Lawyer Matthew Murdoch had just changed his clothes, with an axe and a mace pinned to his waist, and was about to go out to clean up the sins around him.

When he returned, everyone along the way had been dealt with by S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel, so he didn't cause any disturbances covered in blood.

In the previous battle, he fought bare-chested, and now he is a little unaccustomed to the feeling of restraint when he puts on his combat uniform.

After all, the feeling of fighting freely and fighting in combat uniforms is not the same thing at all.

The feeling of flesh sprinkled on the body was enough of pleasure.

If nothing else, those ninjas in the Hand Gang certainly don't know his true face.

The Ninjas of the Hand were nothing in Matthew's eyes at this time, and since they gained the power to hurt their souls, those broken Ninjas of the Hand had no chance to resurrect.

And the enemy who appeared next to him didn't even have a chance to escape, and the guy who chose to hide was also captured by him and cleaned up.

As long as it is still in the realm of human beings, there is no such thing as a guy who can hide from Matthew's ears.

Because ninjas killed in battle will not be resurrected, the frequency of the Hand Gang sending people is getting lower and lower.

Matthew, who has gradually found the feeling of fighting, is confident that the next time they meet, he will directly send the bastards of the Hand Guild to die completely.

Matthew pulled out a trench coat large enough from his closet to cover his muscular figure and the two weapons hanging from his waist.

This trench coat is a few years old, and it is just the size of his body to seal his figure, and there is no sign of his sturdiness from the outside.

There was still some time before it was completely dark, and he could still have dinner.

The thugs who had been repaired by him before only knew that they had been beaten by Daredevil.

Those guys would continue to commit crimes if they had the chance, which had been a bit of a source of distress for Matthew.

However, a messenger of justice who can kill may be able to pose a greater threat to evil than a vigilante who does not kill.

So Matthew plans to officially debut as a vigilante in his own capacity.

After all, his identity must have been placed on the desk of S.H.I.E.L.D. after the previous fight, and perhaps he had already placed it there when he was still Daredevil.

Matthew took his quick dinner out of the microwave, only to be interrupted just as he was unpacking it to eat.

As a speeding RV drove past his house, Matthew felt an aura that belonged to a demon.

He couldn't see that the RV looked like a garbage truck, but he could clearly perceive the movement and smell inside.

Although the smell of sulfur was strong, there was not much of the stench of sin that emanated from sin.

The faint Matthew also felt a human breath attached to the demonic aura, which made him a little concerned.

Matthew put down the dinner in his hand and hurried after him.

Demons can't be left alone at any time.

The demonic being on the cart was the Hellboy.

The way Hellboy fights is simply rudimentary, but it's actually quite useful, and his strong physical fitness makes him act like a god of war in battles with monsters.

It's not that he doesn't want to learn martial arts, but the fighting techniques that have been handed down by humans are ultimately a technique that was created to fight with humans themselves.

Except for the simple strike technique, the other flowers are not very useful when facing those monsters.

No one would choose to use jiu-jitsu to immobilize an octopus's joints.

When facing all kinds of monsters, even a sliding shovel is better than a non-applicable fighting technique.

He hadn't encountered anything in his previous combat career that he couldn't handle, so he didn't have any pursuit of combat skills.

For Hellboy, a miracle might be a good choice.

Hellboy with a cigar in his hand fills his pocket with a chocolate bar, and sweets always bring him happiness.

Especially after he was sprinkled with demonic blood, sweets can make him feel better.

The Hellboy is not a pure demon, but a descendant of King Arthur and a child of demons.

Half human, half demonic Hellboy is not like a mere demonic minor, perpetually shrouded in negativity.

He has the right to choose.

Having been awarded the title of Honorary Human, he chose to stand on the side of humanity.

"Man, can you drive a little faster? I feel like that guy is moving a lot faster than your car. ”

Hellboy said to the driver, still holding a chocolate bar in his pocket.

Maybe it would be much faster for him to jump directly on the ground than in a car, but there were still pedestrians on the street, and he couldn't actively expose himself to human sight according to his agreement.

"You know, I can't drive a garbage truck-shaped RV at 300 mph, that's probably even more shocking than jumping over."

The driver complained casually, but still stepped on the accelerator heavily.

Fingers are also placed on the red button at the top of the gear lever.

"Don't talk about it, press it down! Isn't it just speeding? Are you still afraid of being ticketed at this time? ”

Hellboy walked to the back of the cab, stretched out his large hand and pressed the button, and then the speeding car knocked him straight to the ground.

"I'll press it myself, why don't you sit behind and fasten your seatbelt?"

In the speeding car, Hellboy was constantly rolling up and down on the floor.

Every time the two horns on his forehead were sawn off against the metal cabin, he could see bursts of sparks.

"I'll ...... next time"

"Bang!"

“…… Will remember! ”

"Bang!"

Several dents appeared on the floor of the cabin.

Lawyer Matthew Murdoch, who was chasing after them, looked at the vehicle that had suddenly accelerated and was a little weak.

He wouldn't be much slower to erupt, but he couldn't do that.

The amount of physical strength required was so great that Matthew, who couldn't use the full charge, could only watch the car drift away.

Running at full speed is not a smart thing to do.

"I'm going to ask Bulkeso to build me a bike next time!"

Matthew scolded and ran.

Perhaps the bicycle, a completely environmentally friendly and zero-emission means of transportation, is the most suitable for barbarians.

As long as it is strong enough not to be trampled by the power of the savages, and the user is able to have a strong enough physique, the bike will be able to burst into incredible speed.

It's just that now Matthew is chasing after him and it feels very bad.

Hell Baron can't jump directly from the ground and catch up because he is afraid of exposing his existence and causing panic, so can he, Matthew Murdoch, run a legend of more than 80 meters per second with his feet in front of a bunch of people?