Marvel: I’m really not Superman

In Hell's Kitchen, a party had just ended, and everyone who participated in the party left the scene and went home.

At the door, a group of social people dressed in tattoos, large gold chains and black sunglasses were hugging one person and talking.

"Boss Frank, you have to go to my place next week!" I treasured a bottle of good wine and was waiting for you!

A big black man with a strong figure and a fierce face said with a smile.

Another tall, thin white man with a sinister smile was not to be outdone:

"Don't mention your bottle of wine, you haven't been able to take it out for so many years, whether it's still uncertain!" Frank, if you have time to go to my place, I can arrange any kind of beauty you want!

"Rick, don't blow!"

Another bejeweled, well-dressed black man said with a disdainful look:

"Last time you couldn't get a third-rate actress, I had to spend my own money reliably!"

......

The gang leader of this group of hell's kitchens praised the short, chubby, ugly white middle-aged man in the center, to which he just laughed, and then said goodbye to everyone when the time was almost up.

Finally, the man got into his car and quietly closed his eyes in the back seat.

As one of the rulers in the post-Hell's Kitchen underworld in the post-Kim era, Frank's status is self-evident.

As the strength in his hands becomes stronger and stronger, every day countless young guys who are eager to stand out want to become his subordinates, and even large and small gang leaders have to grovel in front of him and show their flattering smiles.

This allowed him to quickly transform from a punk in Hell's Kitchen to a decent gangster.

Of course, this is only superficial.

The vehicle drove slowly and smoothly on the road, and after fifteen minutes arrived at Frank's residence.

Unlike the well-deserved imperial gold of Hell's Kitchen in the past, the leaders of Hell's Kitchen are not so cautious now.

At the very least, the punks on Hell's Kitchen Street could point out which direction the homes of several big men were, and they didn't protect their privacy as tightly as Kim did.

However, they were unimpressed, and even thought that the dead Jin was too timid as the supreme uncrowned king of Hell's Kitchen.

Their idea is simple:

messing around in Hell's Kitchen, if you don't even dare to report your home address, then how can you be a big brother?

If you have the ability, you will come to the trouble!

Do you think the dozen heavily armed subordinates in the family are eating dry food?

Are the hundreds of younger brothers under his hands raised to drink light?

What is this called?

Pai noodles!

It has to be said that as fellow gangsters, luck determines survival, and pattern determines achievement.

Then again, Frank's home is a large villa with a large area and luxurious decoration.

Amid the welcome of his subordinates, Frank moved his fat body and swayed into the house.

In the spacious and bright hall, the tall maid with a hot figure saw her boss returning, and immediately greeted her with a smile.

"Boss, you're back."

This voice is soft and seductive, combined with this superb figure that is taller than Frank, so that the gangsters of Hell's Kitchen who have been with a group of smelly old men for a day suddenly feel excited, and they can't help but reach out and touch the short skirt.

"Uh-huh... No...... Madame is here..."

The maid pushed Frank in refusal, but Frank stopped the movement of his hand.

"Where's Caitlin?"

Frank put his hand to the tip of his nose and shook his nose twice, sniffing with a lewd smile, but his tone was quite serious.

When the maid saw Frank stop his hand, she felt a little unhappy, but she did not dare to attack, and could only point to the stairway leading to the top:

"Upstairs, it has been here for a long time, but there is no movement."

"Hmm."

Frank nodded, wiped his hand carefully on his body, and walked upstairs.

"Caitlin?"

He climbed upstairs, came to the bedroom door, found it dark, and shouted.

"Are you there? Caitlin?

Frank raised his voice and asked again, but there was still no response for a long time.

"What's going on?"

He muttered in puzzlement and stepped into the bedroom unsuspectingly.

In the next second, a black shadow fell from the ceiling and instantly pounced on Frank's body.

Frank only felt that as soon as he saw it, his entire body was firmly grasped by someone, and he couldn't even call for help.

"Don't move!"

A low, dark voice came from behind his head, causing his legs to instantly begin to go soft.

He is just less vigilant, but of course he is not stupid at all to be able to sit in this position for so long.

Being able to silently cross his men's defenses in the dark of night, appearing in his second-floor bedroom, and this voice...

Frank naturally remembered that Hell's Kitchen demon - Daredevil!

Thinking of this, Frank hurriedly nodded sharply like a chicken pecking rice.

"Good, I'm here to ask something, if you cooperate there will be no danger, understand?"

Daredevil continued, and Frank nodded again without hesitation.

"Choose wisely."

Seeing Frank's willingness to cooperate, Daredevil let go of his mouth slightly, allowing him to take a few breaths.

Then, Daredevil asked,

"Whose man are you?"

Hearing this, Frank was stunned for a moment, and then whispered back nervously:

"I don't understand what you mean..."

Daredevil interrupted Frank rudely, and said in a grim tone:

"Do you think I will believe that you have transformed from an unknown punk on the street to a big man who inherits gold and power by virtue of your strength? You know what it costs to lie!

Saying that, the cold light in Daredevil's hand flashed, and a sharp weapon with a cold aura tightly resisted Frank's back heart.

“ok！ ok！ Calm down!

Frank roared in panic, his body twisting and struggling to dodge the approaching blade.

When Daredevil stopped moving, Frank swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with a scared face:

"I don't know who she is, I only know them..." Soon

, Daredevil knew all the information he wanted.

Frank, who confessed and lenient, ushered in the most tormenting moment at this time, and he kept praying in his heart that Daredevil would spare him, and if he could, he would definitely do more good things for Hell's Kitchen in the future....

"Have a good dream!"

Just as he was nervously waiting for Daredevil's trial, Daredevil's terrifying deep voice reached his ears.

Then, he lost consciousness and lay limply on the bed.

Frank had a smile on his face as he heard that Daredevil was not planning to take him down.

Beside him lay Lady Caitlin, and after dawn, perhaps he would suspect that all this was a nightmare.

And Daredevil had already left here with intelligence and followed the night.

......

The next day, the Union Building of the Defenders.

After listening to Daredevil's narration, Lynch nodded and walked to the familiar floor-to-ceiling window.

"So Hell's Kitchen has actually fallen under the control of the Hands Guild?"

"So to speak."

Daredevil calmly replied.

Lynch looked at the many spirited punks below, and couldn't help but

sigh: "This Hell's Kitchen local gangster is not very good, as soon as the gold falls, no one carries the flag."

According to Daredevil's investigation, several of the biggest gangsters in this Hell's Kitchen are now more or less related to the Hand Guild.

Although they don't know that the people behind them are the same, there is no doubt that Hell's Kitchen is basically under the control of the Hands Alliance.

Even though Lynch doesn't look down on these unproductive local gangsters, he has to admit that it is still easy to penetrate the underworld of a region with the strength of the Hand Alliance.

Not to mention the five old guys who betrayed Kunlun, a large number of rebels under the Light Hand Association was enough for them to traverse the dark world anywhere.

After all, superheroes and supervillains are still a minority, and the vast majority of people in the underground world are just ordinary people, and it is difficult to compete with ninjas who are full-time killers.

"These guys from the Hands Guilds hold the source of all business, the living trade, the white powder factory..."

Daredevil ignored Lynch's complaints, and counted the guilt of the Hands Guilds with a serious expression.

"I didn't even notice the existence of these people before!"

"Matt, don't beat yourself up."

Sensing Daredevil's self-blame and guilt, Lynch turned around and said with a smile:

"This kind of thing will always exist, but this time the source happens to be in Hell's Kitchen."

"What about us?"

Daredevil asked with a hint of anticipation.

"No, Matt, I'm too lazy to care if they just want to do some small business in the safety of Hell's Kitchen."

Lynch snorted, then squinted into the distance

, "They have other plans, and their plans will endanger the whole of New York."

Daredevil frowned, a little hard to accept.

But if you think about it, if you just engage in some simple illegal and criminal activities, it seems that Lynch does not need to bother.

As long as he has one message, S.H.I.E.L.D. or Daredevil can solve the matter.

"What plan? What do they want to do?

Daredevil asked suspiciously.

After the Great War of New York, who doesn't know that the city has a group of flying and omnipotent superheroes, and even a god-like super boy.

At this time, you dare to do things in New York, how bold is that?

Or how important should their goals be to them?

"It's simple."

Lynch said lightly:

"In order to continue to live, a few timid old immortals have to do things in New York."

After that, Lynch turned his head, his eyes penetrated the obstacles, and he saw an underground construction site that was secretly working.

"Unfortunately, they sounded the death knell for their own demise."