Director George, who returned home, seemed to have unloaded the fatigue of the day.

Looking at his wife's dinner, George smiled and said to his wife: "Oh, I smelled such a delicious aroma after work, it is really the best way to relieve the fatigue of the day's work." May I ask, what's good to eat tonight? ”

"Eat seafood chowder today." didn't wait for his wife to speak, his well-behaved and lovely daughter had already taken the lead in answering.

"That's good, can I request a drink?" George took off his police hat as he said this, approached his lovely daughter, sat down in the chair next to her, and said with a smile.

"Then you have to ask Mom, I can't take care of this matter." Gwen, who had blond hair, said to her father with a smile at the moment.

Before George could say anything, Helen's voice came from the kitchen.

"I can have a drink today, but there have been a lot of things lately." Helen nodded at George quite understandingly, and brought George a drink herself.

Looking at the wine he hadn't tasted for a long time, George decisively put his troublesome things to the back of his mind.

When you get home, you naturally want to enjoy the warmth of home.

But before George could actually take a sip of his glass, his phone rang.

It's just that no one in this family will be surprised by this kind of phone call, they are used to it, and there will be a phone call to find George at any time.

Looking at the two most important women in his life, George smiled a little embarrassedly, and then answered the phone.

Helen and Gwen didn't know what the other end of the phone was saying to George, but what they could see was that George had already frowned deeply when he answered the call.

Obviously, what Director George has to deal with is quite cumbersome, or rather tricky.

"I'm sorry." George smiled apologetically at his wife and daughter, and said he was going to have dinner with them today.

After kissing Gwen lightly on the forehead, the father put back on his police hat that he had taken off.

"You probably won't be back today, you guys should rest early." With that, the police chief pushed the door back and went out.

And from entering the door to re-exiting, it is only a few minutes.

"Looks like we're the only ones enjoying the seafood chowder today." Although Helen pretended to say this lightly, the deep concern for George in her tone could not be faked.

For them, every time George walked out of the house, they didn't know if they would see George come back alive next time.

Looking at the closed door, Gwen's eyes gradually became firm.

As soon as he went out, George had already got into his own police car and galloped towards the police station.

Just after a branch chief called him, the masked vigilantes reappeared.

And this time it was a big deal, and the detention room of their sub-bureau could no longer hold so many people.

For those masked vigilantes, George now hates them more and more, they regard themselves as the only justice left in this world, and feel that the police are a bunch of wine bags and rice bags.

Not to mention that often the means they do are just another crime.

If I had to give them a definition, then George's definition would definitely not be the so-called masked vigilantes, but masked bandits.

When I arrived at the police station, there were already police officers waiting for the arrival of the New York City police chief.

I also prepared the information of those who were arrested in advance.

Looking at those materials, even a good-natured person like George couldn't help but be annoyed: "Don't they watch the news?" Don't you read the newspaper either? ”

"Maybe those guys are illiterate." The police officer next to him thought that this joking sentence would ease the current atmosphere.

But in exchange for only a roll of the eyes of Director George.

"Tomorrow, I need to see the news media, and I'm going to tell those guys on TV that what they're doing is not doing right." George hurried towards the prison cell in the police station, "If you don't know how to read, let them listen." ”

Of course, the thing that George could not have known was that some of the masked vigilantes in his eyes really didn't know his attitude.

After all, no matter how powerful George is, it is difficult for him to know the true identity of those masked vigilantes, let alone their physical condition, and the pair of masked vigilantes who frequently appear on the streets and alleys now are a pair of blind men who have lost their light.

Matt Murdoch and his teacher, Stick, have recently been searching all over New York for the Hands Pair.

Although Matt Murdoch has been speaking to his teacher, he explained that the current situation in New York is not something that is done by hands and wills, but by those aliens.

But the stick is a bite to say, the crime rate in New York is still high, and the most fundamental reason is the reason for the hand, as for the alien battlefield, the stick said that it is also likely to be caused by a certain ritual constructed by the hand.

The Hand has been passed down to this day, and there are many cities that have been destroyed by natural and man-made disasters like this.

The so-called alien arrival sounds to the stick to be nothing more than human beings coming into contact with something completely unfamiliar to them.

Then they took it for granted that it was the work of aliens, but they didn't know that it was just the work of those demons and monsters hidden around them.

The Hand is naturally the so-called demon in the eyes of the stickman.

And what he had to do now was to find out all of these people throughout New York City.

It's not the first time that he's been fighting the Hand for so long, and it's not the first time he's known about the Hand Clan's head-scratching hidden methods.

No matter how the Hand was hidden, the stick was still able to detect some traces.

But now, even though he had begun his supposed carpet search of the whole of New York City, he still found no trace of the Hand Clan.

It's as if those guys didn't show up above New York.

As for the thing he had heard before, he had already completely forgotten about it.

"They can really hide it this time." The stick walked slowly through the alleys, not paying any attention to the thick malicious gaze that came from the streets and alleys.

Although those people may know that the old fellow does not have much money on him, it is easier to rob a blind man of his money than to rob someone who is tall and does not know whether he has a gun or not.

"Hey, old fellow. I don't mind a few brothers, borrow some money to spend it. One of the thugs pulled out his pistol and approached the stick.

The cold muzzle of the gun was now on the old man's forehead.

The stick didn't react at all, and stood in place as if he was frightened stupid.

The thug who took out his pistol at this moment instructed his little brother to take the money from the stick.

It's just that he didn't wait for his little brother's response, but waited for a fairly powerful fist to completely stun him.

"Did you find any clues?" He didn't care about the so-called thugs at all, he just calmly asked the people who had just appeared here.

"Not at all, it's like those guys have evaporated from the world. Even the underworld boss I've been tracking down seems to have evaporated directly in the air and disappeared without a trace. A rather rudimentary black tights, plus a black blindfold, already constituted this so-called masked vigilante.

Matt Murdoch walked up to his teacher, untied the bastard's belt, and tied him up.

"The only thing that is known at the moment is that they seem to have met with a sizable figure before they disappeared." Set up the little thug, Matt was already planning to take the guys to the nearest police station.

"What kind of arms company guy is it?" He said this without thinking.

"Hmm!" Matt was quite hard to answer his teacher's words, after all, he was now going to carry this bastard on his shoulders and take him to the door of the police station.

He didn't say anything more, just turned and left the alley, walking slowly into the darkness not far away.

Knowing these things is enough, there are only a few arms companies in the whole of New York, and the arms companies that will be targeted by the Hand are even rarer.

The next step is just to check one by one.

As for how to investigate, although the Holy Society is not as powerful as the Hand Society, it was at least able to fight against each other.

Moreover, America is not without the grace of holiness.

The night faded by, the dawn returned, and all the sins were once again hidden in the night of New York City.