Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

boom!

"Damn it! It's him!"

"What is he doing here?!"

"For the love of God, shut up and put your gun away!"

A man in red descended from above on his next target, knocking the criminal to the ground with a clean hit on the head with a stick.

"Daredevil!"

"Just a guy in some weird clothes!"

The guy in red threw his stick against a nearby wall, where it rebounded and hit the thug in the forehead.

The sound of a pistol being loaded caused him to immediately pull out another stick and throw it at the gunman.

The gun was knocked out of the man's hand. The gunman held his hand and wailed in pain. He looked up with a look of fear, because Daredevil was already standing in front of him, with his fist pulled back to gather strength.

The gunman felt only a sharp pain on his cheek, and the rest was darkness.

Daredevil stood over the small group of unconscious criminals, casually pulling out some rope and tying up the villains. The sound of police sirens in the distance was getting closer.

Taking one last look at his surroundings, he rushed out of his position and headed for the nearby fire escape. Daredevil quickly climbed up the ladder and reached the rooftop, peering down to see the police arriving on the scene. As law enforcement began dragging the thugs into their patrol cars, he finally decided to call it a day.

Sliding down the ladder to his window, Daredevil's hands were about to open the window of his home when he lowered his head and put his ear to the glass.

His eyes narrowed beneath his helmet as his heightened senses began to pick up on things that didn't belong in his home.

Daredevil carefully made his way to the other end, entering through a hidden ventilation room, and then walked to the middle of the living room.

"You have quite a bit of space here."

Daredevil stopped moving when he heard the noise in his humble home. He turned around and quickly threw a baton at the source, hitting something metal.

The man yelled, "Cowboy, I just want to talk to you!"

"what are you doing here?"

"Like I said, I just wanted to talk to you."

"I can charge you with trespassing."

"Of course, ninja boy."

Daredevil ignored the taunts directed at him, as he was in no mood for jokes.

"I'm only asking you this once." Daredevil said very seriously, "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

"Investigation."

"Inspection of what?"

"Just to form a new ensemble to help protect the innocent and all that jazz."

Daredevil tried to identify the voice because it felt familiar. Where had he heard it before? But he couldn't remember where.

"who are you?"

"It seems that I came at a bad time. You are irritable because of working day and night, so you should have a good rest first. I will come to you when you are not so irritable."

The intruder then opened the window and walked out. Daredevil soon heard some kind of engine start up, carrying the man into the air.

“Who is that person?” Matt Murdock thought of something, took off his helmet, threw it aside, and thought to himself: “I need to be more careful now because someone has discovered me here.”

The phone rang at this time, and he took out his phone and said, "Hey, Fergie, what's up?"

Fergie Nelson joked on the other end of the line, "Busy night?"

Matt stared out the window, his ears picking up the sound of something burning in the distance, and said, "Kind of."

The air is nice and fresh on a sunny morning.

Matt Murdock really likes this kind of weather. The blind lawyer walked towards his law firm with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cane in the other. Even though he had an unexpected guest last night, he was surprisingly relaxed.

After taking a sip of coffee, the lawyer walked up the stairs carefully. After all, he had slipped a few times when he was not paying attention, and he didn't want to make the same mistake again for a long time.

Walking into the law firm, Matt heard a very pleasant voice.

"Well, well, well, look who has finally decided to grace us with his supreme presence."

Matt just smiled at his best friend's joking tone and said, "You should be very honored."

"Oh, yes," Fergie said, leaning back in his chair, studying a case, and smiled, "Isn't that right, Karen?"

Their blonde secretary just chuckled, wrote out a few forms and contracts for clients coming to their company, and said, "Yes, Lord Murdoch is here. Now the real work can begin."

Fergie laughed loudly, "There you are, Lord Murdoch. It's time to get down to our real work."

The blind lawyer shook his head at their antics and walked towards his desk.

"What do we have on today?" Matt asked. "Any progress on the Richard Drezin case?"

Matt was waiting for his best friend's answer when he suddenly caught a whiff of cologne and his ears picked up footsteps at the front door of their law firm.

The person at the door knocked in a funny pattern, catching Karen and Fergie's attention.

"Oh, a new customer comes so early." Fergie said excitedly.

Matt remained silent, staring at the front door, because he had smelled the same smell yesterday.

Fergie pressed the remote control and shouted to the outside of the door: "The door is open."

As someone appeared outside the door, Fergie and Karen froze in shock. Lawyer Fergie stammered, "You - you - you -"

"Yeah, I know. You don't have to be too shocked to see me here."

"You're Tony, damn Stark!"

Matt inhaled sharply and tightened his grip on his cane.

"Actually my middle name is Edward, not 'Damn,'" Iron Man joked, "but actually, it's a pretty cool name when you say it out loud. So, it's nice to meet you all."