Ten minutes later, the news of the destruction of the gang's base was placed on SHIELD Director Nick Fury's desk. The director, who didn't have a good temper, felt a headache when he saw the words Saber Hawk on the cover. He rubbed his forehead and flipped through the materials. Sure enough, that bastard had caused him trouble again. First it was the Hand, and now it was the gang.
The only two organizations in New York that were qualified to challenge the current stable mafia empire had been cruelly eliminated by Saber. This might be a good thing for New York's civilians, who no longer needed to worry about the Flying Ninjas that only appeared in stories, but it was a bad thing for SHIELD, which monitored the entire country.
An organization like this didn't simply distinguish between good and evil. Their criteria for whether or not they could cooperate were very simple. First of all, you had to be strong enough. Second, you couldn't be stronger than them.
At present, New York's underworld was ruled by a guy nicknamed "Kingpin." He could be considered SHIELD's partner, and they had worked closely together. But the problem was that Kingpin's criminal organization was getting bigger and bigger, so big that SHIELD had sensed some bad signs. The best way was to arrange a challenge to pull Kingpin down from his position as emperor, but not completely eliminate him.
New York's underworld had become a tripartite regime. Only in this way could SHIELD continue to maintain its transcendent status. But now, this perfect plan had been destroyed by Saber.
"It's like a wild boar rushing into a hunting ground and rudely trampling all the traps. But we can't do anything to him. Even if we get close, we'll be grazed by the wild boar's fangs …"
Nick Fury threw the materials aside and laughed self-deprecatingly. "An incompetent hunter, ha! How ironic! "
After that, he walked to the window, looked around, and reached out to tap on the wall. A blue telescreen quickly flashed across his office. After confirming that it was impossible to be bugged, he took out a special mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number. A moment later, the call was connected.
"General Ross, I'm curious. When will your 'Ultimate Soldier' plan start?"
Nick Fury said impatiently, "I'll give you whatever you want. God, is it so difficult for me to see the second super soldier in decades?"
The other side seemed to explain something, and Fury's expression calmed down.
"Alright, if that's the case, we'll wait for another month."
Nick Fury heaved a sigh of relief and turned his head. On the wall of his office, there was a map of the United States. However, unlike normal maps, there were some tiny symbols on this map. For example, there was a tiny devil's head above Gotham's location.
He looked at the map for a few minutes with a cold expression. No one knew what he was thinking. Finally, he straightened his clothes and strode out of the office.
On the other hand, the demolition and reconstruction of Hell's Kitchen had begun rapidly. Although the major media outlets in New York didn't know which financial group was behind all this, they still had great praise for the reconstruction of Hell's Kitchen. This chaotic neighborhood was regarded as the shame of Manhattan by the upper class, but unfortunately, the intersection of forces in this place was too complicated, so no one could completely solve it.
Now, this problem was gone. It had disappeared.
Everyone was happy, except for those who had special feelings for Hell's Kitchen.
Matt Murdock, wearing his brownish-yellow suit jacket and holding a cane, stood on the edge of the bustling construction site. He could clearly hear the conversations of the workers from this neighborhood. They seemed to be full of hope for the future, but Matt himself was only confused.
Escaping from Saber was not something to brag about. After he recovered, he used his own methods to investigate. In the end, he confirmed that the vicious gangsters didn't hurt the innocent and ordinary people. They only attacked the ninjas. As a result, Matt's last reason to hate Saber disappeared. Although he could continue to fight against The Devil Gang with the lame excuse of being beaten by Saber, that wasn't Matt's character.
In this "forced demolition," Matt lost his law firm. The city hall said that he could have a new house in the rebuilt Hell's Kitchen, but this was meaningless to Matt. At this moment, he stood under this familiar sky and felt the construction site in front of him rebuilding the place he grew up in bit by bit.
It was like some kind of farewell.
He had decided to leave this place, say goodbye to everything in the past, and start a new life. Maybe he could no longer continue the difficult two-faced life he used to live, and continue to live as an ordinary blind lawyer.
That was more like a form of relief.
"You're running away?"
A voice suddenly rang out in Matt's ears, and the unusual blind man instantly grabbed his cane. It would take less than a second for him to hit the guy who was walking silently behind him, but in the next moment, he stopped in place.
"Do you think it's a good thing to let this place of hope be ruled by a violent, demon-like force?"
Matt took a deep breath. His fingers danced on the devil's head engraved on the cane as he spoke in a low voice.
"This has nothing to do with me. I'm just an ordinary lawyer. You see, there are many forces in this world that the law can't punish. If the law can't do it, how can I —"
"Are you still pretending? The devil of the night who soars above Hell's Kitchen … "
There was a hint of provocation in the voice. "In the past four months, you've caused us a lot of trouble. At least 27 ninjas died in your hands. I thought I could respect you and treat you as a fighter who won't succumb to fate. But now, I see that you're just a coward. That's all."
"You're just like everyone else. You're scared of Saber Hawk! Your self-righteousness, hehe, is simply a joke! "
Matt's expression changed for a few seconds, but in the end, he tapped the ground with the cane in his hand, walked around the guy behind him, and left.
"Laugh all you want. I'm leaving. Goodbye, buddy."
Looking at Matt's back, San Lang gritted his teeth. The scene of Mrs. Gao's death was still replaying in his mind. This kind of humiliation was intolerable to San Lang. Whether it was the honor of being a retainer, or the dignity of being a ninja, everything was driving him like a tank that wouldn't stop. He was like a tank that wouldn't stop at all, rushing towards Seiber, who he couldn't resist at all.
He wanted to smash himself or Saber into pieces.
But San Lang wasn't a reckless person. He knew very well that if he wanted to take revenge on The Devil Gang, he couldn't do it alone. He desperately needed help, and Matt Murdoch, who used to be a very troublesome enemy, had become the only person he could recruit and trust.
How ironic!
"You want to leave the place where you were born and raised. You want to abandon everything. That's good. It can let you live a new life."
San Lang shouted, "But what about your father? The boxer who was called 'Beast' and was brutally killed in the end. Are you going to give up on revenge for him? "
Matt stopped in his tracks. Behind him, a triumphant smile appeared on Saburo's face. He lowered his voice and approached the young lawyer and Nightwalker.
"You've been tracking down who killed him, right? The powerful Rudolph died of illness a few years ago, so your last hatred was transferred to the assassin, but you can't find him! Let me tell you, the killer is somewhere in this city, but you can't find him … "
San Lang reached out and gently took Matt's arm.
"I … can!"
"Then, what's the price?"
Matt's expression changed. Finally, he asked, "What do I have to pay to know this secret?"
"It's simple."
It was as if San Lang's body had no bones. Moving from left to right, his fingers brushed across Matt's shoulder. His fingers, which carried a trace of shadow power, made all the hairs on Matt's body stand on end.
"I want your loyalty … Join us!"
He stood opposite Matt. He was shorter than Matt. He looked up at the young lawyer in front of him.
"I will train you, I will teach you a more lethal and effective assassination method, and combined with your talent that makes all ninjas jealous, I will make you the second Kuroku of this era, the one and only Kuroku of this era! Then I will arm you! I will give you everything you need, open the door to revenge for you, and let the enemy who has haunted your life for more than ten years fall at your feet … I only have one request for all of this! "
"Join us! Matt Murdock, there aren't many choices left for you. I think you should seize this opportunity! "
Matt took a step back and crossed his hands in front of him. Under the dark red glasses, his eyes, which had lost their vision, were calm, but his heart was like a tumbling sea. His special talent was useless in the face of a master ninja like San Lang. San Lang's heartbeat was unbelievably slow. He couldn't tell if what he said was true or false.
"I don't trust you!"
Daredevil whispered. "I don't trust those who were involved in the drug trade not long ago. Compared to you, the gang that destroyed you is obviously more decent …"
"Oh?"
San Lang's face showed a hint of mockery. "This is the first time I've heard someone use the word 'decent' on Saber Hawk and his forces. If you think they're trustworthy, why don't you go to them?"
"Come on, Matt. He ruined everything for you. Of course, I know that you won't make an enemy out of him because of this, and I won't force you to make an enemy out of him either. But I think that with his way of doing things, you'll see his true colors sooner or later. And at the very least, before he kills your real enemy, we can work together, right?"
The master ninja from the Kamikaze family was very magnanimous.
"You can be a monitor of the newly born Hell's Kitchen and see how the guys from The Devil Gang manage it. You can also come with us to Gotham and see what they've turned the city into. The choice is up to you, Matt. I don't want to lie to you and say that I'm helping you selflessly. Yes, I'm using you. I want to rebuild the Hand … I need people who can fight."
A ferocious smile appeared on his face.
"But I think we're adults. We should learn to live in this way of using each other and then get everything we need. Yes, that's what I think … Now, tell me the answer, Matt Murdoch. We don't have much time, so we'd better make a decision quickly."
A gust of wind blew through the noisy construction site. Matt, who was wearing red sunglasses, was very hesitant. His fingers kept dancing on the cane. Everything in the past replayed crazily in his mind. Those things in the past, those things in the past. In the end, the scene in his mind stopped at when he was a child. In the dark alley, he heard the sound of his father's body hitting the ground.
That was the most desperate sound he'd ever heard in his life.
Was he going to spend the rest of his life tasting this kind of despair?
"Okay …"
Matt's fingers tightened on the cane. He sighed calmly. "I'm in."
"Very good. You made the right choice!"
San Lang snorted. Matt didn't say much. He just looked back at the construction site behind him. It seemed to represent a new life and some kind of destruction.
"Right? Maybe … "
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