Illusionist in American comics

The reversal event refers to the passage of time back in New York. In that red hell, some people have lost their lives, but in the dazzling green light, everything goes back to one day ago.

Although the body recovered, the memory was retained.

Those who have experienced suffering cannot accept it all. Some choose to continue to embrace death, while others choose new life.

George is a lucky but not so lucky young man. He saw his wife killed by a monster with his own eyes, but before the grief passed, his wife appeared again.

Serious psychological problems plagued the newlyweds, who often woke up from nightmares.

To solve this problem, they decided to see a psychiatrist.

But no matter how they made reservations or fought for seats, the final result was that it was full.

There are too many people with the same problem.

This is a little trouble with the reversal event.

And those big troubles haven't surfaced yet.

"I can understand the damn Hound Gang, robbing territory and robbing money."

"But why did he rob my warehouse? It was just some medicine!"

Old Jack told his neighbors about his experiences. He founded a psychological clinic and usually only accepted some tasks entrusted by the community.

Its content is to enlighten some criminals who have just been released from prison and help them change their minds.

In the warehouse, there are only some drugs that can barely stabilize the mental condition, but the effect of this drug is not as effective as drinking a bottle of wine.

The comfort is greater than the actual effect.

But even this kind of flower display is still being snatched away.

"Drugs? Then you missed an opportunity to make a fortune!"

“Drugs to treat mental illness are now sold at sky-high prices on the black market.”

“Whether it’s true or false, someone will pay for it.”

The real situation may be exaggerated, but affected by the swing event, New York residents now really need some placebo, and drugs are one of the reliable ways.

"That's right, old Jack."

"I suggest you advertise online and show your ID."

"I believe that by then, people coming to see the doctor will line up from the street corner to the street."

Their street was relatively remote and suffered only minimal damage when the disaster struck.

Therefore, everyone does not have too much reference to previous disasters.

If people in the city center heard their banter, the two groups could easily come to blows.

It is impossible for people outside the cliff to appreciate the danger at the edge of the cliff.

I don't even understand the cowardice in it.

Chatting among the neighbors is limited to the courtyard. They talk casually, but they still have to be careful when encountering the Hound Dog Gang.

On the house, an uninvited guest spoke softly.

"The Hound Gang? Judging from the name, they are not good people."

"I'll try it on you tonight."

The hand-sewn mask exudes a shabby atmosphere, and the clothes on his body are more like alternative Halloween costumes.

Peter jumped up and left lightly. He was not particularly satisfied with his suit.

But what can be done, this is already all his pocket money.

That's all, and Ned still needs to support part of it.

For the cause of heroism, the two spent all their savings to make a set of battle suits.

This is also the beginning of justice.

With the help of wandering, Peter walked nimbly in the city at night, and used his sensitive hearing to detect the traces of the Hound Dog Gang.

Nasi Warehouse.

This was a warehouse built by the new overlords, the Hand, after the fall of the King Pin.

Most of the gray materials were concentrated inside, and even the police did not dare to check.

Trading without anyone else is the Hand's strongest recruitment tool.

Here, you can trade all items with peace of mind without worrying about sudden attacks.

Don't worry about those street rangers or the police's small pistols, safety is the main theme here.

You only need to pay a small handling fee, and the Hand will solve the rest of your worries.

At this time, in the office on the second floor, an old man wearing a white dress was flipping through the account books. She had an oriental appearance but was not elegant enough. Her dark aura made the people around her afraid to breathe.

Her name is Mrs. Gao, she only has a surname but no given name.

For countless years in the past, she has been known by the codename Mrs. Gao.

At the same time, as one of the five leaders of the Hand, Mrs. Gao is also responsible for the business in Hell's Kitchen.

After the demise of Kingpin's power, she became the new leader.

The Naxi Warehouse was established at the initiative of Mrs. Gao.

This place also brought her a huge amount of wealth.

"The job was done well, I will remember your contribution."

"But you still need to work hard, Longmen is not that easy to jump."

Everyone looked excited when they heard the credit, but when they heard about Longmen, they were no longer excited, but yearning.

It is said that among the Hand, there is a secret that can make people immortal.

And the secret lies within the Dragon Gate.

Leaping over the Dragon Gate has become the lifelong pursuit of all Hand members.

After all, who can refuse immortality?

Mrs. Gao picked up the crutch and didn't care about the commotion of the people around her.

As long as people have desires, they will be easy to control. Controlling others has always been Mrs. Gao's interest.

But looking at her withered palms, she felt a little uninterested.

At the same time, she was also calculating the time for her next reincarnation. She had had enough of this old body.

But there are not many keels left. If five people use it together, one day the good things will be used up.

Thinking of this, the idea began to emerge.

What if you were alone?

With this thought, Mrs. Gao was ready to leave.

Downstairs, a small transaction was going on. The Hound Gang members took out the suitcase behind them, which contained neat medicine bottles.

Looking at the label above, the buyer nodded with satisfaction.

"This is thirty thousand dollars, you can count it."

Thirty thousand US dollars is probably not enough to cover the handling fees for this transaction.

But the leader of the Hound Dog Gang still chooses to trade here.

For no other reason than to save face and show his face in front of the Hand.

This time it was just medicine, the next time it wouldn't be.

Making money needs to come little by little.

Watching the other party leave, the Hound Dog Gang paid the handling fee gracefully, and they were ready to do something big.

But before they could leave, a clown suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Sir, you can't leave yet, I need to take you to the police station to confess!"

The other person was wearing a ridiculous mask and the clothes on his body were neither fish nor fowl.

What he said at the same time also made several people laugh out loud.

"Confess? Do you know where this is!"

"You are worthy of taking us away!"

"Get out of here, you disgusting clown"

With their pistols loaded, the members of the Hound Gang walked towards Peter, and the movement here also attracted the attention of the Hand.

They didn't stop or help, they just watched this scene with interest.

It's like watching a farce.

Peter sighed now, thinking of Ned's suggestion.

It's useless to say that they need to use fists to purify their hearts.

Thinking of this, Peter rushed forward.

And he forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart. At the same time, he also thought of the man who fell from the sky on that street corner.

The other party smashed the monster with one hammer, and his brave appearance was always imprinted in Peter's mind.

He also wants to be like the other person.

Gunfire rang out, but the expected scene did not appear. Peter just lowered his head and avoided the gunfire.

Then he quickly approached a few people, punched forward, and a strong man whose height and weight were far above the average flew out.

It didn't stop until it knocked over three containers in a row.

The companion on the side wanted to fight back, but what was waiting for him was a powerful turning punch.

Bang, the body rolled and reached the second floor. Everyone in the Hand Club looked at each other, and they understood that this was a bad person.

The body moved, and the Hand ninjas who were secretly observing appeared one after another. In just a few blinks, Peter was already surrounded.

Looking at the killers in red ninja uniforms around him, Peter exclaimed.

"Ninja! Cool!"

"How did you show up!"

"Is it a ninjutsu?"

But what was waiting for Peter was not an answer, but a sky full of shurikens.

Sensitive perception reminded Peter to avoid it, but the hidden weapons in the sky were too dense, and Peter could only hide behind a nearby container in a hurry.

Amidst a series of crisp sounds, Peter hurriedly picked up the block next to him to block it.

The noise continued, and Peter understood the situation at this time. He did not expect that just a spur-of-the-moment night operation would actually attract so many people.

The ninjas of the Hand have undergone rigorous training, and long-distance attacks were fruitless. They all drew out the long swords behind them and slowly moved closer to Peter while being on guard against each other.

But at this moment, a low voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"For Whom the Bell Tolls"

The dull light of the sword flew from a distance, and the Hand's killers were cut off in two before they could see who was coming.

The figure kept moving, and the light footsteps were like the final sound of death.

There were screams, roars, and unwilling wails. When Peter carefully looked outside, there was blood all over the place.

This scene is still too exciting for a high school student.

At this moment, a long knife dropped in front of Peter, and the dripping blood slowly flowed to Peter's feet.

"Child, do you hear the bell?"

With the help of scattered lights, Peter slowly raised his head.

There, the death knell hangs high overhead.