The God of Ninja in American Comics

After handing the paper to Tony, Coulson said nothing and walked straight to the plane that was about to take off.

When Colson's figure completely disappeared from the plane, Tony was still thinking about Colson's words just now.

For a genius inventor, science is all the truth he believes in.

But now, Tony begins to wonder if his beliefs are actually correct.

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After a comfortable sleep, Rogge planned to go directly to the office using the Flying Thunder God.

But after seeing his pair of blood-red three-magatama Sharingan, he hesitated for a few seconds.

With his current amount of chakra, even if he had his Sharingan open twenty-four hours a day, it wouldn't have any impact on him.

And if you keep your Sharingan open all the time, you will look more handsome.

Whether to be handsome or low-key, that is a question.

After thinking carefully for several seconds, Rogge finally made a decision.

Being handsome is a lifelong thing!

So before going to the office, he turned off his Sharingan and returned to his previous normal appearance.

When he arrived at his extremely simply decorated office through Fei Lei Shen, he found a man wearing a dark gray suit and a pair of dark red sunglasses sitting on the sofa in the office.

In front of this man is a cup of steaming coffee, and to his right is a blind stick.

Rogge was no stranger to this person.

In other words, he is no stranger to this person's other identity.

The man sitting on the sofa is a blind lawyer named Matt Murdock on the surface, but secretly, he also has an identity called Daredevil.

Rogge had met this Daredevil before when he was performing a commission in Hell's Kitchen.

But that was only limited to meeting each other, and they had not had any dealings with each other.

"Hello, I'm Matt Murdock and I'm a lawyer!"

After being teleported to the office, Roger didn't make any noise, but Matt still sensed his arrival.

Although Matt didn't know exactly how Rogge appeared, he heard Rogge's slowly beating heartbeat.

"Roger, private detective!"

After finishing speaking, Rogge came to his desk and sat on the specially customized sofa chair.

He did not take the initiative to ask Matt about his plans, but silently waited for Matt to speak on his own.

As time passed, the office fell into an eerie atmosphere of silence.

One minute, three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes...

More than twenty minutes later, they still didn't speak.

However, their silent confrontation was eventually interrupted.

They were interrupted not by another client, but by two New York police officers.

"Hello, are you Mr. Rogge?" The leading white male police officer asked Rogge very politely.

The black partner next to him was stunned for a moment by the attitude of the white male police officer, but he quickly reacted.

It is said that the Rogge in front of him is a perverted murderer who slaughtered 115 gang members.

After thinking of this, the black police officer unconsciously put his right hand on the pistol at his waist.

"Yes, I am Roger."

Although the black police officer's actions were not significant, they did not escape Roger's eyes.

After seeing this, several thoughts quickly flashed through his mind.

He would show up at a time like this, and with this kind of polite and vigilant demeanor.

If he guessed correctly, these two policemen should have come for the case in the warehouse.

Rogge was very sure that he left absolutely no evidence in the warehouse, whether it was fingerprints or clothing fibers, etc., he absolutely did not leave anything behind.

And before leaving the warehouse, he also confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras or the like in the warehouse.

So why are these two policemen here? The answer is ready to come out.

Knowing that he had killed those people in the warehouse, apart from himself, there were only people from Jinpin's side.

It was impossible for him to report himself, so the only one who reported the news to the New York police was Kingpin.

Rogge's guess was generally correct. The only difference was that King did not report the news to the police, but spread the news thoroughly.

So now the people who know the news are not only the police, but also the Hand.

"Two days ago, a gang fight occurred in a warehouse next to the Hudson River. 115 gang members died at the scene, so we hope that Mr. Rogge can come back to the police station with us to assist in the investigation of this case. "

"Of course, if it's convenient for you."

The white police officer used gentle words as much as possible. Although there was currently no substantial evidence to prove that Rogge was responsible for the case, he knew very well that the possibility of Rogge being the murderer was more than 90%.

At this time, the white police officer silently cursed his immediate superior in his heart.

Wasn't he just teasing his sister-in-law? Why did he hate me so much that he actually assigned me such a task?

The white male police officer had seen that hell-like warehouse with his own eyes. He knew very well that if the seemingly harmless Roger in front of him went crazy, he and his partner would have absolutely no intention of leaving alive.

The people who died in the warehouse were not gangsters, they were ninjas from the Hand. Only those idiot reporters would regard the killer ninjas from the Hand as ordinary gangsters.

"Officer, what's your name?" Rogge didn't answer his question, but asked his name.

"Jack, my name is Jack!"

When answering, Jack couldn't help but use the respectful tone he used when facing the director.

"Officer Jack, I am a private detective. I am personally happy to assist the police in investigating cases. After all, I am also a person who is willing to cooperate with the police and the public. But you see, I happen to have a client here now, so..."

Roger didn't say it clearly, but he was sure that Jack understood what he meant.

"I understand, I understand! Since it's not convenient for you now, Mr. Rogge, I won't disturb you. If it's convenient for you at any time, you can come directly to our police station. Then I won't disturb your work and leave!"

After finishing speaking, Jack bowed slightly to Roger, then led his partner out of the office as quickly as possible, and carefully and gently closed the door of the office.

"Now that you admit that I am your client, can I make an entrustment now?"

After Jack left, Matt, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up and came straight to Roger.

"First tell me the content of your commission, and then I will decide whether to accept your commission!"