Rebirth: I am the American leader

“To introduce myself, my name is Matthew Michael Murdoch and I am a lawyer.

Beyond that, as you can see, I'm disabled. "

Old John snorted when he heard this and reluctantly put away the Winchester.

"Rogers, although I know this is your house and you have the right to make decisions, I still have to remind you that these damn white lawyers are just as disgusting as us black punks.

You'd better not provoke them, or you'll be in trouble later. "

"Huh? What's the trouble?"

Steve took the Winchester from Old John and stared at Matthew Michael Murdock in front of him.

He calmly loaded two bullets.

"You know? I have always looked forward to becoming an excellent farmer. But you also know that I am just too soft-hearted.

I remember my distant cousin once told me that if someone breaks into your house or farm and you don’t pull the trigger the first time, you are not a qualified farmer. "

Matthew Michael Murdoch's mouth twitched.

For the first time, he questioned his decision. If he had known that this guy was so difficult to talk to, he should have just jumped off the second floor.

"Hi, sir, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend. I think I was just a blind man who touched the wrong place. There is no need for you to be so excited."

"blind?"

Steve finally reacted at this time.

Hell's Kitchen, The Blind Man, The Lawyer, Seemingly Moving.

Ha ha.

If this wasn't Daredevil he'd chop his head off.

"I don't know what you are thinking. Since you are blind, just stay home and sell your business over the phone.

Why run around in broad daylight?

Wouldn't it be nice to come out at night? "

Steve's words with a hidden meaning made the other person's face freeze.

In fact, what Steve said was absolutely right.

He usually comes out at night. As for why he appears here, it is entirely because he is injured.

Although the average minions wouldn't hurt him, the guy playing darts did have two brushes.

"Sorry sir, I don't know what you are talking about."

Matthew Michael Murdoch feels he can't continue here.

This guy didn't give him a very good feeling. He always felt that he had been seen through in front of this guy.

"Yes, I can let you go today, but remember. Don't let me see you here in the future, especially at night."

Steve deliberately emphasized the word "night".

The latter's expression stiffened again, he picked up the guide stick and walked down the steps.

Old John stepped aside and looked at the other person's back as he left, his mouth twitching.

"Hey, I told you not to mess with these white lawyers!"

"Why did I provoke him? He broke into my house without my consent! Do you know what this concept is? God, I have a favor not to kill him!"

"Okay, what you said makes sense. What should we do now? Let him go like this?"

There was a hint of subtle instigation on Old John's face as he spoke, as if he would be uncomfortable unless he saw Steve teach the other person a lesson.

"You old ass, I remember you didn't say that before!"

"Hey, don't worry about it. It's an occupational disease. You know I can't stand seeing people pointing their backs at me. Otherwise I wouldn't have put the gun to the back of your head."

Steve shrugged and grabbed the broom from the door.

"It doesn't matter, hurry up and clean up the room. God, how many years has it been since anyone came here?"

"Hey! I haven't lived here since I bought it. Man, look at this damn place. I bet the guy who lives here gets robbed once a day!"

Steve turned his head and stared at the other person, the inexplicable fire in his eyes burning again.

"Damn it! Refund the money!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't get excited! This is a bad thing for others, but isn't it just right for you?

Think about it, how did you go from being penniless to buying a villa in full?

Aren’t they all relying on the selfless gifts from various robber brothers? "

I have to say that Old John has a talent for sales. With just a few words, he dissuaded Steve from returning the money.

If he had been hired to be the public relations officer of the national football team back then, the phrase "Mom, get your money back!" probably wouldn't have lasted as long as it does now.

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What exactly are gangsters like?

Their images in movies and TV dramas are often portrayed as ruthless people with tattoos and suits.

It seems that as long as the IQ is in place, few people will become gangsters.

But in fact, some people are born strong.

Because for them, the industry they engage in may be a matter of life.

But their own talents will definitely make them stand out in this industry.

Wilson Grant Fix was one such guy.

No one knows why this big black man chose to become a gangster, but in any case he is now the emperor of the New York underworld.

His business includes arms, drugs, human trafficking, and real estate.

No one knows how far this guy's tentacles can reach, or how much money he has.

But there is no doubt that he is a strong man who controls the New York underground world.

But even so, he still has unknown troubles.

His business has been in a slump recently because of a hooded pervert.

He didn't understand why such a hooded Madonna idiot would pop up. Although the money he earned was not clean, it wasn't like he didn't do charity.

What makes him even more puzzling is that the killer he spent a lot of money to find failed to kill this pervert.

"Do you know how much three million US dollars is? It's almost thirty-five kilograms. Do you know what thirty-five kilograms of money can do in my hands?"

The unusually tall Wilson Grant Fix frowned and stared at the bald head in front of him.

This guy is the killer he hired for three million US dollars. It stands to reason that people in this profession are somewhat unruly.

But this guy was as docile as a kitten in front of Kingpin, with no intention of getting angry at all.

"Thirty-five kilograms of US dollars is enough for me to smash you into pieces. But you, you took thirty-five kilograms of US dollars from me, but you couldn't kill that clown in the mask.

Do you know how incompetent you are? I need you to resolve this matter as soon as possible, for your own good. "

Bullseye, who had a target-shaped tattoo on his forehead, shuddered and spoke quickly.

"We have found the place where this guy was last seen. It's in Hell's Kitchen. I'm going now."