fans of pork were hung in rows on iron hooks, and blood was everywhere on the ground.

The two couldn't hold back any longer, so they hid to the side and threw up against the wall...

…………

It was almost noon when Li Mo returned to the shop.

Lucas Jr. and George were watching TV talking about something, Lucas Jr. was a little frightened, and George was full of indignation.

Li Mo also sat down and watched the news for a while, and it turned out that there was another massacre against the gang last night.

Because this time it was even more appalling, the news leaked by the reporters who flocked to the city, so it quickly spread throughout New York.

A total of 46 members of the Mexican drug cartel were all killed and hung in warehouses like steaks in one of their secret strongholds, ostensibly a meat processing factory, but in a drug den.

Li Mo shook his head, he didn't have a particularly bad impression of the punisher, revenge was just something that a big man would do. But Frank. Casor's revenge was so brutal and bloody that it had already caused panic in New York.

And most importantly, it didn't hit the point at all!

It's not clear where the mastermind behind the scenes is hiding.

Thinking of this, Li Mo was a little unhappy, his original free life was broken, and those gangs of evil villains didn't know where to smoke cigars and play with women...

f**k！

Li Mo scolded directly, asked George for Matt, Murdoch's lawyer's address, and went out directly to drive the blue mustang. Leaving little Lucas and George looking at each other.

…

Nelson. The law firm of Murdoch is not far from here, just a few blocks away. Li Mo arrived downstairs in a while.

It's an old-fashioned building from the '90s, and it's the kind of building that is common in New York. Old, sturdy, full of nostalgia.

After going up to the second floor and knocking on the door, it was opened by a young man with blonde hair and a round face and some baby fat. Nelson. Li Mo couldn't help but complain in his heart: It seems that every man needs a good friend.

Fergie thought that a customer had come and was just about to ask, Matt, who was wearing sunglasses. Murdoch walked out and said, "Ferge, Mr. Lee is here to find me." ”

Ferggie shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, you guys, Karen and I will go to those old people to see what is going on." ”

Matt led Li Mo to another room and sat down, Li Mo looked at the blind lawyer in front of him, which was a rare superhero he admired from the bottom of his heart. There is no super ability, but there is an unparalleled courage and strong belief that many people lack.

"Mr. Li, is there something you are here for this time?" Matt was a little strange, didn't he just refuse his request last night.

Li Mo didn't beat around the bush, and said directly: "I agreed to your request, don't ask why." Let's get those troublemakers out and play Tintin. ”

Matt couldn't help but smile and told Li Mo about the recent situation in Hell's Kitchen and the results of his investigation.

Li Mo pursed his lips, "Your investigation results are too superficial, the mastermind behind the demolition is a big fat man who wants to dominate the underground world of New York, he can't remember what means to get some money through a company that I forgot what his name is, and he seems to be ready to kill a bunch of people..."

Matt: "............"

Li Mo: "Do you understand?" ”

Matt asked with a little headache, "What's that big fat man's name?" ”

Li Mo: "Jin Da Fat, no, it's called Jin Da Cake." ”

Matt couldn't help but scratch his head, "Would anyone have a name like that?" Still an underworld boss. ”

Li Mo smiled, "There are so many things you don't know, and I also know who that crazy killer is." ”

Matt's brow furrowed, "Who is it?" ”

Li Mo sighed, "A painful person..."

After explaining for a long time, Matt roughly understood what was going on, frowned and said, "No matter what his reason is, we can't let him continue to slaughter like this!" ”

Li Mo also agreed, "The matter of the golden cake can be slowed down first, and the Frank soldiers must be stopped first, and the consequences of fear will be more serious!" I'll tell you a story, I know a villain named the Joker who controls people's hearts through chaotic fear......"

Matt gasped after hearing this, "How can there be such a terrible madman, where is he?" We must kill him first! ”

Li Mo smiled slightly, "Relax and relax, it's just a fictional character, he should... Definitely not going to be here. ”

Matt asked, "Is there a clue to Frank's address?" ”

"I don't know, but I know his next target is a biker called Cerberus."

"Do you know what time it is?"

"I don't know."

"What then?"

"Squat!"

…………

New York Veterans Service Center.

As a farewell party came to an end, Curtis, a black medic who had been discharged from the army due to his disability, limped to the main character of the banquet, a young black man, with a paper cup.

I touched a glass first, and hugged me fiercely, "Sam, I didn't expect you to leave too, I'm really a little reluctant, but I still wish you a happy work and life over there in Washington!" ”

"You too, take care of yourself." Sam. Wilson said with a smile.

After the farewell party, Curtis drove back to his home in Brooklyn. Evening activities should be prepared in advance.

He organized a veterans' mutual aid association to help veterans with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) get out of the gloom and return to normal life.

In a spacious rented room, Curtis arranged a dozen chairs in a circle and prepared his drinks.

I clapped my hands and was about to take a break when I noticed a person coming in at the door. Suit and leather shoes, handsome and gentle smile, neat black back, is exactly Billy. Russell.

The two hugged for a while, and Curtis laughed and joked: "I haven't seen you here for a long time, and I heard that you got into some trouble last time I went to your company?" ”

Billy. Russell smiled: "It's just a bunch of nosy guys, they can't help me." ”

The two sat down and chatted, talking about all the things they had served in the army, and couldn't help but laugh with each other...

After a while, Billy. Russell suddenly stopped smiling and asked nonchalantly, "Have you heard about what happened in Hell's Kitchen recently?" ”

Curtis also stopped smiling, "Well, I know something, it's nothing more than some gang vendetta." ”

Billy. The corners of Russell's mouth twitched, "Maybe, do you have any news of Frank?" ”

Curtis shook his head: "There is no news. ”

Billy. Russell said with some worry: "Okay, if he comes to you, you must tell me!" ”

After the two spoke for a while, Billy. Russell left, leaving behind a check for $5,000.

Curtis didn't refuse, he just put it away, and his mutual aid association was able to be held thanks to the sponsorship of old friends.

After packing up his things, Curtis rubbed his sore legs, sat down in a chair, and asked faintly, "Why didn't you tell him?" ”

Frank. Kasol pushed open a small door and stepped out of the shadows, "He's doing well now, I don't want to bother him." ”

Curtis sighed, "Frank, you're trying to be too drastic. ”

Frank. A trace of pain flashed on Casor's resolute face, "I wake up in nightmares every day, and every day I dream of the day my wife and children were killed, and the blood debt must be paid with blood!" ”

"Sometimes we need to move forward, and you're ruining yourself."

"I'm already in hell..."