Darkness has always been equated with peace. We have a habit of describing darkness as a very emotional or very evil concept, but these concepts given by humans can't change the true nature of darkness. It is actually there, a part of the whole world. It has always been there, watching the whole world go from wilderness to prosperity.
The world has changed a lot, but darkness hasn't changed much. In the eyes of many, it has never been peaceful.
Pa!
On the side of the road leading to Hell's Kitchen, a young blind man suddenly used his cane to block a beautiful lady who was playing with her phone and trying to cross the road. The next moment, a speeding sports car arrogantly rushed across the road less than a meter away from the two of them. The whistling sound of the wind caused the garbage on the side of the road and the hair of the two people to be blown up.
The girl, who was interrupted by her game, widened her eyes. She looked at all this in horror, her eyes full of fear. If the blind man next to her didn't stop her, she would have been the victim of a New York traffic accident.
She turned around gratefully and looked at the calm blind man. The latter was wearing a pair of dark red sunglasses, but it couldn't hide his handsome appearance. In fact, if he wasn't blind, this guy would have been a famous playboy long ago. Being handsome was an irresistible poison for young girls. She rolled her eyes and spoke softly like a virtuous lady, her eyes glowing pink.
"Thank you, may I know your name?"
"Uh … You're welcome. Be careful when you cross the road next time."
The blind man said coldly. Then, he counted the cane in his hand on the ground and walked across the road step by step. The girl persevered behind him. After walking two blocks, the handsome blind man finally turned his head helplessly, fumbled in his pocket, and handed her a business card. Then, he turned around and left.
The girl looked at the somewhat rough business card in her hand. When she touched the braille name, her eyes widened. A moment later, she waved the business card and shouted excitedly at his back.
"I know you! Matt Murdock, you're the saint lawyer of Hell's Kitchen! They all say you're a good man! Matt … Did you hear that? I'll ask you out! "
This bold shout caused the whole street to resound with friendly whistles. The blind man, who had left in a hurry, had a smile on his face. He heaved a sigh of relief. As a law professor who graduated from a famous school, he should have had a better future than becoming the only second-rate lawyer in the chaotic Hell's Kitchen, upholding justice for the poor. But to hell with the future … Wasn't he living a good life now?
Yes, a second-rate lawyer. Although Matt Murdoch had the title of a Princeton University law doctor, unfortunately, because most of his customers were poor, he had not been able to promote the reputation of his law firm that was about to close down. But in Hell's Kitchen, Matt Murdoch had the reputation of a saint.
Because he was the only lawyer in New York who was willing to stand on the side of those who were down and out. Even if the chances of winning the case he took on were only a pitiful 34%, it didn't matter. Matt was shrouded in mystery. There were rumors that a demon was following Matt, and Matt would order the demon to take away the evil lives of those who couldn't be punished by the law.
This rumor was very popular in Hell's Kitchen, and it gave Matt Murdoch a mysterious aura.
But as everyone knew, there were not many demons in the modern world who could do good deeds, so Matt could not order the demon around. But … he was a demon himself.
A demon who walked in the dark to achieve self-righteousness … It was similar to what Batman did in Gotham, but without Batman's rules and regulations. Matt's influence was limited to Hell's Kitchen, so his "business" was very leisurely. He was so free that he could occasionally have sex with these enthusiastic girls.
He changed girlfriends as fast as Kardashian changed boyfriends.
This didn't mean that he was a scumbag. In fact, Matt only wanted to protect those women. In this world, he was already alone. As a disabled person in the traditional sense, he had never dreamed of having a family of his own. Part of this came from his family's tragedy.
Of course, let's not talk about this now.
Matt Murdoch had to go to court today to preside over a case. This was something he did almost every day. The security in Hell's Kitchen was comparable to Gotham at its most chaotic time. People died here every day, and then new people moved in. It was like a curse that hovered above Hell's Kitchen, and no one could lift it.
But three blocks away from the Hell's Kitchen District Court, Matt, who was walking forward, frowned when he stopped. His ears twitched slightly, and he could hear the wind and grass within a radius of nearly 200 meters. He heard the panicked screams of the civilians, the rumbling of heavy weapons on the ground, and the sound of bullets bouncing off the ground.
In front of him was Hell's Kitchen. It was an ordinary summer evening. As the evening approached, there seemed to be a riot that swept across the entire street.
This was Matt's ability. When he was a child, he accidentally lost his eyes due to a chemical spill, but his senses had been enhanced to a superhuman level. This allowed him to "see" everything around him just by relying on the echoes of sound and sound.
He could feel that there were dozens of people busy on the street in front of him. They seemed to be building a line of defense. He tapped the electric pole next to him with his cane, and with a burst of sound, like the sound of a bat's ultrasonic wave, everything in front of him was outlined in his mind.
Those elite soldiers in bulletproof vests were holding shiny weapons in their hands. There were makeshift bunkers that had been moved out of the trucks, a few fixed Vulcan autocannons, and four heavily-armed armored vehicles. All of them were pointing their weapons at Hell's Kitchen.
"What the hell! Has war broken out? "
Matt's expression became strange and surprised. Just as he was about to move forward, two indifferent soldiers with guns blocked his way. They were wearing black-and-white masks. Of course, it was meaningless to Matt, because he couldn't see them.
"Sorry, but this place is under martial law. Go back."
The soldier's cold voice came from under the mask. "Traffic will be restored tomorrow morning."
"Which army are you from?"
Matt pointed at his eyes and waved the cane in his hand, indicating his identity. He turned around like an ordinary person and asked softly and curiously, "I haven't heard of the New York government using this method to manage Hell's Kitchen's security recently."
Nobody answered him. In fact, in this tense situation, nobody cared about a blind man's curiosity at all. The S.T.A.R.K badges on the chests of the two soldiers who continued to stand guard revealed their identities. They were mercenaries on overseas missions under the cooperation between Stark Industries and the Department of Defense. There weren't many of them, but together, they were enough to seal off the entire perimeter of Hell's Kitchen.
Saber wasn't crazy enough to let these guys who he didn't know join the general attack on the Hand. In fact, the only reason he had asked the Stark Industries mercenaries to come out was to give the old guys at the Department of Defense some face. Saber didn't want to completely fall out with these guys for the time being. Also, he didn't think much of the mercenaries' combat ability. They just needed to guard the perimeter and not let go of any Hand ninjas who tried to break out.
Naturally, the elites of The Devil Gang would attack!
The Devil Gang, which monopolized a third of the arms smuggling in South America, had a huge military force in Mexico. Even from the harshest point of view, this was a very strong army. Yes, this was an army. Coupled with the 2,000 people who had rushed over from Gotham, 9,000 people had already spread out on every street in this small Hell's Kitchen.
They had black, bleeding devil heads tattooed on their necks, arms and chests. Every one of them had been armed to the teeth by Saber. For this, they had emptied four arms warehouses in Mexico. Because of this emergency mobilization, Saber had lost as much as $30 million, but he didn't care. Nobody in this army cared.
They clenched the automatic rifles in their hands. The black steel weapons emitted the smell of maintenance oil. The bullets that had just been taken out shone with an orange-yellow glow. These cold gadgets could instantly destroy a life, but at the same time, they could also enhance the mental strength of the gun wielder. Today, their leader would lead them to New York, the heart of human civilization, to carry out a massacre.
How cruel was this? So cruel that these villains with devil tattoos trembled with excitement just hearing it. This time, they weren't fighting for money, territory or status. Everyone who participated in this war knew that Saber's reason for starting this war was very simple. The Devil Gang's territory had been invaded by the Hand. This was supposed to be a ridiculous excuse, and no rational person would fight to the death for such a reason. But who cares …
As villains, being able to participate in this revenge that was destined to be famous was already an opportunity that ordinary people would never have in their entire lives. They weren't knights, and villains didn't have the slightest honor to speak of. What they wanted was madness, fury, and viciousness!
So, to be precise, this was actually a revenge from the villains of Gotham against another group of villains who dared to spy on their territory! This wasn't a war. At best, it could be considered an armed melee. Although the weapons used might be a little exaggerated, that was nothing, right?
The core gang members who had already contracted demons were the leaders of every attack team. They couldn't wait to release the raging desire for destruction in their bodies. A visible dark green aura swirled around these red-eyed guys, but their rationality, which was about to be burned away by anger and desire for destruction, still remembered the complete battle instructions.
There was no red tape or long speech. In summary, there was only one sentence:
Kill any b * stard who dared to stand in the way of The Devil Gang until the audacious Hand was completely destroyed.
The last rays of the sun disappeared bit by bit from the horizon. When the first ray of night covered the ground, five armed helicopters belonging to The Devil Gang flew into the sky above Hell's Kitchen, which was blocked by the concealment array, and hovered nearly a thousand meters in the air.
Standing on the rooftop at the edge of Hell's Kitchen, Saber took off the cigar in his hand. He waved his other hand, and the black war hammer jumped into his palm with a dull thud. The flame of the cigar that had been thrown into the sky was extinguished in the darkness. The moment it fell into the puddles on the ground, a pair of heavy combat boots descended from the sky and stepped on the cigarette butt.
Saber, who had landed on the ground, rested the war hammer on his shoulder and coughed lightly. The next moment, a low and hoarse voice rang out in the earpieces of all the leaders of the attack teams. It sounded like the voice of hell.
"Let's begin. Destroy this place!"
Boom!
A huge explosion from the center of Hell's Kitchen sent Matt Murdock, who was caught off guard, flying out of his hiding place. This superhero, who was wearing dark red armor and holding a long stick, was proud of his hearing temporarily disabled by the deafening sound. But that didn't matter.
Because … even the Nightstalker Demon who rampaged through Hell's Kitchen couldn't change anything.
War, slaughter, destruction … had already begun.
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