Meiman: Fabricate weirdness, I am the biggest villain

When Matt arrived at the United's parking lot, the vehicle transporting the abductees had left four hours earlier.

four hours ago...

This made Matt check the time immediately.

One thing he quickly established.

That is, the time when the vehicle drove away basically coincided with the time when he intervened in this matter~.

That is, when Matt first rescued the bums.

He has been exposed.

Realizing this, Matt couldn't help but feel annoyed at his recklessness.

He should have taken a covert investigation at that time!

Just then, the figure of Natasha Romanoff stepped out of the darkness.

She glanced at the scene and immediately understood.

"Looks like it's too late, tsk."

Matt wanted to say something, but Natasha Romanoff ignored him, and she called Nick Fury directly.

"Fury, we are late. Wilson has already transferred the people away. His destination is a suburban construction site in Massachusetts. Can you send someone over there to see what's going on?"

Natasha Romanoff's words annoyed Nick Fury.

"What's the matter, is there any resistance?"

"You know, United Corporation is very big, and there are too many people in our government who are involved with each other. I have just received news from Congress. Regarding the chaos in New York tonight, they only characterized it as an ordinary chaos. , It is not allowed to dispatch the National Guard and other official forces to help suppress the chaotic scene, and they will monitor the situation of various major markets in real time."

"Understood, but is our S.H.I.E.L.D also subject to this restriction?"

"Yeah, Pierce and I just spoke on the phone, and this time S.H.I.E.L.D can't do anything tonight.

"Heh, this group of officials is really a nest of snakes and rats. It seems that Wilson's power is really unfathomable."

"Pierce is also very helpless, the pressure from above is too great."

"Well, it seems that it can only be handed over to me and the newcomers.

"Thank you for your hard work."

After hanging up with Nick Fury, Natasha Romanoff gave an overview of the situation.

This made Matt once again very disappointed with his government.

At the same time, it also allowed him to see Wilson's true strength.

The other party is simply an invisible cancer lurking in this country!

"So what now?"

Matt asked.

Natasha Romanoff flicked her hair and said chicly:

"What else can I do, follow up and have a look."

Then she came to a motorcycle.

She looked at Matt, who was still a little dazed, and frowned slightly.

"I heard from Fury that your body is very special, and you can run faster than ordinary cars just by running. You should be able to do it, right?"

"Okay, then I'll go after it!"

After Matt's voice fell, he chased after the truck at full speed.

Seeing this, Natasha Romanoff also started the motorcycle and drove away quickly.

The figures of the two gradually left New York.

And behind the two of them is the chaotic city that is braving flames and resounding with gunshots - New York.

Wesley walked into Wilson's temporary room again.

Everything tonight was like a war, it was too chaotic, and there were too many frequent accidents, Wesley would be shocked from time to time.

"Mr. Fisk, our building has been invaded, and the surveillance shows that they have gone after the van transporting the homeless.

Wilson frowned slightly.

Invasion? By whom?"

"According to the surveillance footage, it's a woman in black, and then there's Daredevil."

Wilson fell silent upon hearing this.

Anger and violence appeared on his face, making him look extremely scary.

"What a bunch of rubbish! How soon will the delivery trucks be here?"

"About two hours."

"How many people are there?"

"Four hundred and three people, this is the first vehicle to leave, and it's full of homeless people."

"Fack!"

When he heard that the quantity was so far from the one thousand he wanted, Wilson's anger was like a volcanic eruption. He slammed the table down and said:

"Let them speed up, they must arrive within an hour, and at the same time notify the current security forces here, and prepare to fight Daredevil and that woman!"

Although Daredevil and Natasha Romanoff were the only ones chasing the van, Wilson didn't take them lightly.

The lion fights the rabbit because of the force!

What's more, the various deeds of Daredevil really made Wilson have to guard against.

"Yes, Mr. Fisk!"

Wesley immediately went down to make arrangements.

Wilson walked back and forth in the room.

His expression is extremely bad, obviously everything is going well, he is a damned Daredevil!

Wilson wanted to yank Matt's intestines out now.

At the same time, his mind was constantly thinking about who that woman was.

So, he made a phone call to explain the situation.

The other party responded immediately and promised to give Wilson an answer later.

a moment later,

That person called again.

He only said three words, and this also made Wilson fall into thinking.

S.H.I.E.L.D?

He hadn't heard the name of this official organization much before.

But it seems to be a little impression.

In any case, Wilson is holding a grudge against S.H.I.E.L.D.

After one hour.

The convoy transporting the kidnapped homeless finally arrives.

The intimidation Wilson gave them forced them to step on the gas pedal.

After arriving, Wilson immediately ordered these people to walk into the cave.

Although a group of homeless people were afraid of the weird cave, they dared not resist under the threat of real guns.

Wilson followed suit.

In the endless darkness, Wilson followed the last of the group of tramps with a flashlight in his hand.

His oppressive body is even more intimidating in this deep and dark cave.

Especially when the light from the flashlight was unevenly distributed over his facial muscles.

*¥tt......

That dread was like a monster out of some kind of horror story!

None of the tramps dared to look back.

They didn't even dare to slow down.

Four hundred and three homeless men walked in this dark cave, but they didn't feel crowded at all.

In silence, he finally came to the mysterious partial trigonal octahedron.

The eyes of those homeless men were all attracted by the mysterious crystal at the moment, and they even lost their fear of Wilson.

The homeless man standing at the front even slowly stretched out his hand towards the trigonal octahedron.

But before he could touch it, a big stone-cast hand grabbed his arm.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the big hand exerting force.

The crisp sound of clicking sounded immediately.

The screams of the homeless man echoed continuously.

This scene brought all the homeless men back to their senses just now.

They looked at the homeless man lying on the ground in horror and fear, and infinite sadness emerged in their hearts.

But there is a strange thing that no one present has noticed.

That is, the scream of the homeless man just now did not reach outside the cave at all.

There seems to be some kind of mysterious and strange rule in this cave that will isolate the movement in it.

While looking at the homeless people in front of him, Wilson pressed his hand into the trigonal octahedron.

He tried to make a deal with the terrifying being behind the crystal.

He hoped that the 403 homeless people in front of him could be sacrificed first, and the remaining 597 people were ordered. He hoped that he could be given six hours to make up.

In the end, the existence behind the partial trigonal octahedron agreed to his request.

But the corresponding price was a year of Wilson's life.

One year of life is exchanged for six hours of sacrifice extension.

Wilson agreed without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, the trigonal octahedron exuded a strange and strong dark red light.

The light turned into a curtain to cover the homeless people in front of them, and then a horrible thing happened.

Just look at the group of homeless people melting away like melted candles, without any screams, they seem to have died in a different space!

After seeing such a scene, Wilson couldn't help but stand up. The pore is full of fear of this trigonal octahedron.

But at this moment, a voice that Wilson will never forget in his life sounded.

That was the voice of the avatar of the god named Nyarlathotep!

"Five hundred and ninety-seven short."

The creaking voice of the night devil echoed in Wilson's heart.

In a trance.

Wilson seemed to see the scene in the dream again.

——The tall and terrifying Night Demon stood in front of him, laughing loudly, as if laughing at the whole world...

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