——!Shh

A black SUV made a beautiful arc and drifted through a corner, and the tires smoked and drew a black arc on the ground.

The car slammed forward and continued to speed down the empty street.

It was late at night, and at some point a dark cloud drifted over, blocking the bright moonlight over New York.

On the roof of the street on the side of the street where the SUV was driving, a dark red figure was speeding over the uneven buildings, and with great balance skills through the narrow aisles, his eyes fixed on the car.

Matt. Murdoch felt anxious, Wilson. Fisk that guy actually escaped from prison! Don't you bastards know how much damage this guy can do?

The New York police stupid guys don't know where they were dumped for a long time, and now they can only rely on themselves!

Thinking of this, Matt gritted his teeth and sped up.

Finally, when the car slowed down at a bend, Matt jumped on the billboard, then on the streetlight, and somersaulted to the roof of the car.

Noticing a loud roof thump, the driver began to twist the steering wheel from side to side in an attempt to knock Matt down. Another person in the car also took out an Ingram pull safety bolt and fired it at the roof.

Matt heard the sound of the bolt and immediately dodged sideways, rolling off the left side of the roof and smashing the window glass with his punch, knocking the driver unconscious.

With a clever roll lift, Matt stood up unscathed, while the out-of-control SUV crashed headlong into a roadside fire hydrant.

A powerful jet of water rose into the sky, and then fell like a downpour. A huge body in a white suit opened the car door and rolled out, wet with water, looking a little embarrassed. Got up and staggered to escape.

"Grab it, Fisk, you can't run!" Matt shouted and quickly chased after him.

Seeing that there was no escape, the figure drew a dagger and rushed towards Matt.

Matt already sensed that something was wrong, and after easily subduing him, he grabbed the man's collar, "Damn! You're a fake, where's Fisk? ”

The man who was very similar in height, size, and appearance to Fisk didn't speak, just looked at Matt mockingly, and cracked his mouth and smiled.

"You bastard, speak!" Anxiety and anger overwhelmed Matt's mind, and he kept asking questions and beating the man at the same time.

"You'll never find him, but he'll come for you, everywhere, everywhere, hahaha..."The fake Fisk laughed madly with blood all over his head.

Enraged, Matt knocked the man unconscious with a punch and gasped to his feet. After looking left and right, he slowly became a little dazed, and stood there with his fists clenched, letting the falling water droplets continue to fall on his body...

……

The upper floors of a certain building.

Fisk had changed into a well-fitting suit and sat in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling window with a napkin over his first filet mignon after being released from prison.

The knife and fork cut the still blood-streaked steak with great grace, and Fisk cut off a piece and put it in his mouth for a while before taking a sip of red wine from his glass.

James. Wesley stood respectfully with a polite smile and a stack of papers in his hand.

Fisk picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, looking thoughtfully at the little light outside the window, and a deep voice rang out, "The piranha kept in the fish tank will think that he is the most powerful, he will never know what kind of monsters will be in the ocean." James, we need to change our ways. ”

James nodded, "Boss, there has been a time when mysterious people have been trying to contact us, and I can't find any news about them. ”

Fisk shook his head, "Ignore them, there will always be all kinds of organizations in the world, and rash contact without gaining great power will only become their meal." Did the piece of land that the Hand needed be handed over to them? ”

"It's been taken care of." James replied with a nod.

"It's good to cut off contact with them. From now on, we will hide in the underground and pay attention to gathering information on all supernatural powers. Fisk looked into the distance, and the corners of his eyes jumped unnaturally, "My father is right only one sentence. ”

"When you have power, you have the right to choose."

…………

Two days later,

Queens, New York.

Bright sunlight shines through the glass windows in the spacious classrooms, and a serious atmosphere fills the air.

Li Mo rarely wore a well-fitting suit and stood on the podium with a pair of gold-wire flat glasses.

In a deep voice, he said: "The theory of yin and yang is one of the most important parts of Chinese culture, and we believe that there is a balance of opposites in everything. The pursuit of the balance of all things to achieve a state of yin and yang secrets, the Tao is naturally the unity of heaven and man! ”

After finishing speaking, Li Mo put his hands behind his back and looked at the audience with a deep gaze, "Do you all know?" ”

There was a group of Lori and Shota who were completely stunned sitting in the audience, and a black child with curly hair couldn't help but raise his hand and say loudly: "I know, I know, this is a Hogwarts magic class." Mr. Lee, do you know the Avada Curse? ”

Li Mo couldn't hold back his image so hard, a drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and he said a little dryly: "I'm sorry, I... I won't. ”

The young female teacher wearing glasses on the side couldn't help but shake her head, "Mr. Li, these children don't understand what you're talking about, you should talk about Chinese food and giant pandas." ”

"Okay, okay." Li Mo scratched his head in embarrassment, "Just talk about rolling, just talk about rolling..."

The power of pandas can cross borders and planes, and Li Mo's panda story quickly attracted the attention of the students, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Things have to start the day before yesterday, Li Mo, who was strolling on the street, suddenly received a call from Lori Leo. Their school was going to organize a cultural event, and Leo thought of this kind Chinese uncle, so he invited him to talk about Chinese culture to her classmates.

Li Mo, who had a good impression of this very sensible little Lori, gladly accepted it. But when he thought of the important task of promoting Chinese culture, Li Mo was full of pressure, and he prepared two days of classes at home.

The result is the current scene.

At the end of the class, the classmates were still unsatisfied, pestering Li Mo to ask questions. Li Mo was so confused by the strange questions that he hurriedly took out his gift to divert his attention.

A box of panda dolls.

The classroom was cheering, and Li Mo was also relieved to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

After class, at the buffet organized by the school, Leo's mother Sarah came over to express her gratitude, "Mr. Li, thank you very much for agreeing to Leo's request. Also, I'm sorry about what happened last time. ”

Li Mo took a sip of orange juice, shook his head and said, "It's okay, I can understand, every family has its own difficulties." ”

"By the way, can I ask you something?" Li Mo asked with some hesitation, "How did little Leo's father die?" If it's inconvenient when I didn't say. ”

Sarah took a sip of the drink in her hand, her eyes gradually moistened, "My husband's name is David. Lieberman is a staff member of the National Security Service. He did something brave but stupid. I can't say much more about the specifics. ”

Li Mo didn't ask again, he didn't need to say more, he was just a pitiful victim.

Some people are not afraid to sacrifice their lives for their ideals and beliefs, but Li Mo believes that some things are worth it, and some things are really not worth it.

Become a hero, leave behind the orphans and widows in front of you, and wonder what choice Sarah's husband would make if he had another chance?

Sometimes the living are more miserable than the dead.

……

late at night

Long

An upscale private villa.

On the floor in the middle of the living room, a tall, middle-aged man with silver hair was sitting on the floor leaning on the sofa and moaning in pain. His limbs had been shattered and twisted, and blood was pouring from the ground.

Frank. Cassel sat on the couch opposite him with a blood-stained hammer, his clothes and face splattered with blood.

"Why, you are my boss, I saved your life, why did you kill my family?" Frank. Kasol looked at the man in front of him, his eyes full of anger.

After being reminded by Li Mo that day, Frank launched a secret investigation. Despite the destruction of much of the evidence, Frank finds the man in front of him.

Thunder. Skunov, a U.S. Marine Corps colonel, was his boss on the battlefield in Iraq. After the war, under the pseudonym "Blacksmith", a large amount of drugs smuggled from the Middle East with the convenience of the army ruled the drug market in New York.

The Central Park incident, the culprit behind the murder of his own family.

"Why? Ha ha... Ha. "Thunder who knows that he will not escape death. Skunov was already a little crazy, "After going through that war, I didn't get anything, only a body of injuries. What's wrong with me getting some money to retire? You also came out of the army, have you forgotten what I taught you? It's not a friend, it's an enemy! ”

"I've quit, I just want to go home, and you've killed my family." Frank. "My daughter likes to read, and I've promised her to take her to the New York Library," said Casul to himself. My son loves baseball, he's really talented, and he also wore the Yankees hat I gave him that day. My wife baked delicious cookies that day..."

"When you rejected us, you should have thought of this outcome." Seeing Frank get up with a hammer and come over, Ray. Skunov struggled to death, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't you want to know who else is behind it?" ”

"I'll find out and kill them one by one, and now it's time for you to pay the price." Frank raised the hammer with his expressionless hands, smashing Ray's head into a rotten watermelon in one fell swoop.

Scenes with his family replayed in his mind from time to time, and Frank was dazed with a hammer and smashing Ray's corpse

one time

one time

Until the corpse is smashed into a pulp...

Frank dropped his hammer and sat down on the couch, his eyes filled with confusion and pain.

Even the most bloody revenge could not alleviate the pain in his heart in the slightest.

Suddenly, the phone in my pocket kept vibrating. Frank picked it up and looked at it, it was an unfamiliar phone number.

"Get out of there!"

An anxious man's voice rang out.