A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Night falls, as if thick ink is painted on the sky.

Matt and Erica used the cover of darkness to arrive at the large construction site at 44th Street and 11th Avenue.

Several loaded trucks drove out of the construction site. Several men in black with guns watched the trucks leave and then retreated into the construction site.

"Dirt," Matt said, "That's where the dirt was dug."

"Wilson Fisk, no, he should be called Kingpin now.

Kingpin bought the building for the Yakuza, but he probably didn't even know why they bought it. Erica teased, "If you don't kill people, your city won't be so easy to protect." "

Matt was silent and didn't know how to answer.

He originally used legal means to send Wilson Fisk in, but he was released again within a few days, and he also integrated most of the gangs for his use, which greatly increased his strength.

"It's actually very simple. As long as you kill him, many problems will be solved."

"It's not that easy." Matt said with a wry smile, "Fisk has used his interests to weave a complicated web, and many forces are his protective umbrella."

"Then you plan to continue playing games with him?

You should know that simply sabotaging his business won't do much good, and you'll remain passive. "

"Erica" ​​Matt frowned slightly, "You seem to particularly want me to kill someone!"

"I'm just pointing out a shortcut for you."

"Shortcut?" Matt shook his head speechlessly, "Fisk is not that easy to kill. He has recruited many masters, and it is difficult for me to even get close to him.

Moreover, even if you want to kill him, you have to find a suitable time, otherwise the gangs in this city will become even more rampant than they are now. "

"You just think too much and live such a heavy life."

"I won't kill anyone."

call!

Erica let out a tired breath, then pointed to the construction site, "What are you going to do now?"

Matt didn't answer but walked straight to the construction site and picked up a steel pipe.

When the gunman on guard saw him approaching, he subconsciously opened fire, skipping the questioning process.

The main reason is that Matt's uniform is so recognizable. As we all know, Daredevil only comes out at night to do heroic things, and the base where he comes to the conference is not just for sightseeing.

boom!

Before he could pull the trigger, the steel pipe was drawn into his hand.

Blood blooms and guns are released.

Matt slapped him on the head twice more, knocking him unconscious.

However, although no shots were fired, the sound of fighting also attracted the attention of others, and two other security guards immediately came out with machine guns.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

Tongues of flame spurted out, and the metal bullet casings fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Matt used the complex terrain of the construction site to dodge bullets, then kicked one person over with a flying kick, and then grabbed the other person and punched him in the face several times to knock him unconscious.

"Don't you want to help?" Matt turned his head and looked at Erica who was coming.

Erica wrapped herself in a scarf, "It's because you don't want me to help!"

Matt was noncommittal, and if Erica helped, the lives of these three people might be at stake.

Erica picked up the flashlight on someone's body and looked at the half-open gate, "Are you ready?"

The two of them entered the construction site one after another. The scene in front of them was empty and simple. It was difficult to associate it with an abandoned building.

"Is there any movement?"

"No one else."

Erica breathed a sigh of relief, she was still very confident in Matt's hearing.

She walked in with a flashlight and checked around, "It's empty, there's nothing."

"The Japanese gangsters must be protecting something."

"Yes! But..."

"Wait a minute," Matt said suddenly, then walked in a direction, "Erica, you won't believe it."

Erica immediately followed his footsteps, and soon came to an open space and saw a huge deep pit that was dug out and was tens of meters wide.

"Oh my God." Matt's face became extremely solemn as he felt the airflow coming from under the pit.

“Why do Japanese gangsters dig big holes?”

"Give me the flashlight." Matt said, immediately taking the flashlight from Erica and throwing it down.

After a few seconds, Erica spread her hands and said, "Is it the end?"

"No."

"Tell me exactly."

After a while, Matt heard the sound coming from the underground, "It's the end, at least forty floors."

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, a dart came towards him.

Matt ducked sideways, but more darts flew out of the darkness, and Erica hurriedly pulled him and hid behind a pillar.

"They were everywhere, at least six of them," Erica said.

"I'm in trouble." Matt said anxiously, with a rare hint of panic in his voice.

"and me!"

“No, you don’t understand, I can’t feel those people.

No sound, no heartbeat, nothing. "Matt spoke very quickly and was obviously wary of these people.

He is blind, but through special training, his other senses are quite sharp, especially his hearing.

In most cases, his hearing can replace his vision, but when facing these people, his proud hearing loses its effect and becomes a real blind man.

"They're specifically trained to hide themselves."

"how do you know?"

"Ignore those people and focus on the weapons, they have swords."

"Yes, they have swords, I can hear them." Matt calmed down and immediately rushed out with Erica.

People hiding in the darkness jumped out from different directions. They were uniformly dressed in black tights, with black scarves covering their faces, and holding standard samurai swords. They were all well-trained ninjas.

These ninjas have no idea about death and have no fear. They wield their swords purely to kill people, so that the battle becomes intense from the beginning.

At the same time, countless darts flew from the darkness, whizzing.

Matt and Erica are not weak, but while avoiding hidden weapons and fighting these ghostly ninjas with fists and kicks, they are inevitably a little weak.

However, in terms of hard power, they were still superior. Although the battle was a little more difficult, they gradually mastered the rhythm. With close cooperation, the ninjas fell one after another.

A few minutes later, Erica knocked down the last ninja and drew the katana from him.

Hearing the sonorous sound and Erica's breath full of murderous intent, Matt immediately realized what was going to happen, "Erica, no."

Erica paused, but at that moment, the ninja pulled out the knife and slashed her abdomen.

"ah!"

The extremely severe pain made Erica take a step back. The ninja took this opportunity to stand up and kicked the wound on her abdomen.

Matt immediately roared and rushed forward, pushed the ninja down, hit him in the face hard and knocked him unconscious.

Then he walked up to Erica. Her breathing was very rapid, the wound on her abdomen was deep, and the severe pain made it difficult for her to stand.

Just as Matt was about to help her up, two ninjas climbed up from the ground and held his arms on the left and right.

They did not use weapons, and Matt, who could not hear the sound, could only be beaten passively, without even the ability to resist.

After taking control of the situation, another ninja picked up a katana on the ground and pointed it at Matt's head.

Just when the ninja was about to chop off Matt's head, the stickman fell from the sky and stabbed him in the heart.

This scene was so sudden that the two ninjas holding Matt had to pull out the weapons behind them before they could react.

But Gunsou was faster. After killing one person, he drew his sword without any pause and killed the second ninja with a diagonal slash.

At this time, the third ninja pulled out the samurai sword from his back. Gunsou turned sideways to avoid his thrust, and at the same time pierced his abdomen with the long sword.

This ninja's vitality was relatively tenacious. One hand was holding the stick man's knife-holding arm, and he was murmuring in pain.

The stick man slowly pushed him to the side of the huge pit, pulled out another knife from his waist with his left hand, cut off his arm, and kicked him into the huge pit.

Stickman put away the two long knives and turned to look at Matt and Erica, who was lying on the ground and howling in pain, "Then... who wants to leave here?"

...

On the empty street, a car was speeding.

Behind the car were a group of heavily armed ninjas. They quickly flipped and jumped on the roof, chasing the car closely.

In the car, Matt looked worriedly at Erica, who was about to lose consciousness, "She lost too much blood."

"The injury is too serious." Gunsou said calmly.

"Where are you taking her?"

"They're still chasing, they're going really fast."

"Who are they, Gunsou?"

"Now is not the time for chatting."

Whoosh!

An arrow hit the car, and several ninjas came to kill with knives in front of the road.

The driver immediately turned around and knocked over the pursuers, but a ninja still took the opportunity to lie on the roof of the car.

The driver controlled the steering wheel and turned left and right, and the car also swayed left and right.

However, this ninja was more stubborn than he thought. Not only was he not thrown out, but half of his body was pressed against the car window.

"Matt." Stickman said.

"give it to me."

Matt punched the window and knocked the ninja out of the car.

At this time, an arrow shot through the rear window and was caught by Matt in time.

"Be careful."

"OK."

The ninja chased him from behind, and Gunsou took out a crossbow without haste, and casually shot the nearest pursuer.

"No, no, no, she's dying." Matt said anxiously, "Gunsou, she's going to die."

"I can save her."

"We have to get her to the hospital."

"The doctor can't help her, but I can." Stickman said as he mounted an arrow on his crossbow. "We go to your place. This is her only chance."

Hearing this, Matt's heart dropped halfway.

"Honey, hold on, hold on."

"The second wave came and stabilized her."

As soon as he finished speaking, several ninjas jumped out of the intersection.

Gunsou shot a ninja holding a bow and arrow to death, and the driver took the opportunity to turn around.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and reached out to stop the driver, "Just take this road."

"Yes." The driver stepped on the accelerator decisively without any hesitation.

"This is not going to my house."

"I just want a safe place. It doesn't matter whether I go to your house or not." Stickman said calmly, while shooting an arrow to relieve the driver's stress.

The car turned a few more streets and they barely escaped the pursuers.

"This wave is over. There are still more people. There will always be more people." Gunsou leaned on the car chair and said, "Turn left, we are almost there."

"Wait." Matt suddenly realized something, "Where are we going?"

"Didn't you guess it?" Gunsou smiled mysteriously, "I can only say that you guessed it right."

"No, no." Matt shook his head resistingly, "We can't involve him."

"Um...Okay!" Gunsou shrugged, "Then let's go to your house!

If nothing else, we still have to face several waves of pursuing soldiers.

I have to remind you, your girlfriend doesn't have much time. "

"If you had just gone to my house..."

"Is now the time to argue about this?" Stickman interrupted.

Matt clenched his fists, looked down at Erica who was struggling in pain, and remained silent.

Click!

There was a sharp brake and the car stopped.

Matt hurriedly hugged Erica and got out of the car. He struggled but skillfully pushed open the store door in front of him.

"Come, come quickly, is anyone here?"

Second floor.

Aaron, who heard the sound, sat up from the bed upset.

"Master." Abe opened his sleepy eyes in a daze, "Who is here."

"It's okay, just sleep in your bed!" Aaron covered it with a quilt, then opened the bedroom door and walked down the stairs.

Hearing the footsteps, Matt stopped shouting and put the wailing Erica on the sofa, "Help her, please."

"Haha!" Aaron was unmoved and just rolled his eyes speechlessly, "How many times has this happened?"

"It doesn't matter how many times, life is at stake."

"How many times?" Aaron asked again.

"The third time." Matt gritted his teeth, "I know this is very presumptuous, but..."

"You are so presumptuous!" Aaron said angrily, "I was having a sweet dream when you woke me up.

Maybe I shouldn't have saved you the first time, then maybe my life would be calmer.

Now...when I leave my house, I act like nothing happened. "

"Erica can't hold on any longer. She will die. Only you can save her."

"That doesn't mean I have to save her!" Aaron said nonchalantly, "Mr. Matt Murdock, you know me, I'm not a bad person."

"How can we save her?" Matt asked directly.

"Simple, very simple, very simple." Aaron said seriously, "There is a blind old man behind you. As long as you go up and slap him, I will..."

Snapped!

Before Aaron could finish speaking, Matt turned around and slapped the stickman.

"Is it okay?"

"Well... maybe I have to redefine your relationship."

"If you were an ordinary passerby, he might still hesitate." Stickman rubbed his face, "Matt was indeed taught by me, but he doesn't respect me as much as you think."

"I can tell."

"I did what you asked me to do, save her quickly."

Aaron snorted softly, walked up to Erica, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he looked at the bleeding wound on her abdomen.

"Huh? This is really interesting.

This seems to be consistent with the picture I saw in my divination. The abdomen was severely injured and on the verge of death. "