Comic: Becoming a Phantom Thief to Steal Hearts

"Harry... didn't reply..." Peter said frustratedly.

"Let me give it a try." Lucas took out his phone.

[Lucas: Are you there?

Harry:…

Harry: Sorry, I'm not free recently. ]

Lucas frowned. Although they were not face to face, it could be seen from Harry's reply that Harry was not very interested.

[Lucas: What happened? ]

This time, Harry didn't reply immediately. The input words continued for a long time, and finally a few words appeared.

[Harry: Some personal stuff.

Harry: I'm sorry. ]

"This……"

The two looked at each other, both at a loss.

"What did Harry say?" Gwen and Mindy came in with several large bags of food.

"He said he wasn't free." Peter shrugged and said helplessly.

"Ah...then I will be busy with the work of the Osborne Group again." Gwen sighed.

If it's because of this, as friends, can't they help?

"Huh? Does the Harry you are talking about actually work in the Osborne Group?" Mindy was a little shocked.

"Not just the job, the entire group will belong to him from now on. After all, Harry's surname is Osborne."

"Wow!" Mindy made an exaggerated mouth gesture, but she didn't have a clear understanding of this and acted quite calmly, "Rich people are also very busy."

"Could we have encountered some trouble..." Lucas said thoughtfully, looking at his phone.

"I think so too, but..." Peter was mid-sentence when Mindy slapped him on the shoulder.

"Come on! There's a party!" Mindy cheered. She looked very excited and happy.

Although there were only four people, the table was full of food and the decorated living room was quite interesting. Except for Lucas, who was relatively silent, everyone had a lively temperament, and the atmosphere was always lively.

Lucas raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiling as he watched the three of them laughing, then slowly picked up the drink, his face reflected in the rippling water.

Under the reflection of the lenses, there is a pair of eyes that are calm and emotionless.

He lowered his eyes and took a sip.

Suddenly, Peter hugged him around the neck, "Lucas! Come play with us!"

Lucas blinked and looked at the spread out board games, "Okay."

The celebration lasted until late at night, and the three of them said goodbye and left, and Hope fell asleep.

"Huh...you guys are really good at it. I'm going to go back to the room and go to sleep first." Hope said sleepily.

"Okay, let me wash up first." Lucas said.

"Go to bed early."

Hope swaggered back to the room and Lucas went into the bathroom.

He turned on the faucet and took off his glasses amidst the sound of water gushing, revealing his blue eyes. After the false emotions faded away, his empty eyes were the real him.

He is like a mirror, no matter how people treat him, he will return the same emotions, but what exactly he thinks, Lucas doesn't know.

So, are the justice and gentleness he displayed real thoughts?

"hypocritical……"

Lucas leaned against the mirror, closed his eyes and muttered.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes and looked at the little face reflected in the mirror.

"What happened this time?"

Archipald was looking at him with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed.

"Hmph." Archipald said he didn't notice, "What are you being pretentious about?"

Archipal's merciless words left Lucas speechless. He lowered his head and turned off the faucet, "So this time..."

Archipal threw something over, and Lucas raised his hand to catch it. When he looked closely, he saw that it was a silver pistol.

Lucas naturally turned the gun. Judging from the feel, this was not a model gun, but a real gun.

Lucas looked at Archipald thoughtfully, "What does this mean?"

Archipald raised his chin, "This is a prop that can inspire a persona."

Lucas was stunned, "Inspire Persona?"

"Uh-huh." Archipald said no.

Lucas lowered his head and looked at the gun carefully again. No matter how he looked at it, there was no doubt that it was genuine.

"The usage of this summoner will not be..."

Archipald raised the corners of his lips and said in a lazy tone, "You are right, you just want to shoot yourself in the head."

"..."

Such a hard-core method left Lucas speechless. Anyone who has the courage to shoot himself in the head is either a warrior or a madman.

Archipal chuckled a few times, and seemed to appreciate the rich expression on Lucas' face before he explained: "The reason why this gun can activate the persona is the fragments left when a certain god hit the earth - —Dusk Feather."

"Crash the earth?" Lucas opened his eyes slightly.

"Don't worry, it's not something that happened in this universe." Archipald sat on the sink, his feet not touching the ground, and his eyes focused on the void, as if he was thinking about something.

Lucas looked at his cold side face, and a vague sense of familiarity rose again.

"Have we...did we know each other before?" he asked subconsciously.

Archipald tilted his head, a touch of green reflected in his golden eyes. He sneered and said vaguely: "Maybe."

Such an answer was a clear acquiescence, but it plunged Lucas into deeper confusion. He was now sure that there was something wrong with his memory, but where exactly was the problem...

Lucas carefully observed Archipal's facial features, and they looked more and more familiar. He couldn't tell where they were familiar. Until his eyes moved to Archipal's slightly opened collar, Lucas was stunned.

There was a hideous wound on the boy's neck, with obvious traces of being mended, and it felt like he had been decapitated and then repaired.

Lucas' gaze was too obvious. Archipald frowned, tightened his collar, and said calmly: "I should go."

He jumped off the sink and looked at Lucas, "By the way, the Twilight Feather also has another function. It can be taken out and resurrected painlessly when necessary."

resurrection? !

Before Lucas could think too much, the boy in front of him began to turn into blue light particles and disappear.

"Also, good job this time."

He whispered the last words before disappearing completely from reality.

If you want to see Archipal again, you have to go to the Velvet Room.

Lucas was alone in the room again, but when he looked at the silver pistol placed on the sink, he really had no interest in emo anymore, and sighed helplessly.

What is this all about!

On the other side, Lawyer Mark has been in a state of disbelief ever since he got Kingpin's true identity from Bullseye, and he couldn't believe Bullseye's words. After some investigation and evidence collection, he finally determined that this was the case. One piece of information.

It is indeed a good thing to know the true identity of the person you are dealing with, but what worries lawyer Mark now is not how to send Wilson to prison reasonably and legally, but the man who stays in his firm and refuses to leave.

Mark said with a headache: "Lester Jangles!"

He spits out Bullseye's real name.

"I don't know what happened to you, but if you really want to atone for your sins, I suggest you turn yourself in."

To be honest, Mark still doesn't believe that Bullseye has really repented, but Bullseye's behavior these days is too normal. He changed from a murderous mercenary to a crime-fighting agent overnight. vigilante.

Lester shook his head, "I can surrender, but it won't change this neighborhood, nor will it change this rotten world."

He looked at the blind man in front of him and said, "Lawyer Murdoch, you should understand this fact better than me. Now tell me, in this country that advocates money, who is the law used to judge?"

Mark was silent.

He found that he could not answer this question, even though the answer to this question was clear to him from the beginning.

In this country, as long as you are powerful, no matter how serious a crime you commit, you can decorate your mansion to look like a prison and claim that you are in prison.

Especially when a super rich man like Luther went to jail in the morning and was released on bail in the afternoon, he couldn't be held at all.

This sounds ridiculous, but these are the rules here. Even superheroes have to obey the rules here. Blind people may even think that it is inhumane for criminals to live uncomfortable.

Lester laughed, "Look, you don't know what to do, do you?"

Lester, who has become much calmer since being repented, has thought a lot. Having been immersed in darkness, he knows the rules of darkness better. He wants to repent himself, but entering prison is just a meaningless time away. It’s just time. Lester doesn’t want to be put on some kind of nano bomb by the top management and do some dirty work for them. He wants to do something more meaningful.

"You want to go the same way as the Punisher?" Mark asked thoughtfully.

"No." Lester shook his head, "If possible, I don't want to kill anyone. It doesn't feel good to have blood on your hands."

Mark pursed his lips. Lester, who had no idea how many lives were in his hands, actually said such words, which really gave him a sense of magic.

Killing to stop killing is a bloody road with no end. Violence cannot prevent people from degenerating. On the contrary, it will make the subject fall into a deeper vortex.

"If you want to eliminate crime, you have to change the entire environment," Lester said.

As soon as he said this, Mark looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Of course I know." Lester raised his lips and looked at Mark sincerely, "That's why I'm here."

"Last question, what are you going to do with my boss if I don't come?" Lester asked.

"...Sent to prison." Mark said honestly after a few seconds of silence.

"It's useless." Lester said bluntly, "The new gang emperor will soon take that position, and in this fight, I'm afraid there will be many sacrifices that you don't want to see."

Mark stopped talking again. He was gradually being persuaded by Lester, "...So, what are you going to do?"

"There is a very interesting allusion in China, which is to use the emperor to command the princes." Lester showed a smile full of meaning.

Mark, who received an elite education, immediately reacted to Lester's plan, "I will not collude with the gang."

His father died at the hands of gangsters, which was his original intention to become Daredevil.

"Don't say it so harshly." Lester chuckled, "You and I both know that we are unable to change this society. There must be a shadow under the light, so why not tightly restrain the shadow and restrict it."

Lester looked down at his palms and saw in a trance that they were covered in blood. Killing people was as easy as eating and drinking. Seeing the prey's fear and begging for mercy would even bring him a lot of pleasure, but Now there was only a deep sense of emptiness and guilt in his heart, and he desperately wanted to do something.

"I will find my boss and "discuss" this matter with him. If you don't believe it, just keep a close eye on me." Before leaving, Lester finally said to Mark.

The bad guy who occupied his law firm finally left, but Mark didn't feel any relaxed. He looked at the TV and saw the blond old man waving his hands as if playing an accordion. This is not a funny talk show, but a presidential campaign, and the old man is running against another old man who has difficulty walking. The news is all day long about building several gender toilets, or discussing the rationality of abortion. , no one really cares about the people at the bottom.

Mark knew that Lester was right. There were some problems happening in this country. If the rules could not be changed, he would have to make loopholes under the rules. This was what he was best at as a lawyer.

It's just that the current situation makes Mark also confused.

"What should I do?" he asked himself.

Lester acted quickly. As Wilson's former bodyguard, he certainly knew where Wilson was.

Lester was fully armed and mentally prepared for a hard fight, but unexpectedly, the mansion was quiet and no one stopped him.

Lester came all the way outside Wilson's room. According to the intelligence he received, his former boss had been in the room for three full days.

Lester held the handle with one hand and turned it gently, while the other hand cautiously tightened the gun in his hand.

To the public, Wilson is just an ordinary entrepreneur, but Leicester knows his boss better. That seemingly bloated figure is actually full of strong muscles, and it is not the kind of showy legs that are trained in the gym, but A terrifying body that can break a wall with one punch. Even an experienced mercenary like Lester does not dare to take it lightly.

"You're back, Lester."

Wilson stood in a room filled with Vanessa's photos and said without looking back, just so carelessly exposing his back to Lester.

He stared at his wife in the photo, with only sadness in his eyes.

For Wilson, he inexplicably killed his beloved wife, and emotions of regret and despair overwhelmed him like a tide.

"If you come to kill me, do it," he said.

Lester was stunned. He could tell whether a person was telling the truth or not, but Wilson was obviously determined to die.

Lester's purpose was not to kill Wilson. After thinking for a few seconds, he put down the gun.

"How about we chat?"