Hell's Kitchen is a small area, it is a neighborhood on the west shore of Manhattan Island, with a rectangular area spanning many streets.

It's just that it can affect a relatively large area, and the marginal areas that connect with Hell's Kitchen are also infected by the chaos here, and after so many years of deep-rooted entrenchment, the scope of Hell's Kitchen has long extended outward more than a little.

The shop is located on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, and it takes more than 10 minutes to drive from the location of the Purple Man to the store of Hell's Kitchen.

Sitting quietly in the back seat of the car, Jebdia leaned back in the chair, looking through the closed glass and looking out the window.

She didn't say a word, and without her orders, the other people in the car naturally wouldn't speak, and the whole car took on a dead silence.

In a place like Hell's Kitchen, it's impossible to see something as delightful as the endless wilderness road.

Everywhere is sin.

Beatings, looting, whispering and trading things in private are everywhere on the streets, and that's what Hell's Kitchen really looks like.

They don't react to the occasional fleeting car, still doing their job, and as long as the police car doesn't arrive, they never break up.

Jebdia watched quietly, taking in everything.

Sin here, chaos here.

In fact, Tebdia has nothing to yearn for or reject sin, she is neither a righteous Captain America nor a nasty being like Hydra who seems to be born to spread fear.

Everything she does is actually very simple, that is, to be herself, she can do whatever she wants.

Jebdia's abilities are also enough for her to do this.

When she was a child, she could only passively accept the experiments brought by her parents again and again, and now, she is in control of her own destiny. And even more than that, she has to control the fate of other people.

The fate of all.

"Squeak--"

The car came to a slight halt and came to an abrupt halt, and the stopping motion was so steady that even Tebdia didn't feel much trembling.

But because there was no order from her, the driver couldn't even say it when he arrived.

"We're here?" Jebdia asked.

"Yes, ma'am." In this way, the driver can answer.

Pulling open the door, Jebdia strode out, and the two bodyguards she had brought out immediately followed her, one left and one right, although Jebdia didn't think that the two guys would be of any use if the person she was trying to meet was really that dangerous.

But against some of the little ones in Hell's Kitchen, it's necessary.

Jebdia strode to the gate, but uncharacteristically did not kick the door open, but knocked lightly on the door and shouted, "Is there anyone?" Then he pushed the door open and walked in.

Of course, she still didn't wait for a response from the people inside.

As soon as she entered the store, she saw Yi Huan and Lucy sitting behind the counter, and the other was busy by the window.

"Tell me what happened yesterday."

Without the slightest hesitation, Jebdia who saw the two of them spoke directly.

The reason is simple, if the two people present are ordinary people, then she will be able to control them, and they will also tell her what happened yesterday, and if not.

Neither of them in the store responded, and Jebdia noticed that the man was looking up at herself, as if he were looking at a fancy dress.

So.. The Lord has been found.

"We can work together."

Jebdia is coloring.

I don't know if I was moved by Jebdia's proposal, or shocked by her strange brain circuit, Yi Huan finally raised his head from behind the counter and pressed the book in his hand to the table, with an inaudible expression.

"What?" He asked.

Jebdia's eyes quickly glanced at the inverted title of the book, the third virtual planning area petri dish maintenance manual.

The name was full of meanings and made Tebdia frown, but she soon realized that it was not a good time to pick up the other person's background.

Because the positions of the two are not equal, even if she is curious in her heart, she must restrain her curiosity.

"Look, I can use language to control others, you can erase other people's memories, or replace memories, I don't know exactly what it is, but... The two of us can work together perfectly. ”

She tried to use the real power of words to convince Yi Huan, rather than relying on her abilities, but it seemed that the detached Jebdia did not work well.

"I control other people, and then you modify their memories, so that we don't appear in anyone's memories at all, and the whole world will be ours."

Jebdia waved her hands and talked eloquently, like a confident orator, she stared at Yi Huan with sincere eyes, if he didn't know what kind of person this guy was, maybe he would have believed it.

So Yi Huan didn't speak for a long time.

When she is not face-to-face with Jessica Jones, Jebdia still won't be stupid easily, although her plan has many flaws, but it is not unreliable to the point of being useless.

But..

"If I'm not mistaken." Yi Huan said slowly, "You don't control those rich people now, when did you start to care about these problems." ”

"When they're useless. Kill it. ”

"No, no, no."

Seeing that Yi Huan did not show more aggression, but looked like he could communicate, he was a little uneasy, and he calmed down, after all, she was no different from ordinary people who couldn't control other people, the same fragility, and she was slaughtered by others.

Now, Tebdia seems to have regained the confidence she had when she could manipulate other people's lives, and her language is becoming more and more fluent.

"That's different."

Her gaze is still sincere, but it always gives the strange feeling, "I can't control everyone, and not everyone can let me kill at will." ”

"Sometimes that makes things even more troublesome."

That's right.

Even if you don't count those superheroes, in the world of ordinary people, some things can't be controlled by just one person.

Although Jebdia said it well, Yi Huan still shook his head.

"Okay." Yi Huan raised his head, and in Jebdia's puzzled gaze, a smile suddenly appeared, "You said that you are all right, very good, but... You're ignoring one thing. ”

"What?"

"Even if I want the whole world without you, it's still a very simple thing."

。。。

"Drip-"

"Drip--"

Blood trickled down Marcia's jaw and dripped to the ground with a crisp sound.

The sound that can't be caught in the ears of ordinary people at all, but in her world, it is as clear as Hong Zhong Dalu.

She could feel her blood dripping to the ground, splashing in all directions, then slowly still, eventually flowing slowly among the rugged particles of dirt.

But she knew better that she was not seriously injured.

It's just that there are many wounds, blood is dripping, and it looks more miserable.

Holding on to the wall and gasping for breath for a while, Marcia stood up and pulled the hood down again, up to the top of the bridge of her nose, covering both eyes completely.

Then slowly, but surely, she lifted her feet and walked out step by step.

This guy in a black night coat with a hood covering not only his head and most of his face, but even his eyes is none other than Marcia Murdoch, the famous lawyer Ma, the conscience of Hell's Kitchen.

She and two like-minded friends run a law firm that caters to the poor in Hell's Kitchen who can't afford to pay, or other innocent people, if they are really innocent.

As for the charges. Can't even break ten for money, homemade tortillas, baking cookies, or even just a thank you.

They are not yet well-known in Hell's Kitchen, but they have helped many innocent people get out of prison.

But no one knows that during the day, Marcia Murdoch is a professional lawyer who is sharp and aggressive, and the plaintiff hates him, and at night, she changes her identity, but still silently guards Hell's Kitchen in her own way.

That's the unsung hero of Hell's Kitchen, the devil in the eyes of the gangsters.

The Devil of Hell's Kitchen, the future.

Daredevil.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

Blood is dripping, but Marcia is not moved at all, although she is blind, but her heart is more determined and strong than most people, even with God's righteous Captain America.

Of course.. In fact, these injuries were not serious at all, they were all skin wounds, and most of the blood on her body was also her enemy's, otherwise she would have treated the wounds a long time ago.

Even if she lost too much blood, it was enough for her to drink a pot.

Daredevil Marcia Murdoch is also unusual, but it is only manifested in her hearing, which is like a scan with infrared light, which can form images of the surrounding situation and then feed it back into her brain.

On top of that, she's just a trained ordinary, just as fragile and vulnerable to firearms and multiple enemies.

Of course, her blind nature makes her unable to see anything, so there is no fear, which makes her like Spider-Man and does not like to take the ordinary road.

And the darkness is no different from the day, but it is much different from the others, which is why she often appears at night with a demon called Hell's Kitchen.

Well.. She still has to work hard during the day.

These superheroes are actually not easy, especially those who are active in the evening hours, after getting off work at eight or nine o'clock every night, they have to work until one or two o'clock in the morning, or even two or three o'clock, and they have to get up after sleeping for less than three or four hours, and occasionally experience a vicious battle.

If you don't have body-related reinforcement, I'm afraid you can't really bear it.

Daredevil Marcia Murdoch is a prime example of this, and she is able to sustain it all by sheer whims and amazing willpower.

But recently... Hell's Kitchen is also too messy.

Not only are there too many shrimp and fish fishing in troubled waters, but even Marcia has tracked down clues to the existence of the Hand Clan, and it seems that they are going to Hell's Kitchen too, no. Not seemingly, but definitely.

What kind of conspiracy is brewing for them, but they haven't found a clue yet.

Marcia wiped the blood from her fist and prepared to go back for a good night's sleep.

She had just eliminated a nest of thugs who were connected to the Hand Club, but unfortunately she didn't ask anything, they obviously didn't know anything, they didn't even know who they were working for, and they hadn't even heard the word Hand Match.

But it's no surprise that the Hand Club's whereabouts have always been hidden, and after tracking it for so long, she hasn't found any useful clues.

However, thanks to the Hand Clan, many of the big gangs have converged, and they seem to have made some kind of agreement, which makes Marcia even more uneasy, but her workload is indeed much less.

These unscrupulous thugs are nothing to fear, they are all her punching bags, and throwing them near the patrolling police is just right to show the anger she received during the day.

"Huh?"

With an indifferent face, but an indignant heart, Marcia suddenly paused, and then stopped completely.

She ears slightly, as if listening carefully to something.

Passing through several buildings, through countless doors, windows, and glass, she heard the sound of a car, but the problem was not here.

Hell's Kitchen is chaotic, but it's also modern, and as a country on wheels, there's no shortage of cars anywhere in New York.

What really caught Marcia's attention was the heartbeats of the four people in the car, one was normal, and the other three. Marcia had heard her countless experiences tell her that they were in a state of extreme fear.

Extreme, extreme fear.

What happened to them would scare them like this, and even their hearts would beat as if they were about to burst out of their hearts.

Marcia was silent for a moment, and then dismissed the idea of going back to sleep well today, this kind of panic is not something that can be produced under normal circumstances, and she has to go and see it anyway.

Maybe.. Someone needs her help.

Marcia spun around and jumped to a spiral staircase in two steps, and she climbed up the rusty staircase, a few times through the hallway of the building to the other side of the block.

Like a stupid goldfish, Marcia knows all about Hell's Kitchen's terrain and could have cut corners to intercept the car.

But Marcia wasn't going to do that, because... She also wanted to know where the car would end up.

Quietly following behind the car, Marcia kept jumping on the roof, or on both sides of the external staircase, the distance between her and the car narrowed and shortened, and finally... Together, they stopped at the edge of Hell's Kitchen.

Next to a newly opened shop.

Silver tongue grocery store.