I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

The bombing occurred in the United States, injuring more than 50 people and killing 13 people.

So far, no one in the United States has been able to find the explosives.

The appearance of the Mandarin added some panic to the United States.

War Machine Rhodes became the savior of this panic. He accepted the order to attack the Ten Rings Gang to eliminate these terrible crises.

John saw the news and had only one problem.

"Explain, is this the explanation you gave me?"

He felt outrageous and dared to give an explanation.

As a result, just after the new year, the Ten Rings Gang started to create crises again?

"Master Mandarin?" John stared at the person in the video. Could it be another puppet supported by civil and military forces?

"Forget it, Americans are blessed by God, and if things go wrong, Tony will be there."

John wasn't going to care. It wasn't a supernatural crisis anyway.

But just because he doesn't care, it doesn't mean that this matter won't burn him.

...

Tony also saw what was going on in the news, and when his good brother Rhodes took action, he didn't need to worry about it for the time being.

As the person who knows Rhodes' strength best in the world, Tony is naturally confident.

The war machine was designed by him. After being modified by the military, it was a complete war machine just like its name.

Tony stared at the explosion on the news without explosives, his eyes flashing with color.

"gentlemen."

"I know."

As Tony's smart butler, Jarvis's super high IQ is like a human being.

Tony also understood what he meant. Tony flexed his fingers, stretched his arm, rubbed his left wrist and said, "Bring up the surveillance of the incident."

It's a coincidence that Tony has encountered such a thing.

Same no explosives, same explosion.

This incident was eerily similar to that incident, making Tony suspicious.

"Mandarin?"

Could it be that the Mandarin was also responsible for his attack?

Although Tony believed in his good brother, he also began to take action.

On the Internet, what is more powerful than the intelligence organizations of various countries is a system, Jarvis.

Looking at the people on the surveillance screen, Tony rarely put down the update of his armor and concentrated on searching for clues.

...

2 month.

Christmas has passed, and it should be the biggest holiday in America.

Snow is still falling.

The evil in Hell's Kitchen doesn't stop there either.

Matt has a competitor.

Rather than being a rival, Matt wants to stop the man from committing murder.

Blue combat uniforms shuttled through the streets of Hell's Kitchen.

At the same time, death is also accompanied by the appearance of a blue figure, leaving the mark of the dead soul nearby.

"Don't do evil in Hell's Kitchen, the night ghosts are always watching your back."

This is a saying going around in Hell's Kitchen right now.

Three bodies were found in an alleyway in Hell's Kitchen over Christmas.

Ever since Matt and Night Ghost met at the dock, corpses would appear almost every few days.

This is no longer a trivial matter, and the police department has even stepped up patrols.

But this is useless, no one will know where the night ghost appears from.

Just like his name, he is elusive.

Except for one person, Daredevil, Matt.

Standing on the rooftop, Matt listened to sounds from all over Hell's Kitchen.

Blocking out the useless ones, he carefully searched for the whereabouts of night ghosts.

"You're destroying Hell's Kitchen," Matt whispered.

A frightened cry for help reached my ears.

"No, I was wrong. Who will save me? It's Night Ghost, Night Ghost!"

The cry for help ended abruptly, and a throwing knife met the robber who had just been released from prison and returned to his old career.

Behind the blue figure, the couple hugged their son and looked at each other in fear.

"The evildoer has been executed." The man's voice came out from under the mask. He stretched out his hand and drew a circle on his forehead, "You are safe."

Hearing this, the husband of the couple swallowed hard, "You, are you a night ghost?"

"Yes, you guessed it right."

The night ghost pulled out the throwing knife and wiped the blood on the dead body.

The husband whispered to his wife, "Let's go quickly."

The wife nodded repeatedly, her fear not diminishing at all.

after they leave.

"You are not dispensing justice."

Matt's voice sounded, "You are enjoying killing."

Dax looked up and saw a familiar outfit.

"It's you, Daredevil." Dax, wearing the Night Ghost suit, put the throwing knife back on his belt, "I just saved a family."

"Hell's Kitchen has begun to fall out of order because of your presence." Matt frowned and said, "The family just now has no chance of surviving, only more fear."

"Why?" Dax was stunned and puzzled, "I saved them, they should be grateful to me, I am a hero!"

"No," Matt said, shaking his head, "you're a murderer."

Upon hearing this, Dax's eyes rushed to Matt with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "You are wrong, I am a hero."

Matt quickly descended from the roof on the exterior stairs and landed in front of Dax.

"You killed too many people."

"They are all criminals!"

The two of them each insisted on their own opinions, and the atmosphere was tense.

Dax's hand had already taken out the throwing knife. He stared at Matt opposite and said coldly: "You'd better get out of the way, Daredevil."

"Yegui, stop killing."

Matt took out the guide stick and twisted it away, and two short sticks appeared in his hand.

He was ready for battle.

Dax's killing intent was like a needle prick, leaving a sting on Matt's skin.

He understood that the man in front of him was not a hero, but just a madman.

A guy who ended those people's lives by lynching them.

The flying knife passed through Dax's fingertips, cut the air and made a buzzing sound, then spun towards Matt.

The war begins.

The sound of flying formed an image in Matt's mind, and without hesitation, he ducked sideways to avoid the flying knife.

The next second, the battle began.

Matt used his super senses to avoid the continuous flying knives.

Dax was surprised for a moment, but quickly reacted. He held the throwing knife in both hands and started fighting with the approaching Matt.

In the cold night, the light of the knife passed through the snowflakes, and Matt hit Dax's shoulders with two sticks with a sharp sound of wind.

Ordinary people, even gangsters, would break their hand bones after receiving this blow.

But Dax, wearing Taran Industries' most advanced body armor, carried a stick with his left arm and slashed Matt's arm open with a backhand knife.

Matt retreated in shock, and as soon as he retreated, Dax found an opening.

In just a short moment, flying knives shot out from Dax's fingertips.

Matt tried his best to dodge, but still got hit by the knife.

Dax also discovered Mark's dodge ability, took out five elastic balls from his belt, and threw them hard.

The bouncy ball bounced off the wall and hit Matt's body, which was a bit overwhelming for Matt.

These are specially made bouncy balls that are powerful enough to break bricks.

Discovering Matt's weakness, Dax gave up the flying knife and took out a bouncy ball to quickly block Matt's retreat.

Matt suffered a series of setbacks.

After Dax threw the bouncy ball again, he quietly held the throwing knife in his left hand.

Just as he was about to throw the knife, the sound of police sirens cut through the quiet night.

Matt was saved.

The family of three called the police.

Dax looked at Matt fiercely, jumped up the stairs unwillingly, and quickly left the scene.

But Matt didn't feel good. He was attacked more than a dozen times in a row, and his body was covered with bruises caused by the elastic balls.

Holding on to his strength, Matt left the scene.

After he left, the police quickly arrived.

Looking at the body lying on the ground, a police officer who arrived was surprised and said: "Bryce?"

"Do you know him?" The police chief looked at the old policeman.

The old policeman heard this and said: "He was imprisoned for robbery a year ago and he just came out today."

"It seems that he has returned to his old business." The police chief looked at the corpse and said solemnly, "This is the third time this month. That guy can always find the criminal."

"While it prevents crime, it also brings shame on our faces."

He didn't look good. Wasn't this a slap in their face?

The old policeman asked, "According to the caller, Bryce was killed by a night ghost not long after he appeared. He seemed to have known that he would commit a crime."

Now the police chief noticed something was wrong. How could it be such a coincidence?

Could it be that the Night Ghost is following Bryce, waiting for him to commit a crime?

This man had just been released from prison during the day, unless the night ghost could predict the future.

"Or... he can check the police system." The police chief concluded.

Either there is an insider, or Night Ghost is an insider.

too crazy.

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