I'm really not a superman in Marvel

"Matt... what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Matt walking quickly with a gloomy face, Fudge asked worriedly.

"It's nothing...I've figured this out, let's get Karen out of the police station first."

Matt calmed down his emotions, and took Fudge to find someone.

……

"My client is not under any suspicion, why can't he leave?"

Matt had no expression on his face, and put pressure on the two policemen opposite him in a cold tone.

"Currently the case is still unclear, Karen needs to stay and cooperate with the investigation."

The white policeman looked businesslike and didn't show any sympathy for Matt.

"I'll let Karen keep in touch, and she will arrive as soon as the police station needs to cooperate."

Matt continued to fight.

"No, she has to stay here."

The white policeman told Matt with an unquestionable expression and tone.

"You have no reason to detain her!"

Matt grumbled.

"right!"

The white policeman was angry, pointed to the floor and said: "But this is the police station, I have the final say! You have no right to dictate here!"

"So you have to wait until the detention time is up to let Karen go?"

Matt continued to question without fear.

"This is my power!"

The white policeman stares, "Do you have an opinion?"

"I haven't. But I can't guarantee that my lovely client won't go on some talk show complaining about being detained without reason."

Matt threw his face up, threatening without emotion.

"Fack squid!"

The white policeman stood up, and the black policeman next to him pulled him.

He pointed at Matt and yelled, "Don't think you're blind and I won't smash your face with my fist! Be careful!"

After speaking, he walked away angrily.

"what does this mean?"

Fudge asked the remaining black policeman dissatisfied.

"Fudge, just keep your mouth shut!"

He also stood up a little unhappily, "He's not like this usually, I'll go and see what's going on."

The two remaining people looked at each other in dismay.

"It seems that your bribe is of no use."

Matt stabs Fudge.

Fudge immediately spread his hands and said helplessly: "Who knows what's wrong with that guy? I must complain to him!"

Matt turned his face to the direction the police were leaving, and remained silent.

Maybe, he has a little problem.

……

"Brown, what's the matter with you today?"

The black policeman walked up to the white policeman and asked suspiciously.

Brown was smoking a cigarette. When he saw the black policeman coming, he dodged his eyes and said with a depressed face, "Something happened at home, and I'm a little unhappy."

"Ok."

The black policeman also lit a cigarette and said casually, "Then let that Karen stay a little longer."

"It just so happens that I also feel that this case is a bit strange."

The black policeman looked at Brown.

"What do you think is the identity of the man in black?"

Brown frowned slightly, took a sharp puff of the cigarette in his hand, and then replied: "I don't know, maybe she just made it up."

"Fabricated? Then she murdered the man who had nothing to do with her, and then dressed him up as a killer?"

The black policeman pondered.

"I don't know, LeBron, maybe it is, but we don't have evidence and we can't do anything."

LeBron hugged his chest, leaned against the wall and hesitated for a moment, then approached Brown with a solemn expression.

"Have you heard a rumor?"

Brown glanced at LeBron unnaturally and shook his head.

"Some people say that there is a demon in Hell's Kitchen who wears black at night to fight evil and save good people."

LeBron said with a funny expression.

"Maybe it's just a rumor, that guy has never shown up..."

Brown somewhat disagrees with him.

"No, some people in our police station have received some cases about this guy..."

"Okay." Brown finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, threw away the cigarette butt, and planned to end the topic.

"Maybe he exists, but what's the use?"

"This is Hell's Kitchen. He can only be a demon who brings nightmares to others, but not an angel who saves others!"

Brown's tone was a little excited, and his voice came far away.

"Okay, Brown, don't get excited."

LeBron smiled and comforted Brown, a trace of doubt flashed across his expression.

Why did Brown have such a big reaction?

……

Ten hours later.

"Karen, are you okay?"

Matt questioned Karen, who was being carried by two police officers.

"not too good……"

Karen was tortured by the atmosphere of the police station, and her expression was weak, and she responded feebly.

"Okay, let's get out of here first."

Matt stepped forward, and Karen followed him outside the police station.

Halfway through, Matt turned his head.

"Justice will always come, not in the police station, the court, but somewhere else."

Hearing this thoughtless sentence, the two policemen showed displeasure.

Under Brown's unhappiness, there was a trace of fear.

A few minutes later, the three came outside.

"Karen, what's your next plan?"

Matt asked pointedly.

Karen came out of the police station, barely recovering.

She brushed her hair back, her beautiful eyes resting on Matt for a while.

"Find a place to sleep and talk about it when you wake up."

Fudge interjected: "Do you have a place to live?"

"I have, what's your phone number Matt?"

Matt gives his phone number for Karen to remember.

"Wait for me to contact you, I'll go first"

After Karen finished speaking, her figure disappeared into the night.

"Do you have any little secrets that I don't know about?"

Fudge questioned Matt suspiciously.

"NO, I have not."

Matt grins, as if to tell Fudge: Yes, I do.

When Fudge heard this, his face was hurt.

"I knew it, can't you keep a low profile? With you, I have no chance at all!"

He complained dissatisfied.

"Come on, Fudge, we can't have personal relationships with clients, it's our ethics!"

Matt retorted.

"Come on! Matt, you are the last person to say that!"

Fudge complained.

"I'll go back first, see you tomorrow."

Then he turned to leave, saw that Matt didn't move, and asked one more question: "Aren't you going back?"

Matt nodded and said, "I have something to do!"

"It's not going to Karen, is it?"

Fudge said suspiciously, "You're too impatient..."

"No, no, I guarantee it with my personality, it's something else."

Matt put away his joking face and said solemnly.

Fudge was silent for a while, then whispered, "Well, you always have other things."

He also looked at Matt quite seriously and said, "Matt, don't work too hard, protect yourself."

"I will."

Fudge left, and Matt watched him go away with some concern.

Did he finally discover something?