Marvel's Antiheroes

In the evening, Duke once again went to the house rented by Charlie to pay for his personal food. Then he found a corner to put some makeup on himself, found his motorcycle hidden in a corner, and headed to the abandoned processing factory.

First putting on a devil mask, Duke opened the door of the processing plant, and a figure rushed out immediately.

Catherine had been locked up in a dark and airtight cold storage for a day and a night, and her eyes had long adapted to the lightless environment. Although there were only a few rays of moonlight falling from the broken doors, windows and roof in the processing plant, she could still see clearly. .

But a big hand immediately killed her hope of escape, threw her back into the cold storage, and closed the door of the cold storage.

"Wow, no matter how much you want to let me out, I'll give it to you. I have 20 million. If it's not enough, I'll ask grandpa to give it to you. Let me out. Please, let me out."

After staying in the darkness for a day and a night, fear and loneliness had already tortured Catherine's arrogance and viciousness to pieces.

Just seeing a glimmer of light, she was thrown into darkness again, causing Catherine to fall into infinite fear again.

Duke was standing opposite her at this time, and his increasingly sensitive sense of hearing and smell allowed him to basically determine Catherine's position and movements.

Seeing that Catherine was shivering, Duke snorted and replied: "The debt you owe is too much, and you can't afford it."

"It's worth it," Catherine quickly replied: "I'm an actuary and a hacker. I launder our family's money. No matter how much it is, my grandfather will give it to you."

Although he doesn't understand what the two professions of actuary and hacker have to do with money laundering, this does not affect Duke's understanding of why the Forrest family values ​​Catherine so much.

After all, Duke is a New Yorker who has gone to college for four years, and he still has some understanding of actuaries.

Actuaries were originally created by insurance companies as a profession specifically serving the insurance industry. They need to learn professional knowledge such as advanced mathematics, finance, and modeling.

Nowadays, people with certificates from the American Society of Actuaries are in hot demand on Wall Street. Those with proper gold collars are too embarrassed to recruit people even if their annual income is less than a million dollars.

As for the profession of hacker, the ability is relatively broad, but hearing Catherine rank hackers with actuaries shows that her level is definitely not low.

Although Catherine was very powerful, Duke felt that it had nothing to do with him. He still replied coldly: "You can't afford it."

"I can afford it, I can afford it," Catherine shouted hysterically as she was about to collapse.

"It's worth it." Duke sneered: "When I was in school, two girls and a boy offended you, and then they were hit to death by your bodyguard with a car. Do you remember what you gave in return?

While racing, you killed four people and injured seventeen others. Do you remember what you gave in return?

A girl's legs were broken by your bodyguard just because she stepped on your shoes. What can you do in return?

There are other people who were killed by you and disabled by you, what can you give in return?"

"I have money, I can give them money," Catherine replied eagerly.

"It's amazing that you are rich. At that time, not only did you not compensate the other party for a penny, but you also sent people to destroy the deceased's house." Duke sneered, but the anger in his heart became more and more intense.

He turned on the flashlight, shined the mask on his face from below, and shouted: "What do you want in return for these seven lives?"

"Ah" the demon mask suddenly appeared, almost frightening Catherine's heart to a sudden stop. She screamed and fell to the ground exhausted.

Duke took out a bottle of water and threw it in front of Catherine, and murmured: "I can see seven dead souls beside you. They are talking to me. Let me listen to what they are saying. Oh, they asked me to use my best words." Kill you in a cruel way, well, it seems I need to think carefully about how to make your death more painful and enjoy the last days of your life."

After saying that, he threw half a bottle of water to Catherine, who was curled up on the ground and shivering, then turned and walked towards the cold storage door.

"Help, help!" Catherine heard the sound of the door opening and immediately rolled and crawled towards the door, screaming while rushing back.

Duke stretched out his foot and kicked her over. Just as he was about to go out, he suddenly thought of something, turned around, walked to Catherine, and stepped on her left calf.

"This is a debt claimed for those who were injured."

Click, as Duke's soles suddenly exerted force, Catherine's left calf broke.

As the cold storage door was closed by Duke, Catherine's screams stopped abruptly.

Of course, it wasn't that she became quiet, but that the half-meter-thick door of the cold storage sealed her voice firmly inside.

The cold storage returned to darkness, sealing Catherine inside.

Duke only mentioned things that were likely to have happened in the police files. There were more harmful things that Duke didn't know about.

But Duke didn't know it, but Catherine knew it at this time.

At this time, she saw people who were killed by her surrounding Catherine, crowding the cold storage.

She backed up with both hands and one leg, and was soon blocked by the insulation wall of the cold storage.

"Sorry, it's none of my business. Sorry, sorry, don't come, don't come, don't come."

She kept saying she was sorry, but to no avail.

If she was given a choice now, she would never let her bodyguards injure or even kill those who offended her.

She will no longer go racing, kill innocent passers-by, and send gangsters to smash up and threaten the victims' homes in exchange for avoiding jail time.

She wants to be a good person.

Unfortunately, she has lost the chance to be a good person.

Duke had already arrived at an open space by the sea.

This was originally supposed to be the square of the fishing village.

With the decline of the traditional fishing industry, the fishing villages were abandoned and the place became extremely desolate.

Even the tight gravel paths around the square are already covered with grass.

There is only this concrete square, which is six to seven hundred square meters in size. Although there is a lot of waste and garbage scattered on it, there are only a few weeds stubbornly crawling out from the cracks in the cement.

“Nice place”

Duke began to clean up the square.

In fact, it means removing all the large pieces of garbage from the square, then finding a wooden stick, and pushing some of the garbage on the site to the grass next to it.

Here is the altar he prepared.

While Duke was busy cleaning the ground, Leonardo Forres was sitting on the sofa in Forres Manor uneasily.

He asked the people sitting below: "James, you are an expert in kidnapping cases. Twenty-four hours have passed and the person who kidnapped Catherine has not called yet. What do they want?"

James pondered for a moment and replied: "According to the experience of our police over the years, asking for ransom after more than 24 hours indicates that the kidnapper is very well prepared and the chance of being caught is very small. If ransom is not asked for after 48 hours, "

"What will happen"

"Then the survival rate of the kidnapped is"