Marvel world code name ghost

"So, are you the one who is running wild on my territory?" The hoarse voice echoed in the night sky, calm and firm.

Ron looked at Mrs. Gao who collapsed on the ground holding her broken arm, Alexandra who had a fist-sized scar on her left shoulder and fell into a coma, and Murakami who was standing at the door, and shrugged noncommittally.

"If you mean I took down the Hand's New York headquarters in one night, then I was right. Also, you're welcome."

"You think I have to thank you"

"Don't you need it? I helped you street heroes who play boring role-playing games like police catching thieves every day to eradicate a cancer in New York City and make the city a little more stable. Just because of this, you think you don't need it." Thank me properly?"

Ron sheathed the knife, patted the dust on his body, walked up to Mrs. Gao, who was pale due to excessive blood loss, and hit her with a heavy knife on the back of her neck, knocking her out and dragging her away. He went to the side of Alexandra who was still in a coma, tied her together with the ropes he brought, and then made a gesture of please.

"The last one is for you."

Murakami, who had already thought about quitting, heard this and ran away in a sprint. Watching his figure gradually disappearing, Ron said to the indifferent dark red figure still squatting on the roof:

"If you seriously miss this opportunity, you may never find him again."

The figure was silent for a while, then flicked the hook installed in the short stick, and disappeared into the hazy night with a few leaps.

"Don't worry, I'll be here, waiting for you to come back." Ron shouted as he looked at Daredevil who was gradually going away. Then he walked to the wall and pulled out the short stick that was deeply embedded in the concrete, listening to the sound coming from the distance. The sound of yelling and fighting came, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Not long after, Daredevil came back carrying the unconscious Murakami, tied him with the other two people, and then came behind Ron and said:

"Now it's time to talk about the two of us."

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Ron turned around and looked at the tall figure in front of him, tapping the short stick in his hand from time to time.

"Let's talk about what you just said." Although he can't see with his eyes, Daredevil can still feel the other party's current state with his super radar sensory ability, and his tone gradually becomes gloomy.

"Oh, what did I say wrong?" Ron said curiously.

"Every sentence!" shouted loudly, and the dark red figure suddenly rushed towards Ron. The short stick in his hand whirled like flying and hit the opponent's chest hard.

"As expected." Ron did not panic, nor did he initiate teleportation. Instead, he held the short stick in his hand across his chest, blocking Daredevil's powerful blow, then leaned forward and whispered:

"Isn't that true? Have you forgotten what I told you two days ago? Attorney Matt"

"It turns out it's you." Through the vibrations coming from the short stick, Daredevil clearly sensed the other person's body shape and confirmed that he was the person who appeared two days ago.

"I thought there was something wrong with you at that time, and I was right. You are also a thug." Matt raised his right knee and pushed it hard towards Ron's crotch.

"No no no, you can't do it here." Ron simply retreated to avoid this vicious attack and shook his head to express no.

"Besides, why am I a villain? Look at everything I have done. The villains have been eliminated, and a cancer in Hell's Kitchen has been removed. When you see less crime and more smiling faces on the streets tomorrow, what will you do? Do you think I am a villain?"

"I'm not interested in things that haven't happened. Besides, evil people have to be eliminated, but not by this method. What's the difference between you doing this and these evil people?" Hearing Ron's words, Daredevil tightened his hands. Short stick, attack again.

"Then what are you talking about passing the law? My friend, you should understand that sometimes the law not only fails to deliver justice, but also becomes a shackles." Under Matt's violent attack like a storm, Ron was like a flexible line. The swimming fish shuttled among the dense shadows of sticks and said calmly.

"But killing doesn't solve any problem." As if that sentence hit Daredevil's pain point, Matt's offensive became more and more fierce.

Finally, Ron was a little overwhelmed. He teleported out of sight and then appeared not far behind him almost at the same time.

"I think you understand what I said more than I do. Think about your father, Matt." Looking at the panting dark red figure, Ron threw the last straw, "When the law becomes When the law becomes a tool for those in power to satisfy their own selfish desires, when the law cannot sanction those in high positions, then people like me are needed."

"Besides, even if I'm not there, there will be someone else to do this kind of thing on my behalf. It's just a matter of time." Ron looked at Daredevil who suddenly fell silent and sighed.

Matt, I'm much easier to talk to than Uncle Punishment.

Ron looked at Daredevil's bleak back and grinned, suddenly feeling like he had become a villain.

Okay, Ron, it's time to be a good brother.

"exactly"

"Um"

When he was about to step forward to comfort Matt's "weak" mind, the other party spoke quietly.

Doesn't this make it darker? Isn't this the effect I want?

When Ron heard the other party's muttering, he felt bad for a moment: This script is different from what I imagined.

"However, although those in power can distort the justice of the law to a certain extent, for the people at the bottom, the law is the most effective weapon for them to defend their rights."

Daredevil couldn't hear Ron's inner cry, so he changed the subject and continued,

"I am a lawyer. During the day, the law is my weapon. I will do my best to judge those guilty and protect the victims. And if the law cannot give a just trial to some people, then I I wouldn’t mind letting them be judged by the Night Demon at night.”

Huh, I was shocked. This is the Daredevil I am familiar with.

After listening to Matt's story, Ron slowly breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to him, put the short stick into his hand, and expressed his inner thoughts.

"You are right, but there is a more important issue now. The Hand in New York City is currently leaderless. Although the problem between the Ninja Group and these founders has come to an end for the time being, it still has many industries under its umbrella, and even There are many orphans who have been adopted and are being trained. If the Hand disappears, then these orphans will be homeless again, and many black industries will also be dormant, and it will be troublesome to find them again."

"So what do you mean?" Matt tilted his head, gesturing for him to continue.

"I'm wondering, what do you think if we take this opportunity to integrate these remaining industries and form a new organization to escape the control of the Hand?"

"So, you want to create the next Hand?" Daredevil frowned and said in a bad tone after hearing the other party's plan.

"It's okay if you understand it that way." Ron smiled and said half-jokingly.

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"Okay, okay, no more joking. The black industry should be eradicated, beaten, and rectified. I will help you with these." Looking at the other party's increasingly serious expression, Ron said sternly.

"Help me what do you mean?" Daredevil was a little confused.

"Ahem, I think this is the leader of the new organization. You can do it." Ron said without surprising.

"I'll do it." At this time, Matt couldn't describe his surprise.

"Why, with the way I deal with things, will you feel relieved if I am the leader?" Ron couldn't help but joked.

"I" Matt suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Don't worry, I will help you. And from a certain point of view, forming a force is a good thing for you." Ron patted the other party's shoulder and comforted,

"Think about what you are fighting for, think about the enemies you will face. I heard that Kingpin wanted to cooperate with the Hand, but now that the Hand is finished, he will definitely think about how to annex these remaining industries. To strengthen yourself, even if you don’t dispose of these properties now, it will probably be even more troublesome when you take over the money in the future.”

After Ron said so much in one breath, a sly smile appeared on his face,

"Besides, if Jin Bin wants to get involved in these properties, he will definitely make some moves, and his moves will not be small. We can also do the opposite and use these properties to lure out his underground forces, so that the enemy will know us. Darkness is more conducive to our actions."

At this time, Ron felt like he was smiling more like a villain than a villain.

Then, he straightened his expression, looked at the three heads of the Hand who were tied up behind Matt, and asked a very serious question:

"So what to do with these guys next?"

Although he couldn't see Ron's expression at this time, Daredevil could imagine the tangle on his face from his tone, and teased:

"Why, I didn't think about how to end it when I came here."

"My first thought was to just chop them to death. Didn't you intervene? Now you can't let me kill them all in front of you." Ron rolled his eyes.

"Then leave it to me. I know some people who can handle this kind of thing." Daredevil sensed the situation of the three people, and then asked Ron the last question,

"One last thing, who are you?"

"My name is Ron, and I am the best mercenary in the world." Ron smiled, then handed over a note,

"This has my address on it. If you have anything, you can come find me here."

After saying that, regardless of whether Daredevil could see it or not, he saluted a less than standard military salute and then disappeared in front of him.

"Ron?"