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After some time, Kishibe Rohan and Daredevil began patrolling Hell's Kitchen together.

The two have solved many crimes together. With Daredevil's martial arts skills and Kishibe Rohan's Heaven's Gate, no criminal is their enemy.

Even so, the events that were resolved were a drop in the bucket compared to what happened in Hell's Kitchen.

This is what Hell's Kitchen is like, a home for countless sins.

"Although I have heard that this place is very chaotic, it is ten times worse than I imagined!"

At first, Kishibe Rohan was somewhat curious about the daily work of superheroes, and was quite dedicated to fighting crime.

But as time went by, the situation changed.

We have to take care of everything big and small. Just as we took back the wallet that was stolen by the pickpocket, there was a gunshot over there and we had to rush over to check it out immediately.

There was almost no time to breathe.

This makes Kishibe Rohan want to ask, what do the police in New York do for food?

His interest was soon completely drained away.

Losing his patience, Kishibe Rohan asked Daredevil directly: "Matt! When do we start the business tonight?"

"What are you referring to? And don't call me by my name during the operation."

Daredevil asked rhetorically.

"Did you forget? SHIELD commissioned you to help them investigate the ghouls in Hell's Kitchen."

Kishibe Rohan reminded calmly.

"Do you plan to ignore the ghoul incident?"

"Of course I will not forget this commission. There is that kind of man-eating monster in Hell's Kitchen. How could I be indifferent?"

Daredevil said calmly with an expressionless face.

"Since just now, I have been exploring the existence of ghouls, and I have not relaxed even when fighting gang members."

"It's just that so far, I haven't found any clues about the ghoul... To be more precise, I should have found a lot of wrong clues."

Kishibe Rohan was stunned when he heard this.

Could it be that since the beginning of the patrol, Daredevil has kept his sensory abilities at full range, continuously sensing everything within a few kilometers?

Even when faced with the siege of dozens of gangsters, he did not close his range of perception.

Kishibe Rohan didn't know how well Daredevil had mastered his abilities, but he was sure that no one's brain could support such a huge calculation of sensory signals for a long time.

This must have taken a huge toll on Daredevil, whose expression seemed more repressed than calm.

"Known information shows that ghouls can disguise themselves as humans, but we still don't know the physiological structure of ghouls. We are not sure whether their smell, body temperature, heartbeat, breathing or footsteps are different from humans."

Daredevil sighed and said helplessly.

"So I couldn't accurately locate the ghoul, so I could only rule out the strange sounds I heard again and again."

"This is indeed a problem. Searching for it like a headless fly is not the answer."

Kishibe Rohan put a hand on his chin. Only now did he understand what happened in the previous few hours.

"In such a chaotic environment as Hell's Kitchen, if there is no way to accurately locate ghouls, it is almost impossible to find them, unless you search all over the place or try your luck..."

Kishibe Rohan buried her head in thinking about a solution.

"Ok!"

At this moment, Daredevil's expression suddenly changed.

I saw him constantly sniffing something around, his nose twitching.

"What's wrong? Did you find anything?"

Kishibe Rohan asked hurriedly.

Daredevil had no time to respond, he just sniffed the air, looking for the direction from which the smell came.

"there!"

Finally, Daredevil located the source of the smell and rushed out onto the wide road.

"Wait, let's make it clear first!"

Kishibe Rohan couldn't wait to shout, so he had to chase after him.

Kishibe Rohan's physical fitness is far behind Daredevil's, but he has the habit of regular exercise, and his physical fitness is still much higher than the passing mark, so he can barely keep up with Daredevil's pace.

The two ran on the road one after another. When they reached the intersection 400 meters ahead, Daredevil stopped suddenly.

Kishibe Lu followed behind.

"Look at that black van."

Daredevil pointed to a truck about 50 meters away from them, holding a huge cargo box.

"The smell of human blood emanated from the cargo box."

Kishibe Rohan's pupils shrank instantly, "The smell of human blood? Is there a corpse hidden in the cargo box?"

The two "looked at each other" and rushed out in unison.

It's just that the directions they chose are very different.

Daredevil disassembled his long baton into two baton sections, with a stretchable rope attached in the middle.

Then he swung the baton, threw it on the roof, and hooked it firmly to the railing on the rooftop.

Pressing the hidden switch on the baton, the rope quickly retracted, and Daredevil followed the rope to the roof.

Then he rushed in the direction of the truck, leaping across the rooftops.

Kishibe Rohan didn't have such skills, so he stopped a car on the side of the road, opened the door and got in, then made a few volley gestures at the driver and shouted: "There are a lot of black mosquitoes!"

The next second, the driver started the car and soon followed the truck.

Kishibe Rohan keeps the driver and the truck at a certain distance at all times, so as not to get too close and be noticed by the truck.

Half an hour later, the truck arrived at the port of Hell's Kitchen and entered the dock that was supposed to be closed.

Kishibe Rohan got out of the car and used the Gate of Heaven to make the driver forget about sending her here and asked him to leave here quickly.

Daredevil also arrived at almost the same time. He squatted on the top of the dock warehouse, using the night to hide his figure, and carefully monitored the truck.

Kishibe Rohan sneaked in quietly and hid behind the container diagonally opposite Daredevil.

In this way, both of them can see the environment near each other, and if an enemy approaches from behind, they can issue early warning in time.

Not long after, three people got out of the truck.

The first two people were wearing the same style of white suits and masks with slightly different patterns on their faces.

The last person was not wearing a mask and was an old man in a white coat.

Kishibe Rohan narrowed her eyes slightly so that she could see more clearly.

"It's trading time in 2 minutes."

The old man in the white coat said after looking at his watch.

"Doctor Kano, do you really want to sell these...'people' as commodities?"

One of the two masked men spoke out, his tone seemed a little unbearable.

"You said they are considered 'human beings', so what is there to pity? Since when did you start to sympathize with humans?"

The old man smiled slightly and said calmly.

"Don't mind this. They are neither humans nor your compatriots. They are just experiments without self."