Marvel: I’m really not Superman

Somewhere in Hell's Kitchen, an Asian-faced old lady with a short cane calmly listened to the report of her subordinates.

After a long time, his subordinates ended their words and stood quietly with their heads bowed.

The old lady squinted her little eyes and thought for a while, and then said to herself in a casual tone:

"Which mouse is probing us?"

According to his subordinates, it seems that someone in Hell's Kitchen has been gathering intelligence about them recently.

Although the gang leaders who were intimidated by Daredevil and threatened to say their inextricable connection with the Hands Association did not dare to disclose the slightest thing about it, so as not to be punished by the Hands Guild, as a super killer organization, the ability to obtain intelligence was far beyond the imagination of these mud-legged people.

Through some clues, the subordinates of the Hand Association discovered this little bit of Hell's Kitchen.

"Do we need to ask those guys?"

The subordinates raised their heads slightly, and their faces were full of fanatical adoration.

Seeing her subordinates behaving like this, the old lady chuckled.

"No need for this, who in this place but that masked guy dares to explore such a thing?"

"Daredevil?"

Hearing this, the madness on the faces of his subordinates converged slightly.

"yes."

The old lady's wrinkled face pulled out an ugly smile, which looked particularly sinister and terrifying.

"You can just deal with it normally, kill him if you can, and satisfy him if you can't..." The

subordinate nodded in agreement, and the old lady had already turned away and looked into the distance with deep eyes.

"As long as he doesn't sabotage our plans, everything is fine." Otherwise..." At

the end, her two small eyes revealed amazing killing intent.

......

At night, inside a special factory in Hell's Kitchen.

Under the bright lights, rows of workers in uniform clothes are busy working on the assembly line, just like a normal factory.

However, the guards who are scattered around the factory with guns in their hands, constantly patrolling and monitoring, and the workers and products on the assembly line can still see that this factory is special.

These workers are blind with dull eyes and limited mobility, and what they produce is a batch of poison.

This is a special processing factory that the Hands Association has set up in Hell's Kitchen, which can be called the source of evil.

What flows from here is eroding the land every moment, sucking the blood of innocent people, and harming the conscience and justice of normal people.

Thankfully, that will come to an end tonight.

"Poof--"

With a dull sound, the whole factory lost its light.

"What's going on?"

"Blackout?"

"What shit electric light?"

......

The factory was in chaos, and the guards cursed and turned on their flashlights, shouting and barely controlling the scene.

But much of the factory is still dark, and there seems to be a long-hidden demon about to emerge from the five-fingered environment.

"Damn it! This broken thing is broken at this time..." In

the darkness, a guard hatefully threw the faulty flashlight on the ground, and groped step by step towards the place where there was a flashlight in the distance.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed out from the shadows behind him and threw him to the ground.

He didn't struggle, only panicked for half a second and then simply passed out, lying unconscious on the ground.

Daredevil, who appeared from the darkness, turned his face in the direction of the light, with a suppressed smile on his face.

Time passed minute by minute, and by the time most of the guards gathered, five minutes had passed.

With a bright flashlight, they discussed with each other and sent messages to their superiors.

Suddenly, a guard looked around everyone carefully, then frowned and said,

"Why do I feel that we have fewer people?"

"There are fewer people?"

"It seems to be true... Richard is not there, Richard? Richard!

"Damn, what about them?"

"Bang

bang!"

Just as they were panicking, several throwing knives from nowhere broke flashlights, and the light around them suddenly darkened.

"Someone touched in!"

At this time, even the most stupid guard should understand that someone is doing ghosts.

"Which son of a son came to die?"

A fierce-looking guy pulled the safety of his spear and looked around murderously.

In the next second, his head tilted, and his expression fell down in amazement.

"There!"

"Shoot!"

"Tap-da-da----"

....

After ten minutes, the sound of the factory gradually subsided.

Daredevil grinned and walked among the unconscious guards all over the ground, occasionally smacking the faint guys in the head and knocking them unconscious.

For a long time, Daredevil stopped moving and gasped deeply for a while before saying loudly:

"Stay here and don't move, someone will come to rescue you later."

After a long pause, Daredevil prepared to leave and move on to the next location.

As soon as he turned around, he suddenly heard a sharp sound of breaking the air behind him, quickly rolled on the ground, and then quickly got up and took a fighting stance.

Behind him, a man dressed in a black night suit similar to Daredevil's uniform appeared.

Daredevil tilted his head, as if thinking of something.

"Ninja?"

The black-clothed ninja did not answer, and his figure rushed towards Daredevil like a ghost.

When the two figures staggered, they pulled out their short blades in unison and stabbed at each other fiercely.

With a "ding", Daredevil flicked the ninja's weapon away, and then rushed forward without mercy.

The two clashed in a dimly lit factory for several rounds, and Daredevil fought to knock the ninja to the ground with his injuries.

"Ho-

-ho--" Daredevil breathed quickly, then stepped forward to get rid of the ninja once and for all.

He is not shallow injured and his physical strength is not fake, but the situation of the ninja who suffered from his heavy damage is even worse!

Fight, you must not relax a single moment until the dust settles!

But when Daredevil reached the halfway point, his expression suddenly changed, and then he reflexively rushed without hesitation.

And behind the fallen ninja, the darkness suddenly shot out a series of cold darts.

With his extraordinary hearing, Daredevil narrowly avoided the death net woven by the darts, but the danger was not lifted.

One by one, the elusive ninja weaved through the darkness and handed their blades at Daredevil.

Daredevil, who has always been unafraid of the sky, is also numb in his scalp at the moment, because these guys seem to have touched his way.

Daredevil had just fought the ninja who was used as bait, and he found that these guys' moves and skills were vaguely similar to him.

Actually, Daredevil's feeling is not wrong, because in a sense, he is also a ninja.

In terms of setting, Daredevil is similar to Batman, and both have been trained by ninja masters.

Daredevil's master, Stick Laucer, is a member of the holy society, a decent ninja organization, while Batman is trained by the Ninja League.

To be reasonable, these two guys are traitors, and they have learned the skills of ninjas, and they are ruthless in dealing with the ninja forces.

But at this moment, Daredevil doesn't have so much time to think about these things, because the deadly threat is imminent.

In the darkness, the ninjas showed their fangs, and all kinds of cruel means were sacrificed together.

Under the overwhelming murderous aura, Daredevil held his breath, and then opened his mouth and shouted:

"Lin!"

This sentence was like a mage's spell, instantly causing all ninjas' movements to stop and stay in place.

In the next second, Lynch's lazy voice sounded:

"Matt, you can't do this, I thought there would be a problem on Jessica's side, but I didn't expect you to be able to hold it first."

Daredevil wiped the sweat from his face, carefully walked out of the frozen ninja, and then said with some emotion:

"These guys are indeed very powerful, at least it is difficult for me alone..."

Lynch, who appeared from the night, waved his hand and said with a look of nonchalance:

"Isn't this me?" Get ready, we're moving faster.

Daredevil nodded, and then the two quickly took to the air and disappeared into the night.

......

On the other side, the old lady was slightly frowning and checking for bad news.

Looking at it, she was full of anger, vigorously poked the floor twice with the crutch in her hand, and said coldly:

"How so?" With that masked boy can take me down so many places?

Not far away, the old lady's men trembled their cheeks and replied with difficulty:

"He also has a helper, that divine power woman, they often act together, and even claim to be defenders..."

The wrinkles on the old woman's face were piled up with anger, and her voice was filled with anger and disdain:

"Do they think that taking the same name as the Avengers is really a superhero?" Two clowns! The

subordinates did not dare to interject, but still scolded Daredevil and Jessica for a long time with the old lady's anger.

Although these underground industries are nothing compared to the plan of the entire handicraft, this income is completely under the old lady's control, and now it is completely destroyed, of course, she will feel angry.

When the old lady's breath calmed down, he asked cautiously,

"Is that sending someone..."

After recovering her mentality, the old lady sneered and continued:

"Let them be proud for a while, and wait for the plan to be completed... Just send them to die.

"Hey, didn't you hear me, she said she was going to send you to die!"

The sudden words made the old lady stunned, and then turned into a look of anger on her face.

"Who?"

"Me."

The words fell, and Lynch walked into the room with Daredevil and Jessica.

And the old lady, who was originally surprised and angry, maintained her original posture and remained motionless, and infinite fear began to arise in her heart.

"Don't speak your plastic Mandarin, it makes me sick."

Lin Qi glanced at the ugly old lady Gao in disgust, and said with some impatience:

"Give you a chance to live, call the other four old immortals, and blink your eyes if you want."

He slightly let go of the restraints of mental power and stared into Old Lady Gao's eyes.

But Mrs. Gao didn't appreciate it, and her eyelids didn't move.

"It's not dead, is it..."

Lynch snorted coldly, his fingers moved, and a ring with a strange light flew out.

"Let's try this ring with you..."