Marvel Supernova

Martin, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head and saw a deformed warhead floating in front of him.

He said with a trembling voice: "This is a used 9mm bullet."

"Yes, this is the bullet you used to kill Officer Jason Stanley three days ago. I took it out from the physical evidence department of the police station. Now give it back to you."

"Give it back to me" Martin asked doubtfully, "I don't understand, ma'am."

Ella's voice was calm, but her tone was as cold as polar ice.

She said coldly: "You just asked me who I am, and now I tell you, I am the goddess of revenge. Jason is wandering between heaven and hell and refuses to leave. Only your humble life can appease his resentment. Let his soul rest in peace."

"no wait"

Before Martin could beg for mercy, Ella circled her fingers, and the bullet spun and accelerated in the air. With a swish, it shot into Martin's chest like lightning.

This location is exactly the same as where Jason was shot.

Martin fell to the ground, clutching his wound, and blood continued to flow from his mouth and nose.

He said with difficulty: "I told you everything I know. You promised not to kill me."

Ella looked down at the drug dealer who was squirming and struggling at her feet with disgust, and said coldly: "I never said I wouldn't kill you. It's you who thinks you are right."

Jingjing lowered her head and watched Martin struggling at her feet. Life was slowly passing by. The blood spilled everywhere was about to stain her high heels, so she shuddered and took a few steps back.

Ella's breath hitched, her eyes widened, and she clutched her chest tightly.

Because she was horrified to discover that at that moment she felt an inexplicable pleasure in her heart.

Especially when he couldn't help but say that he was the goddess of revenge, an indescribable emotion of joy and excitement filled his whole chest.

Looking down at Martin's ugly face, Ella suddenly felt her stomach churning, covered her mouth and ran out of the warehouse filled with the smell of blood.

"huhu"

Even if you kill a heinous criminal, this feeling is not pleasant.

He held on to the wall outside the warehouse and breathed for a long time before suppressing the heart-turning feeling.

"These are all damn bastards. I am saving more lives. But why am I so weak inside." Ella looked at her hands that were still white under the dim moonlight and fell into a struggle with herself.

Although she was mentally prepared to be stained with blood before coming here, she found that she still couldn't bear it afterward.

The distant sirens are getting closer and closer.

Ella looked back at the warehouse, jumped into the air, and flew away from the dock.

At this time, a ninja wrapped in black walked out of the shadows and wanted to sneak into the warehouse to take away Martin's satchel, but found a man wearing a dark red tight-fitting leather jacket standing on the roof of the warehouse.

He is Matt Murdock, a lawyer by day and Daredevil by night.

Although the two of them held their breath and hid well in the darkness, if Ella hadn't been struggling with herself and was upset, she would have noticed the two of them with her mental induction.

The black-clothed ninja reached behind his back, held the long knife, and confronted Matt who was standing on the roof.

As an elite ninja of the Hand, Yoshioka Nobu knew that Daredevil, who was always an enemy of the Hand, was a strong enemy, so he naturally did not dare to ignore him.

The sound of police sirens was getting closer and closer. Seeing that nothing could be done, Yoshioka Nobu slowly backed away, blended into the night, and disappeared.

Matt breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the letter's breath disappear.

He turned back towards the direction where Ella disappeared and whispered to himself: "Who are you?"

As a child, he was blinded by a chemical leak, but his other senses were greatly enhanced.

Hiding on the roof, he heard from the conversation that this girl with powerful superpowers was one of his mysterious clients, Ella Nova.

Early the next morning, George Spacey came to the police headquarters and found a strange mobile phone on his desk.

The phone has been unlocked, and it contains the ledger of the wanted criminal Martin Giese's drug trafficking system, the perverted video recorded, the location where drugs are hidden, etc.

There are so many evil deeds that it can be said that they are too numerous to mention.

A police detective knocked on George's office and said, "Sir, Martin has been found by the patrol."

George put down his cell phone, stood up and said, "He is there and I want to interrogate him personally."

"He is already dead. The patrol received an alarm. There was a shootout at the warehouse at No. 17 Pier on the Hudson River. Two of his accomplices died at the same time. A lot of smuggled items were found on the cargo ship docked at the terminal, and there were also people who were kidnapped. Get up, captain."

George frowned, looked down at the phone on the table, and suddenly understood the ins and outs of the whole thing.

Maybe it was the so-called Daredevil who did it again.

"Shit Daredevil again" George cursed in a low voice.

He didn't have a good impression of this vigilante who fought against evil forces.

George is an idealist and believes that all criminal cases should only be handled by the police.People who take it upon themselves to execute people without going through legal proceedings are as dangerous as criminals in his eyes.

McKinney, an expert from the forensics department who came in with him, said: "Uh, sir, I don't think Daredevil did this."

George was stunned and asked: "Why do you say that?"

"Because in the past criminal incidents that Daredevil has intervened in, he has never killed criminals. He has always controlled them. But this time, three suspects died."

George nodded thoughtfully and signaled: "Continue."

McKinney nodded and continued: "And I just came back from the scene. The two dead Martin men were killed by bullets from their own pistols."

"Could someone have taken the gun away from me? Kill them and then put it back into their hands."

"Well, I think from the perspective of criminal psychology... this is not necessary at all. The other party did not want to hide their traces at all, and a series of footprints were found at the scene." McKinney pondered the boss's idea for a long time before thinking Well said.

George asked: "What footprints?"

Forensic expert McKinney placed relevant photos of the incident scene in front of the director.

He said: "The footprints of high-heeled shoes, new Chanel, these shoes cost more than 5000 US dollars. Based on the shoe size and the depth of the shoe prints, it is basically judged that she is a slender woman with a height of about 170 centimeters and a weight of about 50kg."

"Female" George frowned.

"Yes, what's even more strange is that the bullet that killed Martin was identified as the bullet that Martin killed Officer Jason Stanley. I checked and found that this item was indeed missing from the Physical Evidence Department, and the police station Surveillance did not reveal how the bullet was lost."

"What?" George, who had just sat down, stood up again, and the coldness suddenly surged up.