As Schiller made his way back to his apartment, he could clearly feel that someone was following him, and the improved eyesight from the spider sensing allowed him to see that someone seemed to be watching him across the apartment building.

The apartment building opposite is an all-glass structure, and there is a small pane in it that reflects the light differently from other places, so Schilling is keenly aware of it.

He chose to go to Hell's Kitchen to open a clinic, not out of necessity. After a few days of observation, he has basically figured out the routine of the residents in the apartment building.

Most of the people who live here are some office workers and elite gold collars. Most of them are single, their work hours are very regular, and their circle of friends is also very fixed.

Living in such a crowd, it is too easy for agents to find flaws.

Hell's Kitchen, on the other hand, is the largest slum gang gathering in Manhattan, New York, and even the United States, but it is a place with a high population density, a large flow of people, a large number of strangers, and a nested group of gangsters, which is really the most suitable place for outsiders like Schiller who want to fish in troubled waters.

Life in a premium apartment, while comfortable, doesn't necessarily compare to the freedom of Hell's Kitchen. Schiller believed that if he lived in that apartment for a few more days, there would be at least four or five families in his neighborhood who would become S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and there would be all sorts of people who couldn't tell where they came from, trying to get some kind of information from him, maybe it was his own, it could be Stark's, and that's the way S.H.I.E.L.D. does things, and they don't care if you need privacy or not.

Hell's Kitchen is a little different from Gotham. Although Hell's Kitchen is also home to countless gangsters of all sizes, it is less dangerous than Gotham.

There are more poor people, gamblers and addicts, no scarecrows and clowns, and no villains called the number one.

The vast majority of the people there are still ordinary people, and despite the rampant use of guns and drugs, the victims are more ordinary people than special people with special abilities.

Schiller intends to use it as his first stronghold at Marvel.

Stark was very efficient, and it didn't take long for him to find a way to get some councillors to allocate a hospital spot and put him in Hell's Kitchen.

Some lawmakers took the opportunity to tout their kindness. They claim that New York doesn't give up on anyone, but they never expected this hospital to actually open, you know, it's Hell's Kitchen. Even the devil went to a place where he was to be cooked.

Where to open a hospital? No kidding, unless the hospital can be built like a concentration camp, with tanks and artillery piled up at the door, and the doctors and nurses inside all carrying machine guns, maybe there is some hope, otherwise all the medicine there will be snatched up overnight.

But no matter how disbelieving the councillors were, and how numb the people of Hell's Kitchen were, a small psychiatric clinic was set up in Hell's Kitchen.

As Manhattan's most recognizable and largest slum, the eight neighborhoods here are just a synonym.

In fact, it is far more extensive than eight blocks, with dozens of streets large and small, and about 100 gangs crisscrossing here.

Some people say that the boss of Hell's Kitchen is Kim, but in fact this is not the case, in fact, Kim's business is far beyond Hell's Kitchen. Throughout the East and even the East Coast of the United States, there is his criminal industry chain.

His business spread all over the United States. Hell's Kitchen may have involved some of his drug industry and smuggling business, but he doesn't actually live here and doesn't keep an eye on it all the time.

Daredevil, who was born in Hell's Kitchen, is his nemesis, but they have hardly ever set the battlefield in Hell's Kitchen, and the little spider who has fought with Kim several times is just an ignorant high school student at this time.

Kim He's ambition is far more than unifying Hell's Kitchen, and he doesn't care about the chaos in Hell's Kitchen. Because there are all kinds of fires, robberies, kidnappings, brawls and missing cases every day, and there are some disturbances here, which is nothing at all.

Therefore, when King in San Francisco heard that some of his men in Manhattan's Hell's Kitchen were crazy, he only thought that they were taking too many drugs and did not take it to heart.

In Hell's Kitchen, however, a terrible story spreads that they heard that there was a terrible doctor living in the mental clinic at the end of Mary Street, Ninth Alley, and that all the gang members who came to collect protection money or extort money from him did not take long to run out in terror and then go crazy.

At the beginning of this incident, several gangster bosses with names and surnames did not believe in evil and once led their subordinates in. But it didn't take long for them to run into some monster. Crazy began to fight with the air, struggling, screaming, running away, crying, as if possessed by some ghost.

This incident caused quite a stir, and almost the whole of Mary Street heard about it, and the rumors spread quickly.

Spread ten, spread ten, and everyone heard that Ninth Tail Alley must not be visited, and there was a terrible curse there that would make you see the most feared things in your heart, and eventually you would be scared out of your mind.

Later, Schiller, who lived there, began to go out and about, and everyone heard that he was the owner of the clinic who lived in Ninth Alley, and people realized that it was not actually a ghost, but a strange psychiatrist.

According to Schiller's explanation, the gang bosses had done too much bad things, and he just gave them some friendly psychological counseling.

As for why they are crazy about gains and losses? Maybe it's because evil has evil retribution.

Hell would believe him as a hell of a thing, but it is the consensus of those who live here that only the wicked will be rewarded.

Wouldn't there be a person born in Hell's Kitchen who feels weak-hearted, where it's normal to commit crimes, where criminals are the majority of people, who are weak-hearted? What conscience do you expect from a person who has been selling guns and drugs, fighting, threatening extortion and gambling since he was a teenager? How can such a person have a weak heart? Will you go crazy with a weak heart?

Everyone who heard about it thought that Schiller was a dark magician, and that he could curse those people.

Schiller, on the other hand, is not going to explain. The Dread Gas from DC is really useful, and although it's only the initial version, it still works well against some ordinary people who don't have abilities.

From the moment he found out that he could shuttle between the two worlds by holding things in his hands and carrying things outside of his body, he had the idea of killing the master.

Although the power systems of Marvel and DC are different, there are really many things that can be sold to each other, and of course, there are many things that can be exchanged with each other to deal with enemies on both sides.

For example, if Schiller used fear gas in Gotham, once the news spreads, Jonathan will definitely think that it is his own fear gas when he sees the symptoms of those patients.

But at Marvel, how could Jonathan possibly know about Marvel's situation? Naturally, Schiller would not have to pay any royalties.

Since the spread of this terrible rumor, there have hardly been any gangsters who have come to Schiller's trouble.

Of course, the consequence of mingling with this group of criminals is that a superhero comes to the door.

On a slightly chilly night in Manhattan, Schiller had just made a hot cup of coffee, and he closed and locked the door of the clinic, ready to finish the day's work and get a good night's sleep, and continue to harass Stark tomorrow.

Just as he put the coffee cup on the table, he heard a crisp sound at the door, and then he turned back, and in the dim light, he saw a tall man in a red leotard standing outside the door.

Schiller turned around and picked up his coffee cup and said, "You seem to be a little late, Mr. Daredevil."

"Do you know me, doctor?" Daredevil said.

"Of course I know you, Daredevil. You're making a name for yourself in Hell's Kitchen. Schiller said.

"But you seem to have only been here for a short time." Daredevil said.

"But I'm more familiar with your other identity, Attorney Matt."

Daredevil was visibly shocked, he didn't know how Schiller had managed to tell his true identity.

And Schiller didn't wait for him to ask, but said: "You have achieved impressive results at Columbia University, and your career path after graduation has gone well, not only has you become a good lawyer, but you also seem to have opened your own law firm." Matt, can you tell me why you want to be Daredevil? Isn't the pride of justice brought to you by a lawyer enough? ”

"Lawyer, support justice,......" Daredevil snorted coldly, he said: "Maybe you think so, yes, most people think so, think that lawyers should speak up and defend the disadvantaged, but in fact ......"

"Actually? Do you think lawyers shouldn't do that? ”

"Of course it should, I mean ......"

"You don't think you can do it as a lawyer? So, you want to do it the other way, but what you can't do as a lawyer, can you do it with a ridiculously tight suit and a face covering? ”

Daredevil said angrily, "My decision has nothing to do with you!"

"You know what? Your tone just now sounded like a rebellious little boy. Schiller said.

Only then did Daredevil realize that from the moment he entered the door, he had fallen into Schiller's language trap, and the rhythm of the conversation had been led by his nose, which not only revealed his true identity, but also touched the sensitive point of his heart. He took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "I have to admit that you are a good psychiatrist and are very good at using little tricks in conversation. But I still have to ask, who are you? What is the purpose of coming to Hell's Kitchen? Why are those people crazy? ”

"You have so many questions that I can only answer one tonight. Obviously, I've been working all day and I'm tired. You can't disturb my rest, after all, I'm not a gangster member and I'm not breaking the law. Schiller said.

"But you've driven those gangsters crazy."

"You have no proof."

"The police need evidence."

"Do you think you're nobler than a policeman?"

"Don't go around in circles with me anymore." Daredevil said.

"If you listen carefully to me, you will know where I come from and how I know who you are."

Daredevil has a lot of headaches, he has a great dislike of dealing with these cunning opponents, which makes him have to stay highly focused at all times. And because of the shock in his heart just now, he no longer remembered the conversation he had with Schiller when he first arrived, and his mind went blank when he was asked to think about it at this moment.

But if he couldn't, it would seem like he was stupid, so he kept silent.

"Looks like you've forgotten our conversation a minute ago. I just don't know. To be a superhero, you can even do without a good memory. Schiller scoffed.

Daredevil was secretly annoyed, and he vowed to remember everything Schiller said in the future.

"Two years ago, I was teaching at Columbia University. I've seen lists of outstanding graduates with your name on them, Matt. And when you were filling out where you wanted to graduate, you said you were going to open a law firm, and you were in Kansas, and even though I was a professor of psychology, I knew your former teacher, and he talked to me about it, and you did achieve your dream. ”

"Don't change the subject, what I want to know is, how do you know that Daredevil is Matt?"

"You may not remember when you first started down this road, you were wearing the black and yellow outfit that your father wore when he competed. When I came to Hell's Kitchen, I went to see an underground boxing match, and coincidentally, the owner never seemed to change the style of the boxer's outfit in order to save money. ”

"I knew that Daredevil might have been born here, and he must have something to do with the underground black market boxers. After investigation, the gangsters you killed were all related to your father's death. And if you find out your father's identity, it will not be difficult to know you. ”

"Why are you investigating me? Is it a thief's heart? Matt asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that if you want to rent a house, you have to know who the landlord here is and what he does, and it's best to deal with him."

"I'm not the landlord here." Daredevil snorted.

"Oh, is it? Then it seems that I have found the wrong person, I should go to Jin He. But I seem to have made a feud with him, and I vaguely remember that one of the few gang members who came to visit me mentioned that his boss was Kim Ji. ”

"Jin Ji? Do you have news of the gold merger? ”

"Sort of. As soon as I was paying you the rent, I heard from one of his men that their boss was getting impatient with a kid named Daredevil, and that he was going to find someone to kill you fly, so you better be careful lately. ”

Eventually, Daredevil hurried back to his station.

It wasn't until he went back that he realized that none of his goals for the evening had been accomplished.

He didn't find out who Schiller was, he didn't warn him to settle down, and he didn't find out if he had anything to do with the gangsters.

I don't know how he drove those people crazy.

Matt patted his head, he suddenly felt that Schiller's analogy was right, he was like renting the house to an unknown tenant, and the tenant paid the rent first, which made him have no way to take compulsory measures to get him to move out in a short period of time, but to let him swagger in Hell's Kitchen.